Tianzihao Xiaobailian

When he was a teenager, Wang Fuxing was always a very obedient and good boy. Occasionally he rebelled, did something wrong, or was punished. He would just grit his teeth and keep silent. Without his parents, his grandfather raised him almost single-handedly, so looking at the old man's graying hair and cheeks, and the inexplicable expectation in his eyes, Wang Fuxing is most likely to feel the sadness and difficulty of the old man , as time goes by, the longer it grows, the taller it is, and the less it defies the meaning of the old man.

When the really domineering old man who had been brilliant and desolate left this world, that year, Wang Fuxing was 19 years old and had just entered his freshman year. He held on to his last breath and refused to close his eyes, waiting for his grandson to come to his bedside, Handed him the pitch-black butterfly knife and notebook, and after saying those words, seeing his grandson nodding, he let go peacefully.

Afterwards, Wang Fuxing was really obedient and did not take apart the notebook. According to what his grandfather said, he was far from reaching the mellow and mature state where he could easily let go of his shame and dignity and mention it at will. Madara is often played by Wang Fuxing, but its role has been replaced by the current frenzy. As for this blue notebook...

If it wasn't for Wang Fuxing's feeling of being breathless now, maybe he would lie in the box honestly and wait for the owner to look through it.

Wang Fuxing lay on his back on the bed with a calm expression, but his forehead was covered with sweat, and he smiled wryly in his heart. This joke was really big enough. At the beginning, Wang Fuxing was not without fantasies. He always felt that the blue notebook recorded What matters is the connections of the Wang family for many years, and now either they have fallen from the horse, or they have really made it to the top, and there are some forces hidden in the dark, or they have drawn something like a treasure map, just waiting for themselves to dig it out. Then you will get an endless wealth to revive the family...

It's wonderful.

But the dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Most of the notebooks were blank but there were only three names on them. There was no network map or treasure map. The blue cover of the notebook seemed to be mocking Comrade Wang Fuxing’s good ideas and slapped him hard with the facts. of.

Among the three names, Wang Fuxing is the only one who is not so unfamiliar. Wang Canglan, the man who should be called Second Grandpa, is said to have died in the blizzard 20 years ago, a fierce figure who left a strong shadow on his contemporaries The Wang family prospered and declined because of him, at least on the surface, Wang Fuxing pursed his lips tightly, and looked at the three characters Wang Canglan written in cursive script, which was the handwriting of his grandfather. His heart relaxed, and then Suddenly, when he saw this notebook for the first time, he even thought that this thing had been transferred by Chen Hualou. Now it seems that it is indeed the real thing, which shows that grandpa really only left these three names for himself, so according to Knowing about grandpa, there is no need to doubt Wang Canglan's life or death. At least, he didn't die more than 20 years ago. When grandpa handed this notebook to him, he was not dead. As for now, it's hard to say. He who has the most pessimistic attitude seems to be hit hard by these simple names. He is rarely optimistic and firmly believes that the second grandfather who should be unparalleled in the world is still alive.

Nangong Tulong.Ye Chunqiu.

Tsk tsk, in the name of Dragon Slayer, in the name of Spring and Autumn, it is really domineering, but there are only these three names in a notebook that was originally thought to contain great wealth, which gave Wang Fuxing a very strange feeling.

It seems extremely satisfied, and it seems extremely lost.

Wang Fuxing closed and opened the notebook, repeated this process, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number to Chen Hualou who had just been driven away by his anger, and the call was connected, but the other party's mobile phone was left behind. In the bag, Wang Fuxing had a headache. He took out the mobile phone from the lady's bag and turned it off. Along with the mobile phone, there were car keys, a pack of half-used tissues, a wallet, and even No. [-] Municipal Party Committee Compound. The key to the villa.

It seems that this girl is determined to give all her wealth to Wang Fuxing, and she is not so temperamental when she is angry. Wang Fuxing was speechless for a while, put everything back in its original place, and gave Ye Shuyan to him. The plum blossom A was sandwiched in the notebook, placed under the bed, holding the phone, and remained silent.

There was another knock on the door.

Wang Fuxing came back to his senses and said a word to come in.

Sagittarius walked into the bedroom with a plate of washed fruit, called out to the young master softly, put the fruit beside the bed, and hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Just say it."

Wang Fuxing said with a light smile, after walking through a slightly clear road in front of him, the situation in front of him was a mess again, and he was so restless in his heart. Judging by Sagittarius' appearance, there should be something wrong with Huating again.

"There's something going on with the twins, it's not easy."

Sagittarius said softly, not frustrated, not annoyed, calm and calm: "Those international gangsters used to only focus on making money and making money, but once they resisted, they were very fierce and their strength was quite impressive. The one in Huating is just a branch, and the power is not concentrated, the twins dare not let go, because if they are too aggressive, they may even offend the headquarters behind the other party, and the young master may be even more troublesome."

Wang Fuxing frowned secretly, and said slowly, "Have Lan Tianyu and Yan Di returned?"

"Liang Jingyu has brought some people back to Huating. Lan Tianyu will take two days at the earliest, and Yan Di and Fang Haoran will return to Huating in about a week."

Archer said softly.

"Let the twins hold them back for a week, and they can unite with the Chu family to fight together. Within a week, they don't seek victory, but stability."

Wang Fuxing said in a deep voice, squinting his eyes. Gemini and Sagittarius in the zodiac are undoubtedly the most potential generals who can be independent, but they are too young, and although they have brains, they always think that force is better than brains. Important, this point is completely two extremes with Yan Di, Fang Haoran and Lan Tianyu, who advise and advise Wang Fuxing. What Wang Fuxing has to do is to take a breath within this week. The gang branch alliance is absolutely impossible to be an iron plate. Lan Tianyu and others are good at drawing, dividing, suppressing and sowing dissension. Wang Fuxing doesn't mind others knowing his ambition to sweep Huating, since the other party took the lead , then he has no reason not to fight.

The shooter nodded slightly.

"Sagittarius, have you heard of Nangong Tulong and Ye Chunqiu?"

Wang Fuxing said suddenly, his thinking jumped, and he jumped from one topic to another unrelated topic in a blink of an eye.

The shooter froze for a moment, then shook his head blankly.

Wang Fuxing laughed at himself, shook his head and said, "It's all right."

One Wang Canglan has made the three major families think that he has been dead for 20 years. The other two people must be as mysterious as the existence of the second master of the Wang family. If Sagittarius knew about it, it would be a strange thing.

Wang Fuxing flipped through his phone, found a familiar number, dialed it, and waited for the caller to connect.

The call was connected quickly, and before Wang Fuxing could speak, Kong Lin, the person in charge of the Xia family's Qingding cauldron, had already spoken first, scolding with a smile: "What a young master Wang, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. Go to the side, and only call to say hello when there is something to do. It is worse than Miss, and there is no service fee. You boy can't tell me anything today. Don't ask me to help you. Missy can't do it either!"

Wang Fuxing was in a cold sweat, but he didn't relax his mouth. He smiled and said, "Brother Kong, where is he going? Who said that I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything? Didn't I really come to ask you for a drink? It seems that you don't intend to give face. "

"Drink fart!"

Kong Lin cursed and said: "I just received the news yesterday that you were seriously injured and hospitalized again. I have to congratulate you on your success again. I didn't dare to tell the young lady about this news, and you still drink? Pretend, you kid is pretending for me!"

"You can't drink if you're injured? Come to the hospital and bring two bottles of Moutai. I'm risking my life to accompany Brother Kong today."

Wang Fuxing bit the bullet and felt guilty for a while, but his tone was unusually righteous.

"You kid really want to drink with me?"

Kong Lin was suspicious.

"Don't come and pull it down."

"No, I have two bottles of Wuliangye in my collection. They are definitely good stuff. I will order some side dishes to find you right now."

"Okay, oh, yes, Brother Kong will help me with some small things. I plan to get a copy of the information of various international forces in Huating, and bring it to me by the way. Drinking is more important."

"Go away, drinking is a trivial matter, and information is a major matter, right? Little bastard, I'll just say you have no good intentions."

"Brother Kong's words hurt feelings, and there is another small matter."

"... let it go."

The corner of Wang Fuxing's mouth twitched, he hesitated, and said softly: "Brother Kong, do you know about Nangong Tulong and Ye Chunqiu? Has Qingding's information collected any information about them? If so, please share them with us. Come, just a few words are fine."

Kong Lin fell silent on the phone.

There was dead silence on the phone.

Wang Fuxing frowned slightly and waited patiently. After a while, he tentatively called out: "Brother Kong?"

"I'll send someone to deliver the materials to you tomorrow at the latest. Drink next time."

Kong Lin spoke slowly, his tone finally regaining the attitude of that calm middle-aged man.

Wang Fuxing frowned, as if he wanted to ask again, but Kong Lin seemed to know what he was going to say, so he cursed angrily, you should go to the eldest lady, and then hung up the phone.

Looking for Missy?

Find it!

Gritting his teeth, Wang Fuxing picked up his phone and dialed a number very skillfully.

The phone rang four or five times.

Just when Wang Fuxing was about to hang up the phone, the other end of the phone was finally connected, and a slightly hoarse but unusually sensitive voice sounded softly: "Hello?"

Wang Fuxing didn't know what to say for a while, holding the phone, his face was stiff, a little embarrassed, and he kept silently thinking that impulsiveness is the devil.

A series of psychological gaps caught him off guard tonight. His intuition told him that Kong Lin must know something, but he was unwilling to say it. He asked him to find Xia Qinwei. Impulsively, he really did. Wang Fuxing urgently needs it now. Wang Tianxiong was supposed to be a trump card that could intimidate the heroes, but he didn't count it, because Wang Fuxing still kept a great deal of wariness against him and slowly tested him. As for the names of Ye Chunqiu and Nangong Tulong, he didn't plan to. Tell him something, Wang Fuxing tapped his thigh with his fingers, was silent for a while, finally scratched his head, and said softly, "Good evening."

Xia Qinwei hummed lightly.

The two men and women who had broken up originally did not harbor resentment towards each other, nor did they have the pride that drifted away after tit-for-tat at the beginning, and all that remained was silence.

"Well...Qianyuan's birthday is coming, will you come?"

Wang Fuxing said softly, but his eyes were in a daze.

Chu Qianyuan's birthday.

It was the first time he saw Xia Qinwei at the Resurrection Bar in Qingpu.

Bowl.

As first time.

Wang Fuxing shook his head with a wry smile. That scene seemed to have happened yesterday, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Go, when the time comes, you young couple will have to clean up the dust for me. Then you will call your cousin, do you want to call now?"

Xia Qinwei laughed softly, her tone seemed to be joking, but it was extremely bitter.

Both of them knew that there was still half a year before Chu Qianyuan's birthday, but this topic seemed to be the only topic they could talk about.

Wang Fuxing did not speak, his expression was calm.

"Tell me, what's the matter, I know, if you don't have something important, you won't call me."

Xia Qinwei waited for a while, but did not see Wang Fuxing speak, so she took the initiative to speak.

"You... do you know Nangong Tulong and Ye Chunqiu? They are very important to me."

Wang Fuxing hesitated for a while, and finally started to ask. Although he knew that Xia Qinwei couldn't see his expression, he still touched his nose in embarrassment.

It's just in the capital that he can't see.

Xia Qinwei's complexion also changed, she was a little hesitant, and finally said softly: "I don't know, let me check for you first, you wait for my news."

"Ok."

Wang Fuxing said calmly, with a self-deprecating smile.

Xia Qinwei was silent again for a while before tentatively asking: "Then I'm dead?"

Wang Fuxing hummed, put down the phone, sighed softly, and lay on the bed, motionless.

Beijing.

Xiajia Manor.

What even Wang Fuxing couldn't imagine was that there was an extremely fierce confrontation going on in the manor!

Xia Qinwei vs Xia Jiuding!

Sitting next to Xia Jiuding, Xia Yinhe, the contemporary Patriarch of the Xia family, seemed to have made his position clear.

The head of the financial department of Jiuding International Group stood in the living room, sweating coldly and smiling wryly.

Xia Qinwei slowly put down the phone, walked back to the sofa and sat down, looked at her grandfather and father, and said slowly, "This money is the dowry you prepared for me, I will take it all out, how about it?"

Xia Jiuding took a sip of tea slowly, looked at his beloved granddaughter, shook his head slightly, and sighed secretly.

The water poured out by the married daughter, but the daughter is not yet married, so why is it more serious than the water poured out?

Crazy?

He shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "Girl, your dowry is not that valuable. Last time you asked for money, you said it was your dowry, and I will give it to you. Last time, you said the same thing, and I will give it to you. It was used for money at the beginning. I also didn't say much about the money from the auction of that piece of land. Add up the three times, do you know how much you took away?"

"530."

Xia Qinwei calmly said an astronomical figure that ordinary people could not even imagine.

She paused, and said lightly: "I will pay it back, including the principal and interest."

"It's not a question of repayment, Qin Wei, the family doesn't speak two different languages. Since childhood, we have so many children in our family. You are the only girl who can ride on your grandfather's neck when you were young. How much does he love you? Sometimes I, as a son, are jealous. How did your grandfather treat you? Since you were a child, you knew it well. How many times have you rejected your request? I don’t want to, and I can’t bear it. Because we always feel that girls have It’s good to have your own opinions and thoughts. This is the minimum thing an heir should have. But our Xia family has money, and we don’t spend it like this. If the money is invested in Africa, some small countries in South America, or even The Middle East is enough to give us countless discourse rights and mining rights. Even if our final investment fails, we can at least support some local political parties as pawns. More than 500 billion, this number is too much. It is completely in vain, even I This guy who is not sensitive to money hurts. You need money now, the Xia family can afford it, 500 billion, even if it is ten times more, it is not impossible. You have earned more than that much wealth for the family in recent years, But what's the point of giving you this money? Qinwei, you're in a state of trouble now. I've seen your idea, and it's too sensational. Once you start it, it's a bottomless pit. Willing to give, but really don't want to continue to conflict with the high-level, so why don't you think about the influence? Your move is almost completely exposing the strength of the Xia family to the world. First, the high-level fear, and second, not yet For you? What have you done these days? It’s still too late to get out now, but once you’re completely trapped, we will be the ones who will feel sorry for you.”

Long story!

The head of the finance department of Jiuding International Group was stunned and panicked.

In his memory, the contemporary Patriarch didn't seem to be talking at all.

Xia Qinwei was expressionless, stubborn and powerless, and said calmly: "I must get this money."

"Snapped!"

Xia Jiuding slapped the table suddenly, and the teacup and tea table collapsed under his palm, and it was broken into pieces. The frail-looking old man narrowed his eyes, looked at his granddaughter who showed no fear, and said angrily, "Take it? How do you take it? Are you planning to rob me?! Buying a piece of land and building a house, girl, look what you have done?! A few buildings are bigger than the Ministry of National Defense and the nuclear war refuge command post Exaggeration, if you dare to do it, don’t think about whether the high-rises dare to demolish?! What is the main building? Every time there is a change of term, don’t we always be in fear? You’re good, go up and look for it! If you go on like this, how can I hand over the Xia family to you? If you don’t use your brain in everything, you will only do it recklessly! If you want money, I will give it to you! As many as there are. But that piece of land, don't even think about moving it!"

"impossible!"

Xia Qinwei said stubbornly.

Xia Jiuding squinted his eyes and looked gloomy, obviously determined to pay attention.

Xia Qinwei turned her head to look at the person in charge of the finance department who was sweating profusely, her tone was tough and domineering, and she said in a deep voice, "Go prepare the money!"

The poor but majestic person in charge of the finance department looked at Xia Yinhe and Xia Jiuding, and found that their faces were gloomy, but they didn't speak. They turned around and started running in a hurry.

Xia Qinwei took a deep breath, looked at her grandfather who was staring at her with a gloomy face, and said softly, "Grandpa, do you know about Nangong Tulong?"

"do not know."

Xia Jiuding was not in a good mood, paused, and continued to emphasize his tone: "What I said just now must be counted!"

The corner of Xia Qinwei's mouth drew an unusually mean arc, and said lightly: "Grandpa, Dad, I suddenly discovered something, do you want to know?"

Xia Jiuding ignored him.

Instead, Xia Yinhe nodded with dignity.

"I'm sure that the Xia family in my hands is definitely stronger than in the hands of any of you, much stronger! At the very least, I am smarter than you. Under the high pressure, I know what I should do and know how to observe Something, but obviously you don't know!"

Xia Qinwei said lightly, with a mocking tone. After saying this, she turned around directly. When she went downstairs, she stomped on the steps and said angrily, "I just want to move that piece of land!"

Xia Jiuding frowned tightly, thoughtfully.

Xia Yinhe secretly glanced at his father, giggling.

It's a good thing that my daughter can be better than me and my father.

"This damn girl."

After a long time, Xia Jiuding smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly, as if he was not too angry.

"Dad, what role is Nangong Tulong? Why did Qinwei suddenly ask such a question?"

Xia Yinhe said calmly, throwing out his own doubts. Standing on his old man's side today, he must have a hard time tonight, so he quickly asked for an answer so that he could go back and ask his daughter for credit.

"Nangong Tulong."

Xia Jiuding said something to himself, shook his head slightly, and sighed softly: "I don't know."

"what?"

Xia Yinhe was a little dumbfounded.

Xia Jiuding narrowed his eyes tightly, staring at the tea table that was smashed by his own slap, shook his head, still shook his head, and continued to shake his head.

Just when Xia Yinhe was aching, he said in an uncertain tone, "Could it be him?"

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Chapter 212:[-] or so, thank you for wandering around for smoke, let’s accept the move, the two uncles support the monthly ticket and join in the reward~