Chen family monster

Updated: 2011-05-25

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When he got up the next day, Chen Ping was able to go to the fields, and his mind was still a little dazed, but compared to yesterday, he was much better. Chen Fusheng arrived home very late last night. After learning about what happened to his son, his face was calm and not too irritable Emotions are like a pool of stagnant water. After chatting casually with Chen Ping for a few words, he returned to his room to continue busying with his mysterious career. Tang Aozhi was a little puzzled by Chen Fusheng's attitude, but Chen Ping was not surprised at all. He was wronged, beaten, humiliated, and mocked. The old man never asked questions. He clearly stated that he wanted to find his own place, so Chen Ping has become accustomed to dealing with the situation he created a long time ago. At most, he can add Bu Yixuan to clean up together. In the endgame, although I feel a little bit wronged from time to time when I am tired, I can barely count myself as enjoying myself.

In fact, although Chen Ping was right, Chen Fusheng's reaction was obviously different this time.

Chen Fusheng came to the study room, walked around the desk and sat on a pure wooden chair, he breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to rest his mind. This is his habitual behavior. Every time he encounters something that requires him to think deeply, he will sit here and concentrate Meditation, his study room is not big, and the decoration is not luxurious. There are two rows of bookshelves, all of which are full of books. Most of the bibliographies are between professional and amateur. The huge blackboard clearly records a network of connections that can drive the phoenix men who are single-minded to climb completely crazy, plus the sharp evaluation of everyone, it looks shocking, the whole study room is not decorated with giant splashed ink paintings, and there is no clear Porcelain vases and the like show off the grandeur, and the room of nearly [-] square meters is full of antique flavor and the smell of books.

Chen Fusheng leaned on the chair, silent for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes, picked up the phone beside the table and pressed a series of numbers lightly, and waited until the other end of the phone was connected before saying calmly: "He wants to give my son a little surprise. , we might as well surprise him, what to do is up to you, I just wait for the result."

A lazy and soft voice floated over the phone.

"no problem."

Nanjing Jinling Hotel, in the presidential suite on the [-]th floor, the atmosphere is extremely depressing. An old man in his fifties is sitting on the sofa, looking up at an oil painting hanging on the wall, dazed. Beside him, a The woman with indifferent face and plain clothes seemed to be incompatible with the surrounding environment, standing quietly, without the slightest expression on her face. Behind them, a middle-aged man's posture was far less elegant than the two, kneeling on the ground with a face full of fear , his body trembled slightly, his well-maintained face, which had been in a pampered position for many years, was covered with sweat, and he lowered his head, not daring to move.

The old man sitting on the sofa didn't have the slightest intention to speak, but just looked at the oil painting on the wall to himself, and after a while he said calmly: "This time, you did a good job, very good."

Two in a row made the middle-aged man behind him even more terrified. He crawled slightly, his head almost touching the ground. He could climb to this position and control most of the resources in Nanjing. Of course, it would not be nothing. A rookie who has no scheming in the city, although the dissatisfaction in his master's tone is not obvious, it is enough to make him feel fearful, he lowered his head firmly, and said in a calm voice: "Boss, this time it was my dereliction of duty. Tell your subordinates, I will remedy it immediately, and this situation will never happen again."

The old man sitting firmly on the sofa did not move, his tone was as indifferent as ever, as if nothing could arouse his mood swings, he asked indifferently: "Remedy? How to remedy it? Before arranging a car accident or directly sending a killer to kill Chen The kid at home?"

The cold sweat rolled down the face of the middle-aged man, and his heart wanted to cry but there were no tears. After the boss flew all the way from Beijing this time, he just confessed that he wanted to show that kid from the Chen family a little bit of color. What happened? The decision to deal with it was entirely a decision he made after careful consideration and deliberation for a long time. He did not expect that this great bodhisattva was not satisfied. Get rid of the big man who has the power of life and death.

He didn't speak, the old man didn't continue to ask questions, and the woman beside him was even more motionless, as quiet as a statue.

The entire living room became more and more oppressive in the silence of the three people with different thoughts, almost breathless. The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, not daring to move his numb knees that were almost unconscious, biting Gritting his teeth, he is not stupid. He decided not to speak even if he was beaten to death before he figured out what his master needed. Last time, he had dissatisfied his boss once because of his own reasons. This time, there was a slight difference, so he really didn't dare Imagine the consequences for yourself.

The boss sitting in front of him with his back turned to him has never looked back. He is definitely not a bodhisattva who is full of compassion and anger. Working with him is much more stressful than usual. I don't know how he died.

"Give you another chance."

After a long and suffocating silence, a voice finally came from behind the sofa, which to the ears of the middle-aged man was like the sound of heaven.

The middle-aged man, who was dressed in an expensive suit that had been drenched in sweat, immediately patted his chest and promised to do the job well. Seeing that the master didn't respond, he couldn't help asking tentatively, "Boss, what about the Chen family boy? How should it be handled?

The old man sitting on the sofa didn't turn his head or speak, but just waved his hand to indicate that he could go out.

The face of the middle-aged man changed, and he was almost about to cry. He just felt that what the boss ordered this time was more difficult than ever before, much more difficult, and the specific intention was not clear. People are a little bit confused, how much is it to teach the other party a lesson? As a boss, you have to say something, don't you?

The middle-aged man's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he knelt on the spot, a little at a loss.

"go out."

The woman who had been standing next to the old man suddenly spoke. She looked at the sweaty middle-aged man and said something lightly. Although the tone was light, it carried an unquestionable meaning.

The pale middle-aged man knelt on the ground and crawled backwards out of the living room. His eyes were full of fear, as if this woman was no different from a scourge in his eyes.

The old man who was sitting on the sofa without moving his body suddenly sighed and said something.

The middle-aged man who had just climbed to the door stopped immediately, raised his head, and planned to listen to his master's orders.

"How about the few people you sent out to follow the Chen family boy?" the old man asked lightly.

The middle-aged man's expression froze, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "Two dead and one injured, seriously injured."

The old man waved his hand and didn't speak again. He didn't stare at the oil painting until his subordinates completely crawled out of the room, and said calmly, "Interesting."

In a hidden monitoring room of Jinling Hotel, Chen Fusheng, who had been looking at the old man in the room through a screen for a long time, slowly raised a smile that was not a smile, and said the same thing: "Interesting."

Is this also a tacit agreement?

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