New Order Plan

Chapter 42 Uncle

Ten minutes later.

On the terrace by the pond.

Jin Yuansheng and his son Jin Xiaobao stood by the table, heads bowed, behaving like obedient grandsons.

The two told Liu Minzhong what had happened the night before, leaving Liu Minzhong speechless with anger.

Jin Yuansheng didn't dare to say a word, and nudged his son with his elbow.

Jin Xiaobao stole a glance at Liu Minzhong, and said with a feeling of utter frustration, "Uncle..."

"Shut up!"

"I......"

"Who let you sneak out of the hospital? Huh?!"

Liu Minzhong, his face ashen, sternly questioned Jin Xiaobao, then glared at Jin Yuansheng: "You two, father and son, can't stand not causing me trouble every day, can you? I'm just a district council speaker, not the president of the coalition government!"

Jin Yuansheng was sprayed with spit in his face and shrank back, not daring to respond.

Jin Xiaobao shed two tears, looking aggrieved.

Upon seeing this, Liu Minzhong slapped his forehead and sighed to the heavens, "I really want to castrate you and your son."

"Uncle, I was just feeling down and wanted to vent my emotions to a girl, what did I do wrong!"

Jin Xiaobao pouted, filled with grief and indignation.

Upon hearing this, Liu Minzhong went up and slapped him hard across the face.

Jin Yuansheng was so frightened that he quickly covered his face, afraid that he would also be slapped.

Liu Minzhong shook his hand, put his hands on his hips, and paced back and forth in front of the two of them.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were deep and serious.

The situation seemed rather unfavorable for him.

With the police holding him hostage, Song Shuanghe probably wouldn't dare to make a move against Jiang Qingshan now.

But Ma Zhengjiu is still in Song Shuanghe's hands. What if this guy turns on him and bites him back?

He knew Song Shuanghe well; this man's moral bottom line was very flexible.

Song Shuanghe was eager to take another step forward, and he would seize any opportunity and be determined to succeed.

That's why he asked this guy to deal with Jiang Qingshan in the first place.

But now the situation has changed.

With the information that Ma Zhengjiu and the police department possessed, biting him seemed to be a better option.

For Song Shuanghe, it doesn't matter who he punishes; what matters is his achievements.

Even if he has a personal grudge against Jiang Qingshan, he wouldn't be in such a hurry.

Liu Minzhong grew angrier the more he thought about it, and suddenly turned around and slapped Jin Yuansheng.

Caught off guard, Jin Yuansheng covered his face and avoided eye contact.

"You piece of trash! I told you to pick them up, not to use those photos to threaten Ma Zhengjiu!"

Liu Minzhong scolded him with exasperation.

If it weren't for that photo, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

"Brother, calm down. It's too late now. Even if you beat me to death, it won't make a difference. Let's think about what to do now."

Jin Yuansheng said in a humble voice.

Liu Minzhong glared at him fiercely, lit a cigarette, and began to ponder.

Ma Zhengjiu.

The key is Ma Zhengjiu.

Ma Zhengjiu is like a knife; whoever wields it benefits from it.

But Song Shuanghe certainly wouldn't hand him over easily; this guy would definitely try to get as much benefit from Ma Zhengjiu as possible before he would be satisfied.

But if she does that, Song Shuanghe will eat her alive.

He dislikes being controlled by others.

Especially this year, he is going to win the election for the position of Director of the Administrative Office.

At this critical juncture, how can we allow even the slightest bit of leverage to be in someone else's hands?

He absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen.

Liu Minzhong thought for a moment, then raised his hand to wipe his temple and stared at Jin Yuansheng, saying, "Disappear."

"Um?"

"Let Masahisa disappear forever."

Jin Yuansheng swallowed hard: "But he's in the Control Yuan."

"I will invite Song Shuanghe to the manor to talk. If he brings Zheng Jiu with him, we'll settle this here. If he comes alone, someone will release Zheng Jiu, and then you'll arrange an accident, understand?"

"I...I understand."

"Yuansheng, if you make another mistake, even if you are my own brother, I will not be able to tolerate it any longer."

Liu Minzhong patted Jin Yuansheng's shoulder heavily, making Jin Yuansheng feel three points shorter.

Jin Xiaobao, standing next to him, kept his head down and didn't dare to breathe.

Liu Minzhong put the cigarette in Jin Xiaobao's mouth, gently stroked the other's head, and said with a smile, "You have to be more ambitious too."

"I will! I will! Uncle..."

Jin Xiaobao responded, trembling.

Liu Minzhong glanced coldly at the two of them a few times, then turned and walked towards the white building.

Jin Yuansheng let out a huge sigh of relief, plopped down in a chair, and muttered to his son, "That scared me to death."

Jin Xiaobao slumped onto the platform, wiping away cold sweat with his sleeve.

After the father and son calmed down for a while, Jin Yuansheng took out his phone, made a call, and then left in a hurry.

Jin Xiaobao recovered, but seeing that no one stood up for him, he felt resentful.

The thought of being pinned to the ground and humiliated by Jiang Qingshan last night filled him with immense shame.

He didn't understand why Jiang Qingshan was completely unafraid of his uncle's power.

In the political and business circles of this planned area, who doesn't call him Young Master Jin?

The man surnamed Jiang didn't take him seriously at all!

This bastard made Erbao unable to stand up.

He got scolded by his uncle today because of this!

It's all because of that bastard!

Jin Xiaobao stood up and, with a flurry of lightning-fast kicks, scattered the tables and chairs on the platform.

But this did nothing to quell his anger.

He turned his head and looked around, his gaze sweeping over the female waitresses not far away as if searching for prey, before finally landing on Xiao Tao who was passing by.

"Hey! You, come here!" Jin Xiaobao shouted.

Xiao Tao is going to retrieve the pipa.

Liu Minzhong was in a bad mood and wanted Xiao Tao to play a song for him.

Hearing Jin Xiaobao's call, Xiao Tao was startled and quickly stopped in her tracks.

"I'm talking to you, come here!"

Jin Xiaobao, with a cigarette given to him by Liu Minzhong in his mouth, stood with his hands on his hips, imitating Liu Minzhong's mannerisms.

Xiao Tao glanced at the white building and hesitated.

Upon seeing this, Jin Xiaobao flew into a rage: "Are you deaf?"

Xiao Tao's expression darkened, and she obediently moved over.

Jin Xiaobao grabbed Xiao Tao's ear and said fiercely, "Kneel down!"

Xiao Tao trembled, wanting to speak but unable to.

Just then, the slender and tall butler quietly appeared beside Jin Xiaobao.

But Jin Xiaobao was completely unaware until the butler spoke, at which point he stumbled in fright.

"Young Master, Speaker Liu is waiting for Miss Xiao Tao to play a piece of music."

The butler had unusually long, narrow eyes that gave him a somewhat foxy look, and his voice was soft and calm, yet slightly eerie.

Jin Xiaobao exclaimed in shock, "When did you get here? There wasn't a sound!"

The butler didn't speak, but just squinted at Jin Xiaobao for a while before bowing and inviting Xiao Tao to go first.

Jin Xiaobao was filled with surprise and doubt.

He was certain he hadn't heard a sound at all, and there was no one else around.

His gaze swept across Xiao Tao's face, and he noticed that Xiao Tao also looked surprised.

Damn it, I saw a ghost in broad daylight!

The small white building in the distance.

Second-floor balcony.

Liu Minzhong's gaze was fixed on Jin Xiaobao's location, and the pupils of his eyes turned into thin green vertical lines, which looked quite frightening.

He only stopped when he heard Xiao Tao tuning her guitar downstairs and turned back to the living room.

Xiao Tao, holding a pipa, knelt on the carpet and gently plucked the strings, and music began to play.

Melodious.

classical.

It sounds pleasant.

Liu Minzhong tapped the table lightly in time with the rhythm.

After a moment, he noticed a string of characters engraved on the pipa and couldn't help but feel curious.

So he leaned closer to take a look and asked, "What is this?"

"KISMET".

"The language of an old era?"

"Yes."

"What do you mean?"