When the paper figurine smashed here, Hou Weiren's chest felt tight over there, an old face flushed red, and then he covered his heart and spat out a mass of dirty blood, which was not the folded paper figurine he swallowed before. cardboard.
At the same time, only a bang was heard, and the Sanqing bell in Hu Mingshan's hand was cut into two parts by the waist, and the mouth of the bell fell to the ground, and there was another crisp sound.
"Old man, old man..." When the Hou family met, they hurriedly stretched out their hands to help them. The Hou family was in the midst of the storm. If something happened to Hou Weiren again, the sky of the Hou family would really collapse.
"It's okay, it's okay." Hou Weiren took a deep breath, he pointed to the blood on the ground, looked at Hu Mingshan, and said anxiously: "Master Hu, what's wrong?"
Hu Mingshan calmed down the blood surging all over his body, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
This unwillingness is not against Meng Zezhi's tyranny, but for the generous reward promised by the Hou family.
He sighed and said, "Then Xie Guangsheng refuses to stop."
Hearing this, Hou Weiren's face had a layer of livid color. He barely suppressed the anger in his heart, with a hint of pleading, and said angrily: "Master Hu, is there really no other way?"
Hu Mingshan shook his head: "Excuse Hu's inability to do anything."
When did his Hou family suffer such humiliation? The Hou family members present were all furious, and the young man who supported Hou Weiren immediately said angrily: "Master Hu, you are also a master of the famous town, and you will shrink your head when you encounter an accident. , aren't you afraid of being laughed at when it spreads out?"
Hu Mingshan's face was pulled down instantly, it was not so easy to provoke him.
If it was in the past, considering the power of the Hou family, he could not guarantee that he would give the Hou family a penny or two, but now, the Hou family is in jeopardy, whether it can be preserved or not, it really annoys him, he doesn't mind pouring on the fire. Oil.
Probably also aware of this, Hou Weiren immediately scolded: "How did you speak, Master Hu, can you criticize it, please apologize to Master Hu soon."
The young man looked reluctant, but because of Hou Weiren's words, he had to say: "I'm sorry..."
"Okay," Hu Mingshan interrupted him and said to Hou Weiren, "Old man, I have said everything I should say, and I have done everything I should do. Hu Mou has done his best to say goodbye!"
"Master Hu—" Hou Weiren looked unwilling, but Hu Mingshan had already made it clear that he didn't want to get into this muddy water, so he could only grit his teeth and said: "Housekeeper, send Master Hu for me, and then put two hundred dollars into Master Hu's account. ten thousand."
"The old man is polite."
For the sake of these two million dollars, Hu Mingshan said amicably: "If the old man wants to keep the Hou family, you may as well listen to me, I can't convince Xie Guangsheng, that's because I've never met him, so what I say is naturally not enough. Weight. If you can ask someone who has weight to make peace, there may be room for things to turn around."
Hou Weiren's face was ashen, unmoved.
Just at this moment, the middle-aged man on his right hung up the phone in his hand, with a look of panic: "Master, the call from Uncle Zhao, the boss was taken away by the discipline inspectors."
The eldest in his mouth is Hou Wanhua's brother, and the current head of the Hou family is Hou Wancheng.
"What?" Hou Weiren was shocked: "What's going on?"
After Hou Ting (the son of Hou Wancheng, who was reported by his mistress) had an accident, in order to prevent him from implicated in the rest of the Hou family, Hou Weiren sent someone to destroy the evidence that Hou Ting accepted bribes as quickly as possible.
The middle-aged man had a strange look on his face: "It was said that when the boss and sister-in-law were discussing about Hou Ting, Xiaochu was also there for some reason, holding sister-in-law's mobile phone, which was connected to 110..."
Xiaochu is Hou Ting's son, four years old this year.
How could there be such a coincidence
Hou Weiren's face cracked directly. He covered his chest, his palms rose and fell violently with his chest, and he was almost out of breath.
"Old man, old man..." The middle-aged man hurriedly stretched out his hand to ease his back.
The young man said anxiously, "Master, what do you think we should do next?"
The surrounding Hou family members echoed: "Yes, old man, Hou Ting folded in, the second uncle lost both legs, and now the uncle has also been arrested... If something happens to the Hou family, it will really be over."
Hearing this, Hou Weiren suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man was in pain: "Old man?"
Hou Weiren took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Prepare!"
When Mr. Han came to the door with some things, Meng Zezhi was cooking.
Han Daqin opened the door, and when he saw the person coming, his eyes narrowed: "Grandpa?"
"Didn't you go abroad, why are you here?" Old Man Han was a little surprised.
The family was worried that Han Daqin did not tell them that he was being targeted by the Specter.
Therefore, when the old man Han asked, Han Daqin could only say vaguely: "I just came back, I have something to discuss with Congyan."
Mr. Han just asked this casually, and didn't take it to heart. He came here for something: "By the way, thank you... is Xie Daochang here?"
"I'm here." Han Daqin turned sideways and let Old Man Han come in.
Hearing the movement, Meng Zezhi reached out to turn off the gas, took off his apron, and left the kitchen.
"Master Han." Meng Zezhi greeted.
Old Man Han bowed his hands and said politely, "Thank you, Daoist Master."
"Please take a seat." Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on the gift box held by the bodyguard behind Mr. Han, and he paused: "Is there something wrong with your visit to the humble house today, Mr. Han?"
Xie Bowen brewed tea and sent it over.
Mr. Han reached out and took it, put it on the coffee table, and said only, "I am entrusted by others to be a lobbyist."
Speaking of which, Mr. Han sighed with emotion. Three months ago, Xie Bowen broke Hou Wanhua's leg, and he was still a lobbyist at Hou's house.
Who would have thought that three months later, he would still be the lobbyist, but the Hou family would be the one who kept a low voice.
"The Hou family?" Han Daqin exclaimed in surprise.
"That's right."
With that said, Mr. Han took a stack of documents from the bodyguard and divided them into two halves. He put the document in his left hand on the coffee table and pushed it to Meng Zezhi: "This is something that was paid to Hou Wanhua from the blog of Yandai. The Hou family is now doubling the repayment."
Then he pushed the document in his right hand: "This is the apology from the Hou family to Bowen, including a villa on the South Third Ring Road, a sports car, three facades on the People's Square and Dongfeng Entertainment's percentile. One of the shares, the Hou family guarantees that these things come from the right way."
Dongfeng Entertainment is the owner of Xie Bowen.
The value of these things will not be less than 150 million RMB.
Meng Ze knew but laughed silently.
Mr. Han didn't feel embarrassed either, he had already made a draft: "That is, Daochang Xie, you can drive the Hou family into such a field, but I still want to say a few words. This hundred-footed worm is dead and not stiff. , The Hou family is powerful, it’s not just talking about it, the management of the four generations of the Hou family, just the three items of in-laws, fellow villagers, and family members, have been implicated in more than a quarter of the forces in the capital.”
"So don't think that the Hou family is in danger now, but if you really push the Hou family into a hurry, he will naturally have thousands of ways to defeat you. Xie Daochang, you have high skills and are naturally not afraid, but there are always things that you can't take care of. For example, blog posts, and for example Congyan…”
The old man Han ordered so far, which is why he was willing to be the lobbyist of the Hou family.
Meng Zezhi has studied knowledge for two lifetimes, and this is the first time he has ever played with power.
He had to admit that what Mr. Han said made sense.
Just listen to the old man Han continue to say: "The Hou family promises that as long as Xie Daochang gives up, the Hou family will only treat this incident as never happened, and will never retaliate against Xie Daochang afterwards."
Meng Zezhi didn't believe this, but he still said: "Since you have said this, old man, then I should give you a face, and I will accept these things!"
"Okay." Old Man Han smiled wide-eyed: "Then you see—"
Meng Zezhi raised his chin at Xie Bowen: "Go, turn off the faucet above the sink."
Xie Bowen did as he said.
Only then did Meng Zezhi say: "Okay, Mr. Han, let's just forget about the Hou family."
Old Man Han didn't expect Meng Zezhi to be so good at talking. He couldn't help but feel the wind under his feet when he left.
When the person completely disappeared at the gate, Xie Bowen said anxiously, "Dad, did you really let the Hou family go like this?"
He didn't believe a word of the promise made to the Hou family.
"Don't worry," Meng Zezhi glanced at the things on the coffee table, stroked the beard on his chin, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your dad, I'm smart!"
Blame him for being too aggressive. Although the effect was good, it annoyed the Hou family.
"Go, clean up the little candles in the sink and bury them on the bank of the artificial lake in the community."
"How do you say?" Xie Bowen was refreshed.
Meng Zezhi grabbed his fan and clapped his palms: "For the sake of our safety, the Hou family must not be allowed to stay, but it's just that the Hou family can't be irritated. In that case, take your time, the best effect is the Hou family. The family lost a little bit, and they didn't even know it was our hands until they died."
Meng Zezhi's original intention was just to vent his anger on Xie Bowen's behalf, but he never thought that things would turn out like this in the end.