Qingyun Building.
Fang Yan accompanied his grandfather Lu Zheng out of the taxi. Looking at the building's name written in golden letters at the entrance of the square, he said with a smile, "This is a word for commending merit. Do gangsters also like to play elegant games?"
Lu Zheng completely ignored him and walked straight towards the entrance of the building.
The building uses an electronic gate and you must swipe your card to enter.
Fang Yan reached out and knocked on the glass door, calling the security guard inside to come over and talk.
The middle-aged security guard came over and asked, "What do you want?"
"Let's find someone." Fang Yan said.
"Who are you looking for?" the security guard asked.
"Du Qing." Lu Zheng said loudly. Every word he said was powerful and full of energy.
"Du Qing----" The security guard thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment. Was it a friend he met at the dinner table
"Your boss." Fang Yan added from the side.
The security guard was shocked, stared at the old man and the young man cautiously and asked: "What do you want to see our big boss for? Do you have an appointment?"
"I have an appointment." Fang Yan said. "Call Secretary Li and ask her to come down to pick me up."
The security guard didn't dare to delay and quickly went over to make a call.
Soon, he ran over again and said, "Secretary Li, please come in."
The electronic door opened automatically, Lu Zheng stepped in, and Fang Yan followed closely behind.
Just as I walked to the elevator door, the elevator opened and a charming and sexy woman walked in. She said with a smile on her face, "Is this Mr. Lu? The chairman is waiting for you in the office."
She glanced at Fang Yan who was standing next to Lu Zheng and said, "Who is this?"
There was only Lu Zheng's name on the memo, and Fang Yan was an "unknown black household".
"Fang Yan." Fang Yan took the initiative to extend his hand to the woman, holding her smooth and delicate palm and said: "Fang means upright and honest, Yan means descendants of Yan and Huang."
"What a descendant of Yan and Huang." Li Ya laughed. "Mr. Lu, a descendant of Yan and Huang -- please follow me."
Lu Zheng glared at Fang Yan and stepped into the elevator.
Fang Yan and Li Ya smiled at each other and followed closely.
Li Ya swiped the elevator's electronic system with the nameplate on her chest, and then pressed a blank key that did not display any floor.
Fang Yan thought to himself that Du Qing was indeed a gangster, and he had a strong sense of security. Even though Qingyun Building was his independent kingdom, he still took many precautions.
Then I thought, fortunately my grandfather’s students had a way, otherwise it would not be easy for me to see him.
The elevator went straight up to the top floor. Li Ya led the way, and Lu Zheng and Fang Yan, grandfather and grandson, followed closely behind.
Security on the top floor was even tighter, with large men in black at the stairwell and in the lounge facing the elevator, watching outsiders with a wary eye.
"A gangster is a gangster. Even if he has billions of wealth, it still can't change his violent and barbaric nature." Fang Yan mocked himself.
Of course, this does not rule out the possibility that Du Qing wants to show off his strength in front of his guests. After all, some coal bosses also like to bring a few sturdy men with them when they go out to increase their aura.
When "The Bund" was a hit, Xu Wenqiang, dressed in black and a black hat, walked out of the alley with a group of his younger brothers in suits. How many passionate men envied and looked forward to such a scene
Li Ya walked to the door of an electronic gate, pressed the video call button, and said softly: "Boss, Mr. Lu is here."
Click-----
The electronic door opened and Li Ya stood aside and made an inviting gesture.
Lu Zheng walked in without fear.
Fang Yan thanked Li Ya and followed her into the house.
This is a room that is a bit too large, with an area of nearly 1,000 square meters. There are no bookshelves filled with books, no computers, phones, or other electronic office equipment.
The walls are all painted silver-white. Apart from a wooden table and chairs facing the door, there is an indoor golf course.
There is a green lawn planted indoors, and the ceiling is transparent. When you look up, you can see dark clouds rolling in the sky.
A middle-aged man in a polo shirt stood in the middle of the lawn, holding the club with both hands and preparing to hit the ball.
boom!
With a graceful upward stroke, the white ball flies away.
"Beautiful." The man laughed happily. Obviously, he was also a golf enthusiast.
The man admired the landing point of the ball with great pride, and then reluctantly walked out of the lawn with the golf club in his hand.
Du Qing!
Fang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Du Qing seemed to sense something, and his eyes immediately shifted to Fang Yan. Then, he smiled and nodded at Fang Yan, saying hello.
Fang Yan searched for Du Qing's information on the Internet and knew that he was now a well-known business tycoon in Huacheng. The Qingyun Group he founded involved businesses such as civil engineering, port transportation, and seafood wholesale and export. He was selected as Huacheng's Outstanding Entrepreneur of the Year for many consecutive years.
He does charity work, whether it is the Wenxian earthquake or the snowstorm in the south, he has donated tens of millions of dollars. He is a well-known philanthropist in China.
However, his background in the underworld is rarely mentioned. Perhaps, even if someone knew the truth and posted it online, it would be deleted quickly
Fang Yan also saw some photos of Du Qing attending events on the Internet. He looked gentle and elegant, with the demeanor of a successful entrepreneur. Du Qing in real life is more charming. He looks younger than in the photos, and his mental state is easier to show.
He has a square face, slicked back hair, and is wearing white casual pants and white casual shoes. A black polo shirt makes him look much younger than his actual age.
This is a handsome man. Or, in other words, this is an elegant man.
If you didn't know the inside story, you really wouldn't be able to connect the man in front of you with Huacheng's underworld boss 'Qing Ye'.
Yes, this man controls the dark forces in Huacheng.
Some people say that in modern society, good families all go for the lady style, and the ladies all go for the pure style—and so do the gangsters.
"Mr. Lu, nice to meet you." Du Qing took the initiative to extend his hand to Lu Zheng with a very friendly smile.
Lu Zheng put his right hand behind his back and said expressionlessly, "Forget about the handshake. Your hands are stained with blood from fighting and killing, and my hands are stained with ink from writing and turning pages. We are not the same kind of people."
Du Qing's eyes froze for a moment, then he instantly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lu is such a funny person."
"It's just the truth, not funny at all." Lu Zheng said seriously.
Du Qing was still smiling, but his smile had obviously turned gloomy. He said, "So, what is Mr. Lu's purpose in meeting Du?"
"Seek justice for my grandson." Lu Zheng pointed at Fang Yan and said.
Du Qing looked at Fang Yan and said, "Little brother, this is the first time we meet, right? Why do you have murderous intent in your eyes when you see me?"
"You want to kill me and I want to kill you. What's wrong with that?" Fang Yan laughed.
"What's your name?"
"Fang Yan. Fang means square and upright, and Yan means descendants of Yan and Huang. Some people also say it means Yan means two fires above and below."
"Fang Yan?" Du Qing chewed on the name. Finally, he had some impression of the man in front of him.
At a golf invitational tournament, he was asked to deal with a man, who was said to be just a middle school teacher. He did not take the matter seriously and just handed it over to his subordinates to do it - this teacher actually had some background, was he the grandson of old man Lu Zheng
That's not right. Lu Zheng's last name is Lu, and Fang Yan's last name is Fang----
"It's you?" Du Qing smiled. "Before you came in, I never thought we would have a chance to meet."
"I'm the opposite of you." Fang Yan smiled. "I know we will meet."
"Because you have a good grandfather?" Du Qing sneered. "It's not something a man of blood would do to ask an old man to intercede for you, right? There's a hint of anger in your name, but you can't see any anger in what you do."
"This is the most convenient way." Fang Yan said. "Of course, I have many other ways. However, I think this method should be the most gentle of all the methods----"
Fang Yan is not only good at reciting poems and writing, he is also proficient in tracking, kidnapping, sack-sacking and beating with a club.
As the saying goes, it’s always good to have many skills.
Du Qing looked at Lu Zheng and said, "Mr. Lu, how do you seek justice?"
"First, tell us the real culprit behind this, and we will talk to him ourselves."
"What else?" Du Qing asked.
"Kowtow to my grandson and apologize." Lu Zheng said.
Du Qing's eyelids twitched, and everyone who knew him well knew that this was a sign of his extreme anger.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Why not?"
"I can't agree to that. And I don't want to agree to that."
"You wanted to destroy my grandson, and asking you to kowtow and apologize is already extremely lenient. Do you really think that the face of a gangster is more important than the life of my grandson?"
"Lu Zheng." Du Qing shouted angrily. "I see you are giving face to Director Luo - don't be ungrateful. Do you believe that I can have someone throw you off this Qingyun Building?"
Du Qing looked outside the door and shouted, "Someone come."
Crash-----
The electronic gate opened and a large number of people in black poured in.
They surrounded Lu Zheng and Fang Yan, looking like they were ready to start a fight at any time.
Fang Yan took a step forward and used his own body to block grandfather Lu Zhang's body behind him.
"Get out of the way." Lu Zheng pushed Fang Yan away.
"I don't believe it." Lu Zheng glared at Du Qing and shouted. His eyes were wide open and his silver hair was flying. "I am just a scholar. I know the Four Books and Five Classics, and I am familiar with the "Records of the Grand Historian" and "Book of Han". I write to nourish my spirit and read poetry to cultivate my soul. I have only a few pieces of cloth and no money. But my thousands of students are my greatest asset in this life."
"I respect heaven and earth, morality, and the people's hearts. How can I be intimidated by a mere gangster like you?" Lu Zheng walked up to Du Qing and shouted, "I know you are very wealthy and have many followers. Let me see what you can do to me today."
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If civil officials do not covet money and military generals do not fear death, we will surely be able to win the support of all nations in the world.
Even if he is just a scholar, if he has a literary courage to protect him, he can make it through even the most dangerous places.
(PS: Please give me red tickets and monthly tickets!) (To be continued)