Chapter 913 Evidence in Hand

The two walked into the government building together and were stopped when they entered the negotiation floor.

"Excuse me, both of you. You will need to be searched before entering the venue, and your cell phone and other communication devices will also need to be handed over."

Song Shengzong immediately frowned, and even his subordinates were unhappy, but this was the government's territory, and they were the ones who wanted to promote cooperation.

Song Shengzong's eyes fell on the tray in the hand of the person who stopped them. There were many mobile phones neatly placed on it, as well as a small pistol, which was probably carried by the person who came in before.

Song Shengzong let out a breath, took out his cell phone, turned it off, and handed it over.

"Okay, search me then."

Song Shengzong and his subordinates handed over their mobile phones at the same time. Just after they handed over their phones, the Song family, who had lost Wan Xiaobei and could not find Song Xiangjun's bodyguards, called his phone one by one, but none of them went through.

"What should I do? I don't know what's going on."

Several bodyguards were like ants on a hot pan, running around anxiously. At this time, in the office of the highest administrative minister in Gangxi, Mo Yanchu received good news from the QT organization.

[We've already obtained the evidence from the Song family. When can you receive it? ]

When Mo Yanchu saw this, he stood up from his office chair, his eyes dark and deep, like the tide before danger.

【I will arrange for someone to pick it up now.】

Mo Yanchu looked at Wang Yan, who had been waiting beside him, and ordered, "First, use the Gangxi project to stabilize Song Shengzong and the others. Come with me to do something."

Since this was the sole purpose of his visit to Hong Kong City, Mo Yanchu handled almost everything himself. When it came to the most crucial evidence, he had to go get it himself to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

In the negotiation meeting room, Wang Yan was late. The representatives from various companies who arrived on time were able to sit still at first, but later they became impatient and started whispering to each other.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the person in charge arrived yet?"

"Who said it wasn't? Wait a little longer. Look at the Zheng and Song families. Aren't they just sitting there quietly like us?"

"The Zheng family is really down on their luck. They had such a great project in Gangxi, but it ended up costing them lives. Now they're renegotiating. Everyone can see the government is planning a change. I wonder if we can benefit from it this time."

"In my opinion, the person most likely to get the lion's share of the development project right now is Mr. Song. His daughter is very close to the president of Wanjia Denghuo..."

Song Shengzong and his subordinates sat in their seats confidently as soon as they entered the door. Directly opposite them were Zheng Ziye and his secretary.

Hearing the whispers of the people around him, Song Shengzong didn't show it on his face, but he was full of pride in his heart.

He looked down at Zheng Ziye and said nothing, but his eyes were filled with the words "You little bastard, you're too young to fight with me!"

Zheng Ziye was young and energetic. The Zheng family had been suppressed by the Song family many times before, so he was determined to change it.

Later, on the Hongxi project, if it weren't for Qiao Qingci's suggestion, he would have only attributed it to his own fault, thinking that he had not arranged the immigration properly, which led to the tragedy, and he would not have realized that someone had tampered with it. That person was the one standing next to Song Shengzong at this moment.

Zheng Ziye adjusted his breathing and looked at Song Shengzong's subordinates.

Not long ago, based on this person's social network, he found the creditor who forced the nail house owner to death that night, and learned the truth from the creditor's drunken talk.

Now that he has the evidence in his hands, he has been holding back and not clarifying it, just waiting for this day to teach Song Shengzong, who thinks everything is under his control, a lesson and to avenge the frame-up!

Zheng Ziye did not speak. After this experience, his impulsive character had changed. Facing Song Shengzong's contempt, he chose to look back at him calmly. His aura was no weaker than his, and his young eyes were full of glittering light.

Song Shengzong narrowed his eyes, surprised by Zheng Ziye's reaction.

He crossed his hands and circled his thumbs around each other, looking at Zheng Ziye scrutinizingly, but he couldn't see anything.

"I haven't seen you for a while. Mr. Zheng has become much calmer. Unlike before, I always tend to treat you as a junior."

When Song Shengzong said this, many people present stopped and looked at him and Zheng Ziye.

In business, in the marketplace, being called a junior is a very bad thing. You are born to be looked down upon and are also implied to be incompetent.

Zheng Ziye used to hate people saying he was young, which easily reminded him of the rumors in Hong Kong about the decline of the Zheng family.