"Why do you think so?" Secretary Yu frowned. As he asked this question, he immediately realized what was happening. This was indeed a coincidence. If it was Li Ze who sent the people, he would have personally triggered this series of conflicts. But judging by the results, Li Ze now has too many accusations against him, so many that it's hard to tell what benefit he could gain from it.
"So, what do you think now?" he asked in a different way.
Chen Tinghan said: "I originally thought that he deliberately used Zhang Keqi's old subordinates who were recruited by him to mix the real with the fake, but this shit pot can't be washed clean at all, and he seems too passive. Even now I think Li Ze is too suspicious. Will those factions of the Wang family who are hostile to him let go of this opportunity?
Before you came back, I was wondering if Li Ze had gotten out of control, but now it seems someone was deliberately guiding him."
"Who?" Secretary Yu couldn't help but ask, "Wang Kai just dealt with Zhang Keqi. If his former confidants who built his empire together were to encounter accidents one after another, wouldn't the people under him be resentful?
That's Ai Chunxiao?"
Chen Tinghan stared at the documents on the whiteboard, lost in thought for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up and shouted, "Tell me right now, which of these documents on the whiteboard did you summarize for me?"
Secretary Yu was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly got excited, he quickly stood up and started to identify the information. As he pointed out, Chen Tinghan tore off all the information that Wang Jinling gave him, leaving a large gap. However, Chen Tinghan felt suddenly enlightened and stared at the contents on the whiteboard.
After a while, he suddenly sighed and said, "Now I understand why we always come up empty-handed but still manage to cause harm to Li Ze."
"In short, I was misled."
"Is there anyone who could deceive you, young master?" Secretary Yu said in surprise.
"To be honest, I'm easily fooled, especially by her." Chen Tinghan looked at his palm, his thoughts somewhat scattered, and said self-deprecatingly: "I have never lived to see myself defeat her."
Secretary Yu thought this was strange, but since he didn't want to explain, he didn't ask any more questions. He just speculated, "No wonder we can't find him. We can't expect the person who hid Wei Xuesong to tell us where he is... It seems that there's something wrong with this information. The person who gave you this information must be no good either. At least now, we have a target."
Chen Tinghan didn't say anything, just stared at the whiteboard for a long time without saying a word.
After a while, he checked the map, marked a few locations with a pen, and said, "Let's try it one last time."
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An urban village somewhere in Wanghai.
This is probably the only remaining fruit of the hard work of the older generation of Wanghai. It has survived the wheel of time and has retained the style of a farmhouse to a large extent. However, many of the original farmers' houses have now become homestays to receive tourists and other outsiders. The flowers and plants are carefully maintained, but it's a pity that the genuine farmland has also been made into a project to let people who come here to play experience the "happiness" of farming.
Farmers don't think farming is fun. They all think that city people are just too idle. But since they are paid, they will do the work. Naturally, the maintenance will not be very good. The small fenced fields are semi-abandoned, and they originally wanted to plant something on the remaining large land, but later the village became rich, and people became lazy and looked down on it.
However, recently someone has been taking care of the land and the flowers and plants, and the situation has improved a lot.
I don't know what the hobby of the guest who stayed here recently was. He was wearing work clothes and busy in the fields, getting paid to work for others.
However, the villagers seemed to know him, and in addition, he would chat with the guests who came and went in his busy schedule. He was enthusiastic and talkative, and was well-known among the guests and villagers.
He was busy until the evening today. When the sun set, he sat on the stone pier at the door of a homestay wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a towel, sipping tea.
However, as he was drinking, he suddenly saw a young child walk into the yard, looking around, not knowing what he was looking at. He frowned, then quickly relaxed and asked tentatively, "Little brother, is this the room you rented?"
"I'm not sure," the high school kid said shyly. "I might be in the wrong place. There aren't any signs here."
"Where are you two?"
"I can't get in touch with them." The child said with a bitter face, "No one answered the phone, and the signal is bad. Can I sit here with you for a while? I'll leave as soon as I can get in touch with my family."
The man looked the child up and down, and after a long while he finally agreed: "Okay, sit down. I only have tea here, but no drinks."
"It's okay, as long as there's tea, thank you, uncle." The child, Chen Tinghan smiled and sat down, took a sip of tea, immediately frowned with bitterness, stuck out his tongue, and made the man laugh, and said:
"You kid, you don't know shit. You can't drink strong tea and you're wasting my tea leaves."
"I only like iced black tea." Chen Tinghan smiled shyly, his innocent behavior dispelling some of the other party's vigilance. Then he looked around and said, "I don't know what's fun here. Instead of staying in the city, I ran away to the urban village and stayed in a farmhouse. I'm so bored."
"You're just a kid, you don't understand anything." The man sighed and said, "It's quiet here. No one disturbs you, no one cares about you, you're at peace with the world. When you grow up, you'll want to have a place like this where you can hide and rest for a while."
Chen Tinghan sipped his tea without saying a word. As the vortex in the cup subsided, he said coldly, "So that's why you led your men to cripple Cheng Dayong, causing such a bloody storm, and then hid here, hoping to be at peace, right?"
The man... Wei Xuesong was startled. At this moment, there was no trace of the feminine nature of the word "Xue" on his face. He suddenly became violent, reaching for his waist, as if he would draw his gun at the slightest disagreement, and shouted: "Who the hell are you?!"
"If I were you, I would keep my voice down and not reveal that I have a gun." Chen Tinghan said, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "If farm work hadn't made you stupid, you would have noticed how many people are coming and going around here. The resident in the next building has been sitting there staring at you for fifteen minutes, and the farmer who is cooking over there is also a new face. He has been watching you for a while.
To put it simply, someone wants to kill you."
"......" Wei Xuesong stared at Chen Tinghan and asked, "Who are you?"
"Asking me who I am right now isn't a wise choice," Chen Tinghan said. "What we should do now is run, and don't drive your car. I guarantee that the moment you start the engine and drive onto the road, you'll be blown up along with your car."
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