"Why...why did you tell me?" he asked hoarsely.
That's the key point!
Why would Zhang Cheng give him news that could bring him immense wealth?
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Cheng chuckled softly.
"Brother Tao, Xiao Dao told me everything."
"Back then, you came to him with a gun and asked me about my affairs."
boom!
It felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in Zhang Jingtao's mind, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
He knows!
He knew everything!
"hehe!"
Zhang Jingtao abruptly hung up the phone, slumped into a chair, his body drenched in cold sweat.
He looked out the window at the night, his eyes filled with struggle, fear, and a hint of uncontrollable fanaticism.
Zhang Cheng...
What exactly does this devilish young man want to do?
He couldn't figure it out.
"Do you want to go?"
Once this idea arises, it grows wildly like weeds.
Going there would mean tying your life and fortune to the sinking ship that is the old Party Secretary; one wrong step and you'd be doomed!
Can……
Even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails!
If you win the bet, you'll rise to the top in one step!
Zhang Jingtao sat in the darkness for a long time, the only sound in the office being his rapid heartbeat.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, grabbed his coat from the hanger, and rushed out of the office like a madman, disappearing into the end of the corridor in the dead of night.
Half an hour later.
He appeared with a complicated expression in a brightly lit, eerily quiet study.
Zhao Tianyang, the former Party Secretary of Jiaxing, sits upright behind his desk.
His expression was gentle, and his movements were unhurried as he personally brewed a pot of fresh tea.
The fragrant aroma of tea seemed to separate the study into two separate worlds.
"Old Party Secretary, I...I've heard a bit of a rumor."
Zhang Jingtao stood in front of the desk, his posture extremely humble, his voice trembling slightly.
"Are people from the province coming soon?"
Zhao Tianyang seemed not to hear, focusing intently on watching the tea leaves tumbling and unfurling in the boiling water, a kind smile playing on his lips.
a long time.
He then raised his eyes and waved to Zhang Jingtao, who was standing stiffly.
"Come on, Jingtao, try this pre-rain Longjing tea."
"Yes, Secretary!"
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