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The phone rang countless times on the table, and the man sat on the sofa, motionless as a mountain.

Secretary Liao asked him, "Master Zhang, it's probably Master Zhang calling. He wants you to go back to Nanyang now."

Zhang Wenshan was reading a financing document and shook his head: "Say I'm not here."

Liao Jingcheng walked over, picked up the ringing phone, and said respectfully into the microphone: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang is in a meeting, I will pass it on."

"Mr. Zhang," Secretary Liao came back and persuaded in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang is seriously ill and is bedridden. Otherwise, why don't you go back to the island? No matter how much you fear your father, a blood relationship is a blood relationship after all. You should always see it for the last time. Mr. Zhang is your grandfather, if you don’t go see it now, if Ling Tang is still alive..."

Anger welled up from the bottom of his heart, accumulated for a long time, and finally broke through a point, Zhang Wenshan stood up abruptly, pointed at the door: "Get out."

He tore the document in his hand to shreds and threw it on the ground. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging because of his anger: "Don't I want to go back? Get out!"

Liao Jingcheng couldn't grasp the source of Zhang Wenshan's anger for a while, so he closed the door and exited.Although it was sunny outside, the heavy curtains in the office were drawn. Once the door was closed, only yellow lights and silence remained.Zhang Wenshan lit a cigarette and smoked slowly, recalling the phone calls from Nanyang over the past few days.

Secretary Liao is from the grandfather's family. He was sent from the Zhang family to assist him in the early years, so sometimes what he meant was what the grandfather meant.When he was young, Zhang Wenshan had no doubts about the Xiao family. Later, when he grew up, he realized that if he wanted to gain a firm foothold in the family, he had to rely on external forces.Zhang Yijiao is such a force.The old man was his grandfather, and he was his only living relative and heir.

At about the same time, he finally figured out the story of his mother's death, which had been tabooed by the servants since he was a child.When Zhang Wenshan was young, he used to think that his father's love for his stepmother was nothing more than a slightly extreme conjugal love, but later he realized that it was the real reason for the bleakness of his mother and child in his own childhood.Every time he saw his father go out to find a distant spice for his stepmother, he thought of his mother who was pale and coughed constantly on the hospital bed when he was young.

Zhang Wenshan asked himself countless times, do he hate him?

The answer is yes, he hates the Xiao family, the man who gave him life, and the woman whose mother was abandoned because of her.

That's when he made a choice.He chose to join forces with his grandfather to avenge his mother.Later, this kind of hatred was like a mountain, pressing on his shoulders all the time, making him breathless.Until one day, in the sunny world outside, Xiao Chongyun reached out to him and said, brother, we can leave here together.

So sweet and tender, so people do not want to refuse.

It was poisonous honey, but he raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

This secret plan, behind the Xiao family's back and the Zhang family's back, must have a careful implementation outline.Zhang Wenshan thought over and over again how to set up a small company if the two of them were together in the future.How to avoid acquaintances and use the current resources, how to start from scratch without making Xiao Chongyun suffer, and make this company bigger in a foreign country.The company will not develop too fast, and the business cannot be too broad, otherwise it will attract attention, and eventually the media will ask him about his nominal and real relationship with Xiao Chongyun.As for the inheritance of the Xiao family, whoever wants to inherit it will inherit it. After all, if the father has a stepmother, he will have other women and have other children.

But Xiao Chongyun is enough for him.

As long as he can hold this person in his arms and kiss that black hair, he will regard himself as having been compensated for his pain, hatred, and wealth.

There was a small scorching hole in the carpet, which was burned by cigarette butts when Xiao Chongyun was waiting for an answer.If someone looks down at his soul from a high place, he will probably see a bottomless pool, the water of which has already dried up, but is anxiously waiting for spring.That kind of feeling can be described in one word, it's called insatiable desire.

At this juncture, he heard the news that heavy metal poisons were found in his home.It is said that the poison was found in the stepmother's morning tea, and the family is investigating them one by one.As soon as the news came, Zhang Wenshan knew something was wrong, and he immediately called his grandfather: "Grandpa, you promised me not to force me."

"Yes."

Zhang Wenshan clenched the receiver, faintly angry: "You moved my stepmother."

Zhang Yijiao's voice was hoarse, and it seemed that there was a mouthful of phlegm in his throat. He spoke with great difficulty: "Grandpa won't force you, but grandpa is getting old. If you don't do some things, you can only hate Jiuquan. If you don't want to do it, grandpa will help you." You do it."

"Go back to Nanyang," Zhang Yijiao said on the phone, "come back and get what you should have. Once I do it, you will have no way to turn back. Your father is not stupid, and he will find you sooner or later. Take a step back and lose everything plate."

"You don't want to lose the Xiao family, and then lose the Zhang family, and be ridiculed for having nothing, right? I'm an old bone about to go to the ground, and you still have a future."

Zhang Wenshan heard himself asking: "Grandpa, what about Xiao Chongyun?"

There was a hint of joy in the ambiguous voice: "None of the mother and son can escape. As long as he comes back, it will be a dead end..."

Zhang Wenshan did not follow his grandfather's request, and immediately found an excuse to return to Nanyang to help Zhang Yijiao.He knows that he is the most critical piece in this game of chess, and the most beneficial internal support. If he is not there, even if his grandfather can deploy a surprise army in Xiao's house and plan to kill Xiao Chongyun's mother, Li Qianqian, he will not be able to shake this position in the slightest. Huge family.After all, although the stepmother is currently the love of the father's heart, she is not in power.Zhang Yijiao was just messing up the situation. What he really needed was someone who could take power in a chaotic situation—that is, Zhang Wenshan himself.

After a few days of evasion and stalemate like this, Zhang Yijiao claimed to be sick and forced him to go back with his family blood.

Although Secretary Liao has been by his side for many years, he is a member of the Zhang family after all. He does not know whether or how to report to Zhang Yijiao in private.However, since grandpa's support is needed, it is natural to accept the chess pieces he placed around him.The anger just now was specially made for him to see.

These insider disputes, Zhang Wenshan knew in his heart that he absolutely could not explain to Xiao Chongyun, let alone let him leave France and return to Long Island.There is a war that has not started, and a situation that does not disturb itself.So he sent a message to me, saying that I have something to do recently and I can't make the appointment.

However, Xiao Chongyun did not reply to him.

Zhang Wenshan thought that Xiao Chongyun would be disappointed and change his mind, but he didn't expect that he would receive a letter from his brother's family.

The letter was mailed with a postage stamp on it, and it took a lot of time to travel across the ocean, and by the time I got it, it was already winter.Zhang Wenshan opened the envelope almost in surprise, but there was nothing in the letter that mentioned what he wanted to see.

That is an ordinary letter from home, writing about the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and school anecdotes, as if the previous ambiguity no longer exists, and the relationship has returned to brotherhood.

Zhang Wenshan read it line by line, his heart sank bit by bit.Obviously Xiao Chongyun's writing is light and joyful, but he reads it like a knife, piercing his heart with each knife.

When I read the last line, I suddenly changed the subject:

Spring grass is green next year, will Wang Sun return?

That moment was like going from hell to heaven.

Return, of course you have to return.

But at this moment, neither he nor Xiao Chongyun can return.Going back is a dead end.He died at the hands of Xiao Li, and Xiao Chongyun died at the hands of Zhang Yijiao.

Zhang Wenshan was considering how to explain this problem to Xiao Chongyun, when he received news from France that the Second Young Master had returned to Long Island.

"The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?"

return.

Now that you're here, I must.

Zhang Wenshan flew back to Kuala Lumpur that night and learned that Xiao Chongyun had left, and it seemed that he was going to collect information.As for where to go, no one knows.Zhang Wenshan immediately called Xiao Chongyun's mobile phone, but he couldn't get through there.

At that time, a bucket of ice water was poured down, and he was afraid that if he was one step too late, grandpa's people would strike first.In desperation, Zhang Wenshan remembered the address in the letter, and drove directly from Kuala Lumpur to the north.

He left late at night and brought a few close friends with him.Halfway through the journey, the bodyguard on the co-pilot turned around and said, "Mr. Zhang, we are being followed."

Zhang Wenshan turned around and found that the two Volvos following him were hidden in the traffic and followed alternately. They seemed to be veterans.Zhang Wenshan gave the order, and the driver drove on the old road at the fork. When the Volvo crossed the intersection, his Land Rover hit the accelerator, forcing one of the Volvos to stop by the side of the road after tens of meters.

The person who got out of the car was a native Malaysian Chinese with dark skin, and saw him shouting respectfully, "Master."

Zhang Wenshan put a gun barrel on the man's chin, and asked who sent him here.

"Mr. Zhang said that young master is a soft-hearted person. He will definitely go to Xiao Chongyun when he comes back this time," he was following a killer. He didn't expect that he would be exposed by mistake. In addition, Zhang Wenshan was so frightened that he turned pale and almost stood up. Can't hold back, "So let's follow."

"What if I do go to him?"

"The old man said, if you find that bastard and you can't do it, let us help you."

Snapped!

Zhang Wenshan raised his hand and slapped the man's knees so that he knelt on the ground.He pulled up the killer's collar and put it close to his ear: "Xiao Chongyun is my younger brother, who gave you the right to call him a bastard?"

The road is remote, one side faces the river, and the water is deep and swift.At night, when there were few cars and the stars were dim, he put the gun on the man's temple, pulled the trigger firmly, pushed the man down, and disappeared into the vortex in an instant.The moment it was pushed down, there was a foul smell in the wind. It should be that the man peed his pants.

In the second half of the night he handled the second Volvo.Take the car phone of the previous person, confuse the tone with the electric sound, and meet with the second Volvo.When they arrived at the meeting point, the door of the second Volvo opened, and Zhang Wenshan took people out of the previous Volvo, caught off guard.

Unlike the first rookie, the second assassin was considered a professional veteran, and had a one-on-five shootout for half an hour.He brought four bodyguards, and at the cost of two being shot and injured, he finally killed the man in the woods and found a place to bury him.

One hundred kilometers away from Najib, Zhang Wenshan dialed Xiao Chongyun's cell phone again.Since grandpa had someone follow him, it means that his recent behavior has made the Zhang family suspicious, but it also means that Zhang Yijiao has not had time to attack Xiao Chongyun.Xiao Chongyun didn't answer the phone, maybe the signal is really bad where he is, or there is something wrong with the phone.

Zhang Wenshan gave the address to the driver, relaxed slightly, stopped to rest, and drank some coffee.

Coffee is a bottled mass-market product, one bottle per person, unscrew the cap and drink directly.Zhang Wenshan was still restless and didn't drink too much. He leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes for a nap. Then he heard the driver chatting with the co-driver's bodyguard: "How far is it from Najib?"

"It's almost over a hundred kilometers. The Zhang family should not be able to catch up."

"It's hard to say. I heard that Mr. Zhang is very powerful, so it may not be so easy for us to pass."

Zhang Wenshan suddenly opened his eyes: "Mr. Zhang?"

He stared at the bodyguard on the co-pilot, and reached out to touch the gun: "In the Xiao family, when it comes to my grandfather, they usually call him 'the old man of the Zhang family', and no one calls him 'Mr. Zhang'."

Zhang Wenshan suddenly drew his gun!

The man in the co-pilot is faster!

During the conversation, he kept a pistol in his sleeve. At that time, he shot Zhang Wenshan's unraised German gun. Zhang Wenshan only felt a pain in his arm, and half of his body was numb.The driver was actually equipped with a gun, but he was on the steering wheel at the time, and before he could pull it out, he was shot in the head by a man!

Jiang is still old and hot, Zhang Wenshan finally understood that the chess pieces that grandpa placed around him were far deeper than he thought.

The other two bodyguards were injured in the previous shootout. They were standing outside the car to breathe. When they heard that something was wrong and wanted to rush over, they fell to their knees after taking two steps—there was a problem with the coffee.

When the man blew the driver's head, Zhang Wenshan pushed the car door and rolled down!While rolling down, he opened the door on the side of the driver's cab, and the driver's body fell out!Zhang Wenshan grabbed the corpse, blocked it in front of him, picked up the pistol that fell on the ground, and shot at the co-pilot!

He only drank a few sips of coffee, although not much, but the effect of the medicine is still on time.Weak limbs and dizzy mind, he finally saw the aiming hand trembling, the bullet missed, and finally the whole person fell on his back to the ground.The man got off the co-pilot, walked over, and squatted next to him: "Young Master, Mr. Zhang asked me to give you a message. Who is it bad to like, do you have to like a bastard brother? If you really don't want to kill your sweetheart, he will kill you." Help you break the last thought. Looking back now, the Zhang family is still your shore."