After I slapped my wife, he wandered the streets

When Bai Qianmian left, his expression was in a daze, and Pan Xun was worried, so he sent someone to guard the apartment downstairs, and when he learned that Bai Qianmian hadn't returned at night, when he was about to make a call, there was news from the shantytown, saying that it was Bai Qianmian Went home with Feng Jin.

Although Pan Xun hated Feng Jin at such a time, he felt at ease with him.

With a long sigh, he rubbed his forehead with his right hand and sat down on the sofa.

"Originally, things at home piled up a lot," several flower envoys stood in the middle of the room, and the leader Violet said: "This time I met someone who knows you again, and the news may have leaked."

After not showing up for a long time, all kinds of speculations on Kunsag's side have even affected the development of many things. Now even if they go to seal the news of the president, they may not be able to continue to cover up the news.

"Once outsiders know that you are in Moka City, there are too many unpredictable risks." What kind of person is the Patriarch? The confidant has the responsibility of admonishing.

"We don't have much foundation in Moka City, and our relationship with Chen Wu is nothing more than a cooperative relationship. Although we promised them huge profits, we can't guarantee everything in case something happens."

It is even possible that after knowing the true identity of the Patriarch, Chen Wu will not be able to restrain himself from doing something.

Kapok, who rarely spoke, also said, "You must leave Sif as soon as possible."

How could Pan Xun not be clear about this, just looking at Kunsag's urging and urgent calls, he knew that he would not be able to stay for a few days. What is needed most is time.

"Maybe you can go first, we stay." Violet tentatively said.

Pan Xun closed his eyes and didn't respond to the suggestions of his subordinates. He didn't speak, and the flower envoys could only calm down no matter how anxious they were.

"Where's Hyacinth?"

"He should be back soon." Violet and Kapok looked at each other and took a step forward.

Pan Xun said "um", adjusted his posture and simply lay down.

Some time ago, he threw Hyacinth into a shanty town, and later he took Bai Qianmian to live in an apartment in the main city, but no one came back. When asked, it was obvious that the task assigned to him had been completed.

Pan Xun pretended to be asleep and waited, and he was actually a little bit asleep in a daze. There were seven or eight people standing in the room, and no one dared to disturb him.

More than ten minutes later, the closed door was knocked twice softly. Mu Mian looked at the sofa and found that the owner had opened his eyes, "Open the door."

Outside the door, Hyacinth was dressed in tattered clothes. He originally wanted to cry out to express his pity, but the atmosphere in the room was too bad. He quickly adjusted his attitude, stepped forward and saluted respectfully, "Patriarch."

Pan Xun sat up from the sofa, his head was still aching, and a tendon was throbbing from his forehead to the back of his head.

"What about things?"

"I've found it." Hyacinth took out a stack of old paper from his arms, and handed it over carefully.

Pan Xun was holding the papers. The headlights in the room were not turned on, and there was a desk lamp beside the sofa, but the dim yellow light could not be seen clearly, so he frowned.

Violet has been paying attention, and when she saw this, she immediately bent down to turn on the lights.

Pan Xun leaned sideways and flipped through these palm-sized papers one by one under the desk lamp. They were uniform, and a man was drawn on it with a pencil. There was only a simple outline. It could be seen that the owner of the drawing paper was not very good at tracing.

Although there are only human outlines, the main characters in each drawing are very similar in size, even...Pan Xun rubbed his thumb on the portraits, just as Feng Yu said, the figures in these paintings There are moles all over the corners of the mouth.

Pan Xun sighed for some reason. He raised his left hand and touched the corner of his mouth.

Because they are all drawn with pencils, the quality of the paper is not very good. The lower the paper, the more blurred the characters, and the bottom few pictures can't even see the traces.

Pan Xun was very complicated, with joy in his eyes, but indistinct sadness in his heart.

"It must have been a long time." Only Violet looked closer and said softly: "It's a pity that there is no time marked."

Yes, it's a pity that the time is not marked, but Pan Xun counted more than 50 just now, so... When and under what circumstances did Bai Qianmian paint, and what was he thinking when he was painting.

"The box." After looking at it again, Pan Xun raised his head.

The other flower envoys had retreated to the corner, and Hyacinth was anxious to show off, and immediately brought over the wooden box on the table beside her.

Pan Xun treasured all the drawing paper after smoothing it out and putting it in. After closing the box, he held it in his arms and stared blankly for a while.

"Patriarch?" Hyacinth asked for instructions.

"Wait another three days." Pan Xun had already made up his mind when he saw these paintings, "Let's all go down."

He gave the order, and Mu Mian and the others had no choice but to back out. Pan Xun waited until he was the only one left in the room, then fell down holding the box again.

He had to give Bai Qianmian some time to buffer, even though he really wanted to see him right away.

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Feng Jin didn't understand the meaning of Bai Qianmian's last sentence, what is the meaning of no choice and no result... He didn't want to think too complicated, as he said to Bai Qianmian before, no matter what the purpose is, they have to Learn more about Pan Xun's real situation.

Where did he start to understand? Feng Jin tossed and turned and didn't sleep all night.

Before dawn the next day, he got up and left the tent first. He found his gang of cronies, and with their help, he found the dean of Feng Yu's hospital. He also learned the address of the big businessman from the hospital.

With a mentality of giving it a try, Feng Jin asked the hotel staff to go up and pass a few words, saying that he was the man who stayed with Pan Xun that day, and he wanted to meet him, but unexpectedly, the big president came down in person. meet.

Feng Jin had never been to such a high-end hotel, and when he got on the elevator, he swayed because he was not used to it.

Isamu Tsukishima smiled very kindly, and even raised his hand to help.

"Thank you." Feng Jin drummed in his heart. He changed into his best clothes today, but when he was standing next to the other party, he felt that his clothes and pants were a little short for some reason. All the way to the eighth floor, he couldn't help it. Pulled the hem twice.

"Sit down." After entering the room, Isamu Tsukishima sat on the sofa in the center.

Feng Jin took a quick look at the hotel suite and sat down nervously. He wanted to speak, but after stuttering twice, he was finally able to speak a complete sentence.

Yukishima always had a smile on his face, without any impatience or contempt.

"It's like this," Feng Jin said as naturally as possible after the belly draft had been finished, "Qian Mian and I were sitting next to Pan Xun that day. We are both Pan Xun's buddies, so I want to ask you about something. , After all, we have been separated for too many years."

Feng Jin called Pan Xun in a very familiar tone, and even made up two things that never existed before to draw closer the relationship between himself and Pan Xun.

He spoke clearly and logically, and casually inquired about Pan Xun's situation.

Isamu Tsukishima acted like he didn't know, and was very cooperative during the question and answer session. Feng Jin sat in the room for about half an hour, and finally got up and left satisfied.

Isamu Tsukishima wanted to go down to see him off, but was stopped by him. The short man stood in the room and watched the door close. He still had a smile on his face, and quickly turned around and opened the door inside.

"Mr. Huashi." Unlike Feng Jin's attitude, Isamu Tsukishima bent over and said in a very respectful tone, "I have told the other party all the information you asked me to say and what I can say."

After Kapok walked out of the room, he glanced at the seat where Feng Jin was sitting before, and the other party had already left.

He nodded slightly.

Isamu Tsukishima smiled brighter and shrewdly said: "Then... about the contract?"

"Don't worry." Kapok's tone was cold, and he passed by without looking at the other party.

After Feng Jin came out of the hotel, he let out a long breath, and all the younger brothers rushed up to ask questions, "Boss, how are you?"

"Is there anything your boss can't do?" Feng Jin patted his chest, and couldn't help turning around to look at the tall building, "Let's get out of here first."

He always felt guilty, he knew very well that Isamu Tsukishima's friendliness was not because of him, and the resplendent world he stayed in just now did not belong to him, so he had to go back immediately.

After Feng Jin sent away all the younger brothers, he rode his motorcycle back to the shanty town first, and after turning around twice, he couldn't find Bai Qianmian, so he slapped his forehead and rode to the place where Bai Qianmian went to work.

In the past, he would dodge a little bit, but now he would ignore it, and went directly to the door of the store.

Seeing him coming in a hurry, Bai Qianmian went to ask the boss for leave immediately after her expression changed.

It seems that he has often asked for leave not long ago, so when he spoke, he was ready to be scolded, and there was no way to deduct his salary, but the boss was unexpectedly easy to talk, and he didn't even ask him too carefully.

Bai Qianmian was stunned for a moment, then looked at the boss's face, and felt something was wrong.

He walked out, and Feng Jin was waving at him.

"Are you on leave?" Feng Jin took his hand and took it out.

Bai Qianmian said "Yes", and slowly turned her head to look at the boss. The middle-aged man was wearing a plastic wrap and was washing the car. Bai Qianmian slowed down a bit, and wanted to turn around and ask something.

Feng Jin frowned, and said impatiently: "What are you doing? Hurry up, I have something to tell you."

Bai Qianmian hesitated for a while or followed him out first, and the two found a street corner to stand still.

Feng Jin couldn't wait to say: "I found out!"

"what?"

"You really don't care!" Feng Jin shook his head, "Didn't I say that, if you want to leave, you have to know something about your young master. You can't be tricked by him anymore."

"Who did you ask?" Bai Qianmian was very worried.

"Don't worry about it," Feng Jin patted him on the shoulder, vowing, "The news is accurate and reliable."

"Mmm." Bai Qianmian subconsciously didn't want to hear it.

Feng Jin was very serious, "The Pan family seems to be very important, not just an ordinary rich family. Pan Xun should now be the head of the Qiangwei Financial Group."

"First executive?" Bai Qianmian didn't want to hear, but she was still attracted.

Feng Jin unconsciously lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "It means CEO, boss, boss."

"Ah."

"Have you heard of the Rose Consortium?"

"No." Bai Qianmian squatted against the wall as if she had no strength.

Feng Jin squatted opposite him, and said untruthfully: "More than two companies can be called a group, and a consortium is a group with many, many groups."

Bai Qianmian raised her eyelids and said in a hoarse voice, "Then... what is he doing now?"

"There are too many. I heard that there are health and medicine, real estate, and steamships." Feng Jin tried hard to remember, but he still didn't remember them all. "There should be banks."

"Bank?" Bai Qianmian was very surprised, even though she was mentally prepared, she was still surprised.

"Don't be too shocked," Feng Jin asked a lot, but he didn't understand much, "I heard that the consortium will also organize various civil organizations in private, and they can even exert influence on the alliance government. All in all... ..." Feng Jin tilted his head to think of adjectives.

Bai Qianmian lowered her head, and suddenly spit out five words, "Are you powerful?"