Chapter 675: Maximizing Benefits
Li Shaoqi’s death is like a gear, but more like a grain of sand stuck in the gear.
His death caused a great change in the entire Binhai situation.
As long as you are in this circle, it seems that there is no one who is not affected.
Oh!
Except Liu Shengge, a pervert.
At two o'clock in the morning, more than a hundred people were busy outside Swan Lake. The ruins were being cleared and the bodies were taken out. While Cai Qinghu was still dazed, he was lightly bumped by Han Qian. He whispered into his ear.
"Go! Be more forceful and say that this case involves the death of a member of the Yamenmen. As a prosecutor, you, Cai Qinghu, are qualified to intervene in this case. Go!"
Cai Qinghu trotted In the past, they may be afraid of facing the dead, Wen Nuan, Cai Qinghu has seen a lot.
After Cai Qinghu trotted over, Han Qian turned around and took out his mobile phone to dial Song Wanli's number.
"Swan Lake, come and have a chat?"
Song Wanli, who had already fallen asleep, sat up and said coldly.
"Han Qian? Do we still need to talk?"
Han Qian smiled.
"Come here, your son hired gangsters to come to Swan Lake to attack me, resulting in Li Shaoqi's death. Are you sure you don't want to come over to talk about this?"
Song Wanli got out of bed, frowned and said in a deep voice.
"Han Qian, I don't understand what you said!"
"Haha!"
Han Qian hung up the phone, climbed over the railing and stood on the ice, looking at Looking at the ice-free lake in the distance, Han Qian was worried about what Feng Lun would become in the future.
Han Qian is not afraid that Feng Lun will kill people or have convulsions. Han Qian is worried that the whole world will become Feng Lun.
I'm worried that Feng Lun has followers!
Soon, Song Wanli drove up. After getting off the car, everyone looked at Song Wanli who appeared with surprise. Song Wanli strode across the corridor and stood at the railing, looking at Han Qian who was standing on the ice. Han Qian waved to Song Wanli.
"Come down and say, don't let me look up at you."
Song Wanli thought for a few seconds and jumped over the railing. Han Qian pointed to the distance, the two of them Walking side by side to the middle of the lake, Han Qian handed Song Wanli a recording pen while walking together. Song Wanli opened the recording pen, and a familiar voice came from inside.
“I don’t care what you think, I can’t just suffer this loss, I want to settle the score with Han Qian!”
Song Wanli slowly raised his head and looked at Han Qian, raising his eyebrows.
“That’s it?”
Han Qian smiled and raised his right foot and stomped it hard. There was a cracking sound on the ice. Song Wanli didn’t dare to move. Another message came from the recording pen. Make a sound.
"Who am I? Who is my father? My father is Song Wanli! I, Song Lin, had his head opened in Binhai and was beaten like a dog by Han Qian in front of everyone. Can you bear it? "Look, he Han Qian only has one head, I don't believe that if he cuts off his head, he can grow it again."
The recording pen in Song Wanli's hand has been taken away by Han Qian. , Han Qian said with a smile.
"You turn your head and take a look?"
Song Wanli turned around. Cheng Jin, Li Jinhai, Cai Qinghu, Sun Zhengmin and other ten members of Binhai, large and small, all stood at the fence and looked this way. Song Banli frowned.
“What are you looking at?”
Han Qian chuckled.
"Uncle Song! You shouldn't have suffered a loss in twenty years, right? You should also have forgotten what it feels like to suffer a loss, right? Then I will talk to you carefully, tell you, this This party is a party on the seaside, and it has nothing to do with you, Changqing, but you are here now, you say! What does this have to do with you?"
Looking at Han Qian's smile, Song Wanli seemed to be watching a devil smiling at him. Song Wanli took a step back, and Han Qian stepped forward, squinting and smiling.
"Ask you, Uncle Song, why are you here? Why are you here? This place has nothing to do with you!"
Song Wanli took out his mobile phone, Han Qian smiled.
"Come! Record and call the police? Let me tell you, why are you here, because the gangsters here killed people, who did they kill? Killed Li Shaoqi and Jiang Mushen, one is Fu Dong's nephew , one is the captain of the D20 special team! And why are you here? Your son brought him here. Why did your son come to Swan Lake? Because everyone thought that Feng Lun would come to kill Li Shaoqi tonight, and everyone knew that I have a good relationship with Cheng Jin. I would come to protect Cheng Jin, and so would your son. I thought of this!"
Han Qian took a step back, looked at Song Wanli and smiled. "If you didn't come, maybe no one would think of this, or even think about your son, but you are here!"
Han Qian had a look of regret on his face, as if he was feeling sorry for Song Wanli and said sadly.
"But you are here! Do they think the same as what I said? After all, there is no reason for you to appear here, Uncle Song!"
Song Wanli took a step back again , gritted his teeth and growled.
"Han Qian! You will be punished for being so insidious!"
Han Qian raised his head and laughed.
"Retribution? What is retribution? Damn it, come to me if you can! Of course, Uncle Song, you don't seem to have thought of a question yet. Li Shaoqi's uncle is Fu Dong, and now Fu Dong is in urgent need of someone. Come and vent your anger! Otherwise, he won’t be able to explain it to his sister! And you, Song Wanli, are big enough to resist the beating, and you just become Fu Dong’s target!”
Song Wanli gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.
"Do you think such a simple accusation can be believed? So many people died in the meeting, but you, Han Qian, were unscathed!"
Han Qian squinted and pulled away with a smile. Wearing a white sportswear, he put his hand in, and then pressed his palm on Song Wanli's face. Song Wanli felt a burst of moisture and warmth on his face, and Han Qian narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"The bullet penetrated my side waist and took away a piece of flesh and blood. How could I be unscathed? But I have to wait for you here! Wait for you to come see me! Otherwise, how can my plan succeed? In fact, I am completely I can let Feng Lun take the blame. The meaning of his existence is to take the blame for me, but now I can maximize the benefits. Lin Zongheng has received huge benefits from Four Seasons Villa. How can I return empty-handed?"
Song Wanli raised his hand and touched his face, his hands were bright red.
Han Qian took out a cigarette, lit it, and sneered.
"Believe? Uncle Song, are you talking to me about fairy tales? Only the weak in this world need the truth, the strong only need how to protect their own face! Don't you understand such a simple truth? ? Fu Dong doesn’t know whether something is true or not. He only needs one person to step forward and be able to deal with it. He can explain it to the outside world, his family, and Li Shaoqi. Do you think it matters whether you believe it or not?”
Song Wanli closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Han Qian, I don't understand! What benefits can you get from doing this."
Han Qian smiled.
"I am a businessman. In fact, I am the purest businessman in Binhai! I am selling a timely rain. Didn't Uncle Song notice the sincerity of me, Han Qian?"
Song Wanli frowned and gritted his teeth angrily.
"Han Qian, just say it!"
"Li Shaoqi came to Binhai to invest, but he died! My Binhai construction stopped! Sun Zhengmin asked me to build an ice and snow world in Shengjing again. I made conservative calculations!"
Han Qian stretched out his words Four fingers, Song Wanli frowned.
“Four hundred million?”
Han Qian slowly raised his head, then turned to look into the distance and smiled.
“Hey, Fu Dong came very quickly!”
Song Wanli closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"How much do you want! How much! Just tell me!"
Han Qian looked at Fu Dong, who was running all the way, then kneeling on the ground holding Li Shaoqi's body, and then turned his head with his right hand Stretch out four fingers and make a fist with your left hand.
Song Wanli’s eyes widened.
Han Qian smiled.
"Four billion! Not even one steel ball is missing!"
Song Wanli took two steps back, then turned around and walked towards the guardrail of Swan Lake. After walking about five or six meters, Han Qian suddenly raised his right foot and exerted force. Stomping down, the cracks on the ice moved toward Song Wanli like lightning, and stopped at Song Wanli's feet.
Han Qian smiled.
"I will let you remember this crack for the rest of your life!"
Walking on thin ice!
(End of this chapter)