After hearing Dongguan say that he had some eyebrows and eyes, Luo Jiajun immediately responded: "Then you talk first."

"I asked several senior executives of the company. At first, they didn't hide it from me, but in the end there was no way. I took two of them in a hurry. Then they told me that Lao Xu was killed by a gun. It was very likely that it was done by the enemy brothers of Chen Yi Xianglong Real Estate, and Fatty Huang might have been arrested by him." Dongguan explained in a concise manner.

"You are basically the same news as I got." Luo Jiajun nodded: "Wait, I'll go there in the second year of junior high school."

"Will it be a little too late to wait until the second day of the lunar month? Old Xu is gone, but Fatty Huang and his wife don't believe it yet! We can't just drag it over here, so we have to get the person out first." Dong Guan frowned and said, "I'm going to talk to Qiu San to see what they mean."

"He admitted that he had caught Fatty Huang, wouldn't that mean that Lao Xu was asked to kill him?" Luo Jiajun instinctively said with some insincere, "Do you think he can talk to you?"

"It's definitely possible to talk about it, otherwise why did he catch Fatty Huang? It's really a mortal grudge, so it's just like dealing with Lao Xu." Dongguan responded with a relatively familiarity with the situation: "He puts the person in his hand and must have other appeals. I'll go find him, and if I don't say it too clearly on the table, it's over!"

"...It's okay, you go over and talk to them first, and see what's going on and what they are going to do." Luo Jiajun nodded after pondering for a while.

"Okay, I'll ask people from our company to help me contact Qiu San." Dong Guan nodded.

...

In the early morning, when Dongguan was eating New Year's Eve dumplings at his partner's home, he received a call from a senior manager of the company. After chatting for a few words, Dongguan went downstairs in a sweater.

Next to the car in the community, Dong Guan pointed a cigarette and frowned and asked, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

"I asked someone to bring a message to Qiu San, and he agreed to meet you tomorrow." The senior manager nodded and responded: "Tonight at 8 o'clock, he said that the gentry KTV in Tiexi would invite you to drink."

"Okay, I understand." Dong Guan nodded and pondered for a while and instructed: "Old Xu Chusi is on the funeral, right?"

"right."

"You can help you arrange the company. Old Xu has few people in his family and may not be too busy. He has been in the company for a long time. What we can do is to do."

"Okay, I get it.

"Well, then you go back and I'll go upstairs and continue to eat."

"Haole."

After the two stood downstairs and chatted for less than five minutes, Dongguan ran upstairs with his shoulders in his cold arms.

...

There was nothing to say that night.

At around 5:00 p.m. on the next afternoon, Luo Jiajun was like an ordinary child in his 50s helping a nanny in his fifties to make a barbecue grill.

Upstairs, Luo Jiahong stood on the windowsill on the second floor and glanced at Jiajun's back, with a smile on his face, and walked down the steps.

Luo Jiajun turned around and glanced at the footsteps, and immediately asked with a smile: "Are you awake?"

"I've been sleeping all the time, I'm a little hungry, and I'll come down when I smell the fragrance." Luo Jiahong replied, and shouted to the nanny: "Mom Wang, get me a disposable glove, I'll help you do it."

"Oh, it's rare for you to work." Wang's mother has been working in the Luo family for most of her life. It can be said that she has grown up when she sees these children, so she doesn't care much about speaking at the Luo family, and everyone respects her very much.

"Haha, I haven't eaten skewers for a long time, so why don't you be so greedy." Luo Jiahong put on disposable gloves and skewed meat on the tag, while asking casually: "How are you doing these small business recently?"

Luo Jiajun was stunned when he heard this and responded very cautiously: "I'm just making a fool of myself, and I don't make much money."

"Haha." Luo Jiahong smiled when he heard this, looked down at the mutton skewers in his hand and said again: "If you encounter difficulties, don't tell me, why are you afraid I will help you?"

After listening to his words, Luo Jiajun unconsciously gritted his teeth, raised his head and responded with a smile: "It would be great if you could help me. I am a small business and lack good management!"

"Haha." Luo Jiahong smiled and pointed at Jiajun's chest with his finger wearing plastic gloves: "It's against his will!"

"Don't be too old," Wang's mother was a native of Northeast China. She scolded Luo Jiahong with a straightforward voice: "Jiajun was afraid of you since she was a child."

"...That was when I was a child. Now I can't bear him anymore, Mom Wang." Luo Jiahong smiled.

...

In a private room in a five-star hotel in Hangzhou, Liao Ang crossed his legs, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and asked with a gloomy face: "What's going on over Shen y?"

"I really don't know." The middle-aged man's eyes dodged a little.

"Fuck!" Liao Ang cursed coldly: "My cousin usually wants to ask you anything. You both have good things, and they are wearing a pair of pants. What's wrong with him? How can he not tell you?"

After hearing the sound in middle age, his expression was a little hesitant.

"What happened to him, don't you know?" Liao Ang asked again: "If you don't talk now, you'll be really anxious when Jiajun is in trouble."

"...It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that this matter can easily make Lao Huang cheat." Middle-aged man replied in a very embarrassing manner.

"He has been fucked detained now. What consequences can be more serious than now?" Liao Ang asked in confusion.

Middle-aged man rubbed his palms and struggled for a long time before frowned and added: "Fatty Huang can cooperate with *, but Lao Xu was the one who made a match for the project, but when the project ended, Fat Huang told me that he seemed to be trapped in and could not get out of it... because he found that *'s company seemed to have...the shadow of Jiahong."

Liao Ang was stunned when he heard the sound.

"Fatty Huang didn't tell me the specific details, and I originally thought that when we were on vacation abroad during the Chinese New Year, we would ask him in detail, but before he could tell me, something happened." Middle-aged man added again.

"Bang!"

Liao Ang kicked the solid wood chair in front of him and pointed at the middle-aged man and scolded: "Silly, you are as stupid as him! If you don't say hello to me in advance, you will still be foolish in private?! Do you know how sensitive Jiahong is to Jiajun? If you are greedy for some money, I can speak, but if you have to get involved with Jiahong, I can't help him. Jiajun must do this strictly!"

"Fatty Huang first told me that he could get through it."

"What a big deal he can get through!" Liao Ang cursed, lowered his head and took out his cell phone, immediately called Luo Jiajun, but the other party did not answer.

When the middle-aged man saw Liao Ang's actions, he immediately stood up and stopped him and said, "Xiao Ang, you believe me. Don't tell Jiajun about this. Let's think of a way to get Lao Huang back first. If this matter can be covered, Jiajun will at least not pursue it too ruthlessly..."

"Can you cover up!" Liao Ang was furious when he heard the sound: "Dongguan is in Shen Y. Jiajun told me yesterday that he would go to talk to the people from * tonight. But if there is a shadow of Jiahong in this matter, then it may happen if there is a big problem. And who is Dongguan? That is the number one iron player around Jiajun. If he gets into the trap, let alone Fatty Huang, even I have to follow him to fry!"

Middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound.

"Tread!"

Liao Ang ignored the other party and walked out with great strides, while dialing the driver's cell phone with the phone: "Drive quickly and pick me up from downstairs."

After contacting the driver, Liao Ang called Dongguan again, but the other party was still in a state of no answer.

...

At night, it was around seven o'clock.

The driver took Liao Ang to the Luo family's villa at an average speed of 100 miles. After Liao Ang took a few deep breaths at the door, adjusted his mindset and walked into the Luo family with a thorn.

About five minutes later, Luo Jiajun, who was having dinner with his family, heard the nanny say that someone was looking for him in the hall, wiped his hands and walked back to the first floor room. After seeing Liao Ang, he asked unexpectedly: "Why did you find him?"

"Something happened."

"What's the matter?" Luo Jiajun asked with a frown.

"You didn't answer the phone call you just now. I just got the news that there is a shadow of Jiahong in Shen y*'s company." Liao Ang replied in a low voice.

After saying that, Luo Jiajun suddenly turned around and looked outside. At this time, he didn't know whether it was a coincidence or Luo Jiahong heard someone coming to find Jiajun, so he deliberately turned around... In short, he sat on the chair with his shoulders in his arms, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at Jiajun through the glass from a distance.

"...If there is really a shadow of Jiahong, then Dongguan is confused and goes to Qiu Santan, and something may happen." Liao Ang added again: "I just called Dongguan, but he didn't answer. Will it be...?"

Luo Jiajun listened to Liao Ang's words, stared at her eyes and whispered: "This damn fat man Huang probably already knows that Jia Hong's shadow is behind the company... If something fucked Dongguan is going to happen, I will peel him off!"

Liao Ang didn't dare to answer the conversation when he heard the sound.

"Bang!"

Luo Jiajun took out his cell phone, thought for a long time, and immediately dialed a number and muttered: "Now he is close to you..."

...

In a private room in a hotel in Hohhot, Xiao Aoao lay on the rotating dining table, sticking his little butt, and his crystal saliva flowed. His big eyes blinked and looked at the money, car keys, civil servant seals, calculators, books, toys, and posters of beautiful women secretly placed by Qiao Shuai. His little hands hesitated and didn't know which one he should catch.

"Catch the poster! You believe my brother. We have this family condition. If you let your father do the money, we will play with you... and just rogue..." Qiao Shuai started to cheer on the side.

"Get out of here!" Fang Mulan was almost anxious and wanted to beat him up: "My son is a serious child."

"It's not clear. When I was young, my dad thought his son was serious... but in fact I didn't have much confidence in myself." Qiao Shuai replied again with a slut.

"Ha ha!"

Everyone inside the house was hilarious.

"Di Lingling!"
Chapter completed!