klisemfg Chapter 899 The boss has been waiting inside for a long time
Chapter 899 The boss has been waiting inside for a long time
This small town in the northwest of Kuncheng is like a piece of old jade softened by time, hidden in the folds of the mountains.
The bluestone pavement was worn to a shine, and the blue brick and tile houses on both sides were lined up one after another. The animal patterns on the eaves had weathered the wind and rain, and the glaze had faded to a warm beige.
The river that flows through the city is so clear that you can see the pebbles on the bottom. When the breeze blows, tiny silver scales appear on the surface of the water.
Schools of koi fish swam by, flicking their tails, causing the buildings in the reflections to sway.
The black-sailed boat moored on the shore was covered with a light green tarpaulin. There was a coarse pottery vase on the bow with two wild chrysanthemums in it, which gave it a sense of elegance, as if "the boat was sailing on the water and the people were sitting in the painting."
This was originally a resort built by CY Sunac Industries with huge investment, but now it looks a bit desolate.
Half of the shops along the street were closed, with faded lanterns hanging from the lintels. Only the occasional rowboat passing by, the boatman's horn, could startle the sparrows under the eaves.
Logically speaking, such authentic local customs should attract scholars and poets to explore the ancient sites.
But for some reason, ever since Chang Haihe took over, this place has become more and more deserted day by day, like a painting splashed with light ink, gradually losing its charm.
The black-sailed boat swayed gently on the water, and the sound of the oars at the stern accompanied the sound of water.
Chang Miaomiao was leaning on a bamboo lounge chair, her slender figure wrapped in a plain cheongsam. She was holding a white porcelain teacup in her fingertips, and the amber color of black tea was swaying at the bottom of the cup.
She raised her eyes to look at Qi Haoyu opposite her, the tail of her eyes slightly raised, her eyelashes like two small fans, covering the emotions in her eyes.
Only a trace of red remained on her lips, and she smiled with a careless charm: "The city and water here,
It's a bit more intriguing than the shallows in the northern region of East City, isn't it, Haoyu?"
Qi Haoyu didn't say anything, his eyes swept across the place, taking in the whole place.
The small silver stove on the table was boiling water, and the purple clay teapot was bubbling with white steam.
The hot mist filled the boat windows, turning the green tiles and white walls outside into a hazy ink painting.
Qi Haoyu couldn't help but hum, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold side of the boat.
My eyes swept across the willow branches hanging down on the shore, and I always felt that there was an indescribable sense of oppression hidden in this excessive silence.
The boat stopped at a stone pier. The blue-gray stone steps were shiny from being soaked in water and were covered with slippery moss.
Chang Miaomiao stepped onto the wooden step brought by the boatman and went ashore. The slit of her cheongsam revealed a section of her fair calves.
The red high heels and the light cat steps show her softness to the fullest.
Qi Haoyu followed closely behind, and just as he had gained his footing, he saw two middle-aged men wearing coarse cloth short jackets and trouser legs rolled up to their knees coming towards him.
Looking at his tanned skin and strong arms, he looks like a fisherman who has been making a living by the water all year round. However, the vigilance in his eyes cannot hide the sharpness of his well-trained eyes.
"The boss has been waiting inside for a long time." One of them spoke in a hoarse voice with a strong local accent. After that, he turned around and led the way.
After passing through a moon gate covered with morning glories, there is a courtyard with three entrances and three exits.
There are several old locust trees planted in the first courtyard, bluestone tables and benches in the second courtyard, and water lilies in the water tank in the corner. It is not until you step through the third carved wooden door that you reach the main courtyard.
The pomegranate tree in the center of the courtyard bears fruits that look like red lanterns. The main house is a simple building with a hip roof.
There is a plaque with the words "Tingtaoxuan" hanging on the lintel. The characters are vigorous and have a bit of the literary style.
Qi Haoyu and Chang Miaomiao stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and the two middle-aged men who led the way stepped aside and stood by with their hands hanging down.
Two men in Zhongshan suits stood on the steps, their black sunglasses covering half of their faces. Their bodies were as straight as pine trees, and the communicators behind their ears flashed from time to time.
One of them saw Chang Miaomiao, nodded slightly, lifted the curtain and walked into the house. The creaking sound of the door hinge turning was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.
But after a moment, the man came out and made a "please" gesture.
The tone was a little more respectful than before: "Ms. Miaomiao, the boss invites you two in."
Chang Miaomiao looked back at Qi Haoyu, with a hint of comfort in her eyes, and then reached out to hold his big hand.
Her fingertips were slightly cold, and her nails were painted with bean paste-colored nail polish, which warmed Qi Haoyu's heart and brought out an ambiguous smile.
The two of them climbed the stairs, and the man in the Zhongshan suit at the door lifted the heavy door curtain at the right time, and a scent mixed with sandalwood and old wood hit them in the face.
The moment he stepped over the threshold, Qi Haoyu subconsciously held his breath.
The light in the main room was gentle and balanced with the softness of the style. Behind the eight-immortal table stood a man in a dark Tang suit.
He was facing the door sideways, looking at the pomegranate tree in the yard from the window, playing with two shiny walnuts in his hands.
The "clicking" sound of the walnuts colliding is particularly clear in this room where it is so quiet that you can hear your breathing.
Qi Haoyu used the warm yellow light from the shelf behind the table to glance at the scattered objects and was secretly shocked.
On the upper shelf, a pair of old purple-skinned gourds were placed side by side. Their leather was soft and smooth, and their stems were tied with tassels of the same color.
At first glance, you can tell that they are a pair of objects of the same year, symbolizing "double blessings of fortune and prosperity";
In the middle layer are two blue and white porcelain vases, painted with symmetrical lotus patterns, with lustrous glaze and delicate body. They are a rare pair of vases of the same style from the official kilns of the Qing Dynasty.
On the bottom layer, there is a pair of blood-red stone-carved Qilins, with a strong posture and distinct scales and claws.
The transparent bloodstone is obviously a pair of precious treasures made by a famous artist.
Each of these objects is exquisite and is not just an ordinary decoration. While laymen may just watch for fun, experts can appreciate the secrets and value behind them.
His eyes moved away from the antiques and finally fell on Chang Haihe. The man's face was expressionless, with wrinkles all over his face.
His eyes were surprisingly bright, revealing a shrewd and calculating calmness, and his aura was even more strange—
He has the roughness of a country bumpkin and the cunning of a businessman, making it difficult to see through his depth.
At this moment, Chang Haihe had an ambiguous smile on his face, and his voice was as low as sandpaper scraping against wood: "Assistant Qi is here? Please take a seat."
Qi Haoyu's back was straight, and his eyes couldn't hide the complacency and pride. He nodded slightly, and his tone was full of polite admiration:
"Boss Chang is so elegant. This small courtyard, with its green bricks and black tiles and lush vegetation, exudes sophistication everywhere. It has a bit more charm than the mansions in the city."
Chang Haihe laughed, turned around and walked slowly towards Qi Haoyu. Facing Qi Haoyu's disdainful eyes,
There was honey in her voice, but every word was flattering: "Assistant Qi, that's too polite. Oh, that's not right."
He paused deliberately, his eyes flicking to Qi Haoyu, "From now on, I should call you Mr. Qi.
After all, Antai Technology is now dead in name only. An Jinsong can hardly protect himself, so how can he care about others?
Not to mention my little country house, even the entire resort, if Mr. Qi wants it, isn’t it just a matter of a word? "
Chang Miaomiao, who was standing by, pulled out a pearwood chair next to the tea table. She walked forward and
She reached out and gave Qi Haoyu a light support, her voice as soft as water, saying: "Haoyu, come and sit down. Hehe, my father loves to joke."
After Qi Haoyu sat down, she turned around and walked to the inside of the tea table and sat down. Her slender fingers pressed the water-assisting button on the electric teapot.
A circle of red light immediately lit up at the bottom of the pot, and the water began to gurgle and emit small bubbles.
She took the teaspoon, pinched a pinch of Longjing tea from the teapot, and skillfully put it into the covered bowl.
The movements are smooth and flowing - warming the cup, washing the tea, pouring water, and pouring the tea soup. Each step carries the unique rhythm of tea art.
The slender and flexible fingers flew among the tea sets, as if performing a silent play.
Qi Haoyu picked up the fair cup handed to him by Chang Miaomiao, and his fingertips touched the slightly cool porcelain wall.
His tone finally calmed down a bit, with a hint of self-mockery: "Boss Chang, please stop making fun of me.
Now I am no longer Mr. Qi, it is not an exaggeration to say that I am a lost dog."
He took a sip of tea. It was slightly bitter, but the sweetness returned slowly, just like his current situation.
"Antai Technology has been emptied of its assets and is heavily in debt. The judicial authorities have received a report and are investigating. An Jinsong is now in custody.
Several companies that had previously cooperated with Antai, seeing the situation was not good, cut their losses in time and sued Antai for breach of contract.
The liquidated damages alone are enough to make An Jinsong very miserable. It's doubtful whether he can even survive."
At this point, he changed the subject and his eyes became sharp: "I am now living under someone else's roof and I can't leave for a while.
Fortunately, the huge amount of money I transferred abroad earlier is my last bargaining chip."
He raised his eyes to look at Chang Haihe, his tone was somewhat tentative and somewhat coercive.
"If President Chang wants to push me, I'm afraid my life will end here.
But if President Chang still wants the resort to prosper again, he might as well join hands with me - and send me out of the country as soon as possible before Teng Zijing reacts.
Once we're abroad, I'll transfer every penny of that money to Mr. Chang's account as a thank you."
Chang Haihe didn't respond, but raised his hand to signal Chang Miaomiao, and poured himself a cup of tea in the fairness cup, watching the tea leaves expand in the water.
Suddenly, he smiled meaningfully and said, "What do you think of the tea made by our Miaomiao, Mr. Qi?"
Qi Haoyu was startled, looking at the tea leaves floating in the cup, not understanding the meaning of his words.
But the light in Chang Haihe's eyes was like the eyes of the unicorn on the antique shelf, so bright that it was frightening.
The small courtyard deep in the resort is hidden in the dense shadows of trees, and the blue brick walls isolate it from the noise of the outside world.
Only the rustling of wind through leaves reveals the quietness and isolation from the world.
But the world outside the courtyard wall is being stirred by an invisible tension, with undercurrents surging.
The people sent by Teng Zijing had already cast their net.
Several men in plain clothes were squatting near the spot where the target had been lost. Under their feet was a muddy road with shallow tracks left by wheels.
Holding the intercom in hand, they whispered, "We've dispatched personnel to the three forks in the road. There are too many blind spots in the surveillance, so we need to expand the search area."
There was an undisguised urgency in his tone as his eyes swept across the intersecting paths before him, each of which might lead to an unknown direction.
In a temporary base not far away, traffic police were reviewing surveillance video frame by frame on a computer screen.
The mouse arrow moved slowly across the screen and stopped at the intersection where a silver-gray car disappeared.
"This car was last seen here and then disappeared." The traffic police pointed at the blurry car shadow on the screen.
"There are many forks in the rural road. It is not ruled out that it leads to any village or hidden place."
At the same time, in the departure hall of Kuncheng Airport, another group of people were guarding the check-in counter, quickly scanning each boarding pass registration form.
My fingertips tapped on the keyboard, calling up all flight information for the past three days, both domestic and international.
Name, passport number, departure time... every item was checked meticulously, for fear of missing any suspicious clues.
Deng Zhouyi personally brought his men to guard the cruise company's dispatch center.
The huge electronic screen scrolled the information of ships leaving the port in recent days. He pointed to one of the cruise ships that was about to leave the port.
He asked the dispatcher in a deep voice, "Recheck the passenger information of all the temporarily booked seats."
The dispatcher quickly responded and handed over the printed list. Deng Zhouyi took it, ran his fingertips over the names, his eyes sharp -
They are strictly guarding every conceivable escape route, whether by land, air or water. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, they will never let it go.
There was a silent anxiety in the air.
No one can be sure where the target is hiding, let alone where the other party will escape to next.
We can only rely on experience and intuition to set up defenses at every possible exit.
The busyness outside the courtyard wall and the quietness inside the courtyard wall form a strange contrast. It is a search without a clear goal.
Everything is unfolding in full swing on this seemingly peaceful land, and every minute and every second seems to be a race against time.