Chapter 547: Christmas this year, at home and abroad
Looking at Kong Zhandong's closed door, Wei Sheng closed his eyes in despair. She now felt that Kong Zhandong was a walking pig.
idiot.
It seems that my faint guess earlier is not wrong. Di Yavin temporarily betrothed his daughter Ina to Xiao Ampa for stability, but how can a woman compare to Di Yavin’s huge port and after dividing up her power? Various benefits.
This matter is more complicated than originally thought. It is not the Anpa family who is going to deal with Diavin. The other party clearly understands that the Filipino Hongmen has been in the Philippines for many years, and it is not his family that can digest it.
According to Diavin, among the three groups of forces, even if the most powerful Smak came out to face him, it was an extremely difficult tug of war for the other party, so the Anpa family came forward to unite with others. The two groups intend to gnaw this difficult bone together.
Wei Sheng and Kong Zhandong arrived in the Philippines at such a moment.
The so-called family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and it is hard for her to live in China. She can only sympathize with Di Yawen. At this time, the wisest way is undoubtedly to withdraw from this muddy water. It is impossible to come to Huang Gezhang because of this. Blame Kong Zhandong.
After all, the situation on the ground was unexpected earlier.
But this Kong Zhandong was actually so arrogant that he wanted to help Di Yawen solve this problem, or perhaps continuing to use the Philippines to be very important to the Hongmen of Z. But if this matter is not handled well, you have to get involved.
Wei Sheng finally took a sip towards Kong Zhandong's door, then turned and walked back to the next door, calling Cyril again.
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That night, the hotel conference room.
"Assassination?" Di Yawen was full of disapproval expressions on his face full of flesh.
Wei Sheng sat on the solo sofa in the corner, with Erlang's legs tilted, a lollipop in his mouth, and his lips chuckled, without participating.
That Fang Kong Zhandong has already rolled out the map, pointing to the southern part of the Philippines, "Since this incident is the first thing the Ampah family advocates, we will take him."
After that, he took a deep look at Di Yawen, "The enemy is already waiting for an opportunity, so why don't Di Yawen act first to be strong."
Fang Di Yawen rubbed his fat hands violently, and Kong Zhandong is already his own right now. There is no need to pretend to be in front of him. He bluntly said, "You probably don’t understand their temperament. If this thing fails, they must The association will retaliate ten times a hundred times! And the three alliances, it seems that we assassinated Old Ampa is useless."
Kong Zhandong hummed and said, "It is said that it is an alliance, but it is just a short-term combination of interests. The old Ampah is the governor of Majing Province, and his status is extraordinary. If something happens to him..."
Di Yawen's eyes lit up, "Mr. Kong's purpose is to disturb the situation?"
"As long as he is caught off guard, even if the Anpa family is extremely high-quality and quick to rectify, when the group of dragons has no leader, it will inevitably cause other forces to look forward to it. The Manguda family is in blood and blood with the Anpa family. Do you think they will let this go? Opportunity? I think, compared to your Diavin, they are more reluctant to let go of the fat of the Anpa family."
"But..." Di Yawen looked erratic.
Kong Zhandong has straightened up and lit a cigarette, "As long as I prepare properly. I need to prepare a death squad of twenty people for me."
Wei Sheng, who was sitting there in the corner, stood up slowly, walked to the window, and watched the green trees outside the window as the sun was shining. Xindao should have entered the cold winter now in China, and...it was Christmas today.
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Capital.
It was night, dark clouds in the sky covered the moon, snow outside the window, and white snow mixed the sky and the earth into a pure white color. The windows were frozen with icicles and window grilles, as if the new year was approaching.
But today is not New Year, but Christmas.
The interior of Cui’s house is warm, the hot red oil pot bottom has been boiled, hot pot meals are spread on the table, Cui Yongzhen and Li Zhengwen are busy inside and outside the house, the old man Cui Zhensheng looks at the latest project plan of the new company in the house, and pushes it from time to time I pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of my nose and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already half past six.
"Dad! Have dinner!" Cui Yongzhen shouted toward the house.
When she turned around, she heard the knock on the door. She hurried forward to open the door, and saw her son, who was carrying a black mountaineering bag, standing at the door, haggard and very tired.
Cui Yongzhen hurriedly took over his son’s luggage, and the face that was usually graceful showed a rare joy, "Hurry up, come in. Lao Li, your son is back!"
After saying that he took Cui Xian’s luggage into the room, and hurried back to look at his son. He was much thinner than a month ago. "Your teacher is finally conscientious, and my mother is going to have dinner and...who just called when I got home What?"
Cui Xian stood by the door and dialed a number before he took off his shoes. With a cold and mechanical voice telling him that the number was not in the service area, he pursed his lips with conscience.
"Mom, I plan to go back south during the winter vacation." Cui Xian said after changing his shoes.
Just now Cui Yongzhen was still happy and there was a flash of alert on his face, "The whole family has moved to the capital, what are you doing back south?"
"I am not used to the winter in Beijing, it is too dry."
"I'll have a holiday in half a month? No, I just came back. I don't agree!"
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A brightly lit room in the old family compound of the Chaonan State-owned Steel Factory.
"Dad, why are you here?" Wei Jiefang opened the door, only to see that it was his father Wei Guoqing who had little contact with him who knocked outside.
Since the early breakup was completely sad and desperate, Wei Jiefang has also broken contact with his father. Although he lives in the same compound, he seems to be a little stranger to each other.
However, Wei Guoqing always asked his second wife Xu Mei to sit in Yang Lichun's barber shop, so that both parties stayed in a scentless manner.
Wei Guoqing stood at the door, his majestic face was rarely soft, "It doesn't matter, I just came back from the work unit and saw your house's lights were on. I thought of coming up without having a meal together for a long time. Don't you invite me, the old man, in and sit down?"
"Quickly, it's weirdly cold outside." Wei Jiefang hurriedly let his father into the house. It turned out that Xu Mei and Wei Zuyin were behind Wei Guoqing. The three of them entered the door one after another, their faces beaming.
Yang Lichun was busy cooking in the kitchen. Today’s holiday was a lively event. She saw many people wearing red and colorful colors, so she closed early, and brought Ding Huihong and her little boy Xu Yi home for the holidays, just like a fun. I don't think that Mr. Wei has come to the door.
Wei Jiefang hurriedly let everyone enter the living room. As for the daughter, except for the family of his wife's elder brother and sister-in-law, it has not been spread, and he has no plans to spread it.
Thinking of his daughter, Wei Jiefang couldn't help but smile warmly. Earlier, according to his daughter's words, the new house had been bought, but the couple were not willing to live in, so they only waited for her to move together after a holiday.
"Dad, Zu Yin, sit down first."
This year's Christmas, the snowflakes fall, and it is warm.
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