Chen family monster

Updated: 2011-04-28

Chen Ping has been bragging in front of little Chen An about how vicious his eyesight is, and that no monsters and ghosts can hide in front of him, boasting that he has sharp eyes. There are not a few people who play tricks on the little princess of the Chen family, but Mr. Chen's piercing eyes are really vicious. He can always see the purpose of those little animals at a glance. Any tricks will be ineffective in front of the brothers and sisters. In the magnificent but at least a little fun student life, Chen Ping escorted Chen An until he was not bullied in high school. This is undoubtedly a very depressing memory for his classmates at that time.

But even though Chen Ping boasted that his vision was unparalleled in the world, he couldn't see the meaning expressed in Cao Wangchuan's eyes at this time. It was definitely not an expression of wanting to suppress his rival for the sake of jealousy. There were indifference, provocation, dissatisfaction, and Such imperceptible contempt is very complicated. Although Chen Ping doesn't understand what this guy thinks of him, at least he knows that this Cao Wangchuan has no good intentions for him.

Although a woman's sixth sense is strong, Qin Yanran obviously didn't see the undercurrent between the two men. She leaned on the sofa with a cold face to deal with a glass of red wine. Nice thing he sent to jail.

According to Chen Ping's thinking, he had to hang around in front of this pair of dogs and men for a while to find out the details of Cao Wangchuan and was retreating, but the dinner party didn't give him a chance at all. A man in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a secretary walked over gently, with a gentle smile He stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Young Master Chen? This is Secretary Huang. Secretary Yang invites you to come over."

Chen Ping shrugged quietly, stood up and said with a smile: "It's troublesome, lead the way."

Secretary Huang smiled and said that you are welcome, this is what should be done.He is full of manners, as expected of an elite who makes a living in the system. The secretary who can appear here is not low in rank. It is really unreliable not to have the ability to be slick, long-sleeved and good at dancing. Chen Ping followed him talking and laughing all the way. At the door of a box, Secretary Huang knocked on the door, and after hearing the reply from inside, he opened the door carefully and led Chen Ping in.

There was no one idle in the room. Two old men in their fifties were drinking tea. They were very calm, and they had fully managed to show respect to each other. They seemed to have a good conversation. As soon as Chen Ping came in, one of the old men in Tang suit He raised his head suddenly, stared at Chen Ping firmly, his resentment flashed away, and then turned his head to continue drinking tea.Another relatively more ordinary old man saw his performance in his eyes and remained calm. He has been in a high position in Baidao for so long, so he can somewhat know the grievances between the two. It is false, and it is true that the attitude is that the two do not help each other. In his opinion, every death of a person like Chen Ping is one less. As long as it does not disturb social stability, you can do whatever you want. He waved to Chen Ping and smiled: "Chen Ping ? Come on, sit down."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said thank you with a smile, and sat down. Secretary Huang poured him a cup of tea without saying a word, with great eyesight.

"You two are familiar, so I don't need to introduce more?"

The old man who asked Chen Ping to sit down comfortably leaned on the chair, and said very casually.

Chen Ping nodded slightly, smiled at the old man who had been silent and stared at him coldly, and said softly: "Mr. Han, I know you. What's the matter, Mr. Han, you can't afford meat due to financial difficulties recently and want to bite me?"

Han Yelin gritted his teeth, the look of anger flashed in his eyes, and then he became calm again, barely showing a smile, and he said lightly: "Young Master Chen was joking, it was my two sons who didn't live up to expectations, and died at your hands only It deserves it.”

Chen Ping had an innocent look of astonishment, his expression was lifelike, and he looked at Han Yelin with a standard expression of being in the fog and not knowing why he was wronged. He looked at Han Yelin and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, what are you talking about? Who died at my hands?" ?”

Han Yelin, who had been suppressing his anger, couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily, "Do you dare to say that what happened to my two sons was not your fault?"

Secretary Yang, who was in charge of the reconciliation this time, watched from the sidelines and drank tea quietly. He looked at the conversation between the two as if he hadn't heard it. It is impossible for his son to be as calm as if nothing happened. Although Han Yelin's behavior does not match his status, it is also reasonable.

Chen Ping was indifferent, and joked: "Old Han, familiarity is familiarity, but if you insist on saying that, I can still sue you for defamation."

Han Yelin was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only say that Chen Ping's method of getting rid of his two sons was too quick and neat, which caught people off guard. Now even if he wanted to say something, Chen Ping could push it all away. Ping Zao was not the young master who would be domineering at every turn and wished to trample anyone to death. Facing Han Yelin, he had always been calm and guarded by soldiers, and there was a vague and profound artistic conception of letting you have thousands of troops and standing still.

Secretary Yang sighed in his heart, glanced at Han Yelin, was looking at Chen Ping, and subconsciously gave this young man a high look. He didn't know how domineering Chen Fusheng was, but at least he came out of the Chen family Young man, he did not lose face to the Chen family.

"Okay, everyone is quiet, both of you are people of status, what does it look like to be noisy?"

Secretary Yang put down his teacup and said with a smile, without any anger, the cunning and cunning is like Maitreya Buddha, although he is kind, but in Chen Ping's eyes, it looks a bit sinister, no matter how much he is afraid of Han Yelin, he is not afraid of the deepness of Secretary Yang in front of him, No matter how prominent the Han family is in the underworld, they can't compare to a big boss of the provincial party committee. The underworld and the government?There is no comparison at all.

Han Yelin forced himself to calm down and didn't speak again. He really didn't know what to talk about with Chen Ping. It seems that Han Yelin has not yet let go of the weight of grievances.

Chen Ping looked at his watch, it was five minutes to eight o'clock, his smile became more and more mysterious, he closed his eyes, and Mr. Chen leaned on the sofa, silently counting.

Three hundred yuan, Chen Ping opened his eyes, and seemed to glance at Han Yelin unintentionally. At the same time, Han Yelin's cell phone kept urging, and the originally good Peking Opera sounded a bit sad to Chen Ping's ears. He smiled, Quietly waiting for the upcoming show.

Han Yelin frowned and took out the phone to answer. Before the other party said a few words, his expression changed, and he asked calmly, "Why?"

The person on the phone didn't seem to want to say anything, and hurriedly hung up the phone without giving Han Yelin an answer, and then the second phone rang again.

The third.

the fourth.

the fifth.

Han Yelin seemed to be very busy, and the phone kept ringing one after another. The old fox who had been in Yunnan for many years was shocked at the beginning, then sad and angry, and finally turned pale, and the hand holding the phone couldn't help shaking anymore.

Chen Ping lowered his eyelids, fiddling with the teacup in his hand in a daze.

Secretary Yang looked puzzled. From Han Yelin's expression, he also knew that something bad had happened this time, but he didn't intend to say more. He was neutral and neutral. Once he favored anyone, even the slightest bit would destroy the balance. Now that the Yunnan government has made it clear Decided to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, of course Secretary Yang would not help anyone even a little bit more.

"You are cruel enough."

Han Yelin put down the phone, and he seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. He looked at Chen Ping with a hoarse voice and said calmly, and there was already a trace of fear in his tone that no one present would want to admit.

Chen Ping picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said vaguely, "Mr. Han is getting old, so don't occupy your seat when it's time to retire. After all, young people are the mainstream now."

Secretary Yang frowned slightly, and without further words, Han Yelin sneered: "You think I'm only capable?"

"Oh? Could it be that Mr. Han still has a good idea?" Chen Ping said calmly: "Let's play slowly and see who dies first. Don't think that I won't dare to slap you if you are older. Old age is a thief, you Why not die?!"

Arrogant and domineering!

This is no longer domineering that can be described as strong. Secretary Yang's expression changed, cloudy and sunny.

Han Yelin paused as he walked towards the door, remained silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, as if he had suddenly recovered his arrogance as the overlord of Yunnan, and said boldly: "It's a thief who is old and not dead. You young people want to climb up. We These immortals deserve to die too, but if you want to win Yunnan, you have to pay a price!"

"cost?"

Chen Ping muttered to himself with a playful smile.

Empty glove white wolf has always been the Chen family's forte, why should they pay the so-called price when they come to Chen Ping?

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