godfather of business warfare

Chapter 240 Four Telephone Inquiry (1)

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Chen Ming stared at Yan Caiwu and Lao Bu Along with great interest. The scene was as exciting as watching a martial arts movie. It was as if there were two electric fans on the shoulders, spinning, and Yan Caiwu was in a mess.

Never seen such a fight.

Yan Caiwu couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, how could you play like this?Obviously just playing helpless.

It seems that it will take some time before the results come out. Mr. Chen couldn't wait any longer, so he stretched out his hand in front of Xianling's eyes and turned Xianling's attention to himself. Mr. Chen said with a smile: "Xianling Boss Lingda, please help me take a look here. After all, this is your place, and this old Bu Aaron is also yours. You know how to deal with it yourself. Since you lost my bet, you must accept the bet. Say yes. I'll leave for a while and make a phone call."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Chen really stood up. After setting up the stools, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he ran downstairs thumpingly and walked to the crowded street.

Chen Ming rarely dialed this number.

Even though it has been quietly stored in Chen Ming's phone for many years.

If you really looked up Mr. Chen's dialing records, then the last time you dialed this number was probably more than half a year ago. At this time, Mr. Chen dialed this number, and he had a deep meaning in his heart.

The phone was connected quickly, and a deep and magnetic voice rang lazily through the phone.

"Hey."

Chen Ming closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down the restless emotion in his chest, and shouted in a low voice,

"dad."

There seemed to be some surprise on the other end of the phone, but the voice was still calm and vicissitudes. After a slight smile, he said, "What? Brat? Feel like I can't handle it anymore?"

"No." Chen Ming's eyes showed a little stubbornness, even with some anger, he paused, and continued: "It's like telling Dad that you are safe. I'm afraid you will see it in the newspaper. I really believed the news that I was dead."

Chen Ming remained calm, with a vast white mist in his eyes, a quiet, calm, almost blank emotion, which made his eyes at this moment form a sharp contrast with the hurried passers-by around him.

Mr. Chen doesn't have to worry about being exposed at this moment. The human skin mask on his head is an improved version of Xianling, which enhances the breathability and simulation. Now it is even more fake. The dead man named Huang Shiyuan Now it is another identity of Mr. Chen in Anhui.

"Don't be stubborn with me, bastard. Jiang Chengyou has already told me all the news. If I really knew that you died in Anhui, I would have brought you back with you, Uncle Zhu Jian. If I don't kill that old bastard Ji Chenghua, I won't be surnamed." Chen." Chen Changsheng's words were full of ruthlessness, but his tone was always indifferent and steady, and his emotions were so calm that it was outrageous.

"Dad," Chen Ming's hair drooped slightly, covering his eyebrows and eyes, but from the gaps in his hair, there was a faint light in his eyes. After this "Dad", Mr. Chen didn't talk again

Speechless.

The voice on the phone instantly calmed down.

Neither of them said much anymore, because the father and son already had an innate tacit understanding. They didn't need too much language. A modal particle and a period of silence were enough to convey what the two of them needed to convey.

"It's also because of mother, right?" Chen Ming closed his eyes, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, he knew that the man on the other end of the phone, the man whose eyes were used to seeing ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, still didn't have the guts to open them. The room where the woman lived.

The woman who gave Chen Ming life.

Chen Changsheng has always been reluctant to mention more.

Chen Changsheng on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned, suddenly as if he had aged decades, his eyes were so vicissitudes that it made people feel desperate, after he gave a deep "um", he fell into a mountain-like silence again.

Like a feeling of love, sinking into the boundless vast sea.

Chen Changsheng shook his head, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said: "This may be the theorem of our old Chen family, the law of reincarnation, retribution is not good. My father's brother, that is, my uncle, he is almost the same age as me Inside, I lost the most important woman in my life. From then on, my uncle often said a sentence, and now I seem to have forgotten the general idea, but there are a few sentences in the Book of Songs..."

"Jianjia is pale and white dew is frost..."

Chen Ming didn't know why Chen Changsheng mentioned his uncle to himself, but from his words that made people feel a little bit tranced, Chen Ming also heard some emotions as vast as a mountain and as deep as an ocean.

Exactly what kind of twists and turns, traumatic and unresolved beauty and fateful past did that woman who once promised to accompany her man to see the picturesque world have?Up to now, that man still sighs, and he dare not even recall the past easily, for fear that he will sink into that tragic and desperate memory again.

Chen Ming only vaguely remembered that his father, Chen Changsheng, kept chanting in his mouth when he was a child:

Castle Peak is a white snow head.

Green plums wither, bamboo horses grow old,

Since then, the people I have fallen in love with are all like you.