Running Man's Entertainment Life

Chapter 351 An Xin's Strength

"Chen Cheng's family deserves a good death!"

An old and regretful voice sounded in An Xin's ear.

The breeze blew from the window, blowing over Zhu Luolan, blowing away the hair on Chang Qingshan's forehead, and it was about to blow up, revealing his muddy eyes, looking at An Xin, showing a sad emotion.

Those were a pair of heavy, extremely sad eyes, just like the weeping eyes of an old man with white hair sending off a black-haired man.

An Xin's complexion remained unchanged, and he looked at him with eyes like icebergs in the coldness. After a long time, he suddenly sighed softly, and said regretfully, "Of course I know that Chen Cheng was brought to this position by you, Uncle Chang. In the group, he made many contributions, and I really admire him. I was planning to learn from Uncle Chen Cheng, but I suddenly received the news of Uncle Chen Cheng's death. Unexpected and unexpected, Uncle Chen Cheng's death may be God's will, and it is God's will to end well! Uncle Chang, my condolences!"

Chang Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at An Xin's face as if his old eyes were dim, but he couldn't see the turmoil on An Xin's face and emotions. , sprinkled on Zhu Luolan's flower buds, making the flower core hidden in the flower buds tremble and the petals slowly closed, covering her shy appearance.

Grief was like a shocking wave in those muddy eyes, and tears flowed down the corners of the eyes, and flowed through the dry folds, leaving a conspicuous trace.

An Xin calmly looked at Changqing Mountain. In his eyes, there was a calm lake hidden in the depths of the iceberg, and a trace of icy banter was imperceptible, but the emotion on the outside was sentimental, just like being often Aoyama's emotions were infected.

An Xin didn't say a word, she seemed to be a guest in the theatre, watching the performance of the actors on the stage.

"But, Chen Cheng's family's shares in the group, son, don't you have anything to say?"

Chang Qingshan stared at Zhu Luolan who regarded him as a treasure in front of him, and slowly sounded with a heavy and hoarse voice.

The ordinary home clothes were raised with the breeze, like a cloak on the battlefield, and the invisible aura raged around the body, and the strong pressure seemed to be brought about by the destruction and suppression of the black clouds pressing down on the city. Fear, that withered body became extraordinarily tall at this moment, as if returning to childhood.

But only at this moment, I can't feel Chang Qingshan's sentimentality and grief for Chen Cheng's family.

Is this moment finally here?

There was long-awaited interest in An Xin's eyes, and he didn't feel the pressure on Chang Qingshan at all. He seemed like a small boat that couldn't be blown or moved, or a giant ship in a stormy sea.

"What does Uncle Chang mean?" An Xin raised an inconspicuous cold smile, looked at Chang Qingshan's back, and said with a touch of respect.

Chang Qingshan paused, raised his free hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, his calm cloudy old eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly, but he looked at An Xin accurately, with a hint of sadness on his face.

"Chen Cheng's family, did you do it?"

Chang Qingshan suddenly got straight to the point.

The words were so sudden that people were caught off guard. At least An Xin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head lightly, and looked at him calmly.

Since she dared to do it, she could naturally bear the consequences.

All the shares of Chen Cheng's family fell into her hands, and her Linghu put pressure on the elders of the Anhua Group, which showed that she was never afraid of being suspected by others.

Just after handing over all the shares to An Xin, Chen Cheng himself and his son died suddenly in an accident. It's hard not to think about it.

An Xin has no fear at all, and suffers from lack of evidence. In addition, she did not do it, and she also has an alibi. No one can do anything to her, including Chang Qingshan, and she has even waited for the news from her father questioning or accountability.

"No."

An Xin said lightly, without further explanation, she thought that what she had said was enough!

Chang Qingshan was silent. At this moment, the pressure suddenly became stronger, oppressing An Xin.

At this time, An Xin suddenly moved for some reason, walked to the other window of the office, and looked at the bustling city outside the window. The traffic flow was as small as an ant, not even the size of An Xin's eyes.

And this is a look down from the upper class, without any mixed emotions.

Speaking of it, this office is really big, just like a small house, retro and elegant, like the Xanadu where the ancients lived for a long time.

"This group is a branch of Huaxia Company that my father cut off before going abroad for development. In this case, its surname is An, and my name is An Xin. Is there something wrong with getting this share? Uncle Chang~?" An Xin's voice There was a touch of self-confidence and cold and strong oppression in it, and it seemed to be said with great interest.

The "Uncle Chang" at the end of the sentence is even more meaningful and thought-provoking.

The word "uncle" seems to narrow the distance between the two people, and there is a sense of intimacy, but the separation of the word "chang" and the word "uncle" is very interesting. Who can tell the true meaning?

Perhaps, only An Xin knows what the meaning is!
Chang Qingshan lowered his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be deeper, and the crevices of the wrinkles were slightly thicker. At this moment, he seemed to be a few years older.

"correct."

The pressure that was so heavy that the aura of black clouds overwhelmed the city dissipated, and words that were slightly hoarse and inexplicable were spoken from Changqing Mountain.

An Xin smiled slightly, sweeping across Chang Qingshan's old face with deep meaning and without hesitation, the iceberg in his eyes seemed to be firmer, but there was a smile on his pretty face, and he said with a little respect: "In that case, Uncle Chang, you are busy first, I will not disturb your elegance, and leave first."

Chang Qingshan sighed lightly, and said: "Okay, the old man will keep you soon, work hard!"

"En!" An Xin nodded seriously, frowned and rubbed her brows, and said, "Uncle Chang, I'm leaving first, there are still many trivial things to do."

Just when An Xin was about to leave again, Chang Qingshan said again: "I hope that the old man who fought with your father can finally die well."

An Xin frowned and turned around, just in time to see a pair of eyes that seemed to be exhausted and exhausted. Those cloudy eyes revealed real emotions at this moment, and there was a trace of uneasiness there.

An Xin didn't answer directly, but looked at Zhu Luolan next to Chang Qingshan, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Suddenly remembered, Uncle Chang, when I was studying abroad, I saw a few exotic plants that were close to extinction. Flowers, those rude people don’t know how to cherish them, so I bought them, but because I didn’t have time to take care of them, I just took this opportunity to see you, so I gave it to you, a person who knows and loves flowers, maybe it can be restored again. Change the prosperity of the peak period."

Chang Qingshan's old eyes lit up slightly, and then with a few white eyebrows trembling slightly, he showed a happy smile and said, "Thank you very much!"

"Uncle Chang, you're welcome." An Xin smiled lightly, her cold eyes drifted across Chang Qingshan's desktop, and said pointedly: "Taking care of flowers is a time-consuming thing. Since you like flowers, you have to discard some unnecessary ones. and, I hope that Uncle Chang can take good care of him."

"Yes!" Chang Qingshan said with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, nodding his head slightly.

An Xin nodded slightly respectfully, and said, "Uncle Chang, I'm leaving now, and I'll be staying soon. If there's anything else, I'll contact you later."

Chang Qingshan nodded with a light smile, showing a kind look like a kind old man.

An Xin pushed the door and left. With a slight voice, An Xin formally left. This time, Chang Qingshan did not speak again, but quietly walked to the window where An Xin was just now, and followed the window she just threw. Looking in the direction of the line of sight, those cloudy old eyes shrank slightly.

On a tall building in the same location not far away, the sun was shining, and a figure like a machine was bathed in the sun, with a long tube-like utensil on its back.

As if aware of a line of sight looking at him, that figure sensitively turned his head to meet Chang Qingshan's cloudy old eyes. A pair of cold eyes seemed to contain a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, a mountain of dead bodies piled up.

This figure is obviously An Xin's subordinate, Gu.

Gu Ping turned his gaze back, skillfully disassembled the long tube object, put it in the long backpack, turned and left, out of Chang Qingshan's sight.

Chang Qingshan turned his gaze and looked at the direction An Xin was looking at before, but there was nothing there, completely deserted.

"organize?"

Chang Qingshan murmured, he smelled a familiar feeling from those positions, it was the feeling many years ago, when An Jianhua had just established a foreign power not long ago.

"Now, are they still there, and have they been?"

Chang Qingshan muttered to himself, suddenly showing a little tiredness, he never expected that An Xin would mobilize such strength when he saw him for the first time after many years.

"Have you been alerted?"

Chang Qingshan continued to talk to himself, laughing at himself, yes, it is normal to be wary when he comes to see himself, the only person who can influence her in the country.

Early on, Chang Qingshan felt An Xin's confidence and inexplicable sense of crisis, which turned out to be from the organization.

"Chen Cheng's accidental death should be their masterpiece!"

Chang Qingshan sighed quietly, and said: "The tiger father has no dogs and sons, and there are successors in the An family!"

Chang Qingshan moved to the side of the table, glanced at the document report handed over by his confidant, then silently put it aside, and finally put it in the trash can, turned around and continued to sprinkle the water, looking at Zhu Luolan by the window.

"Will you only look at flowers in the future?"

Chang Qingshan murmured, the ravines in the folds gradually deepened, he seemed to be smiling, and said: "This life seems to be good."

"This glass really can't stop the bullets of the special sniper rifle!"

Chang Qingshan's withered palm fell on the glass and brushed lightly, leaving a trace of handprint, and suddenly sighed inexplicably.

After speaking, he began to look at Zhu Luolan by the window again, as if caring for it to grow up.

After An Xin left Changqingshan's office, she came to the offices of the senior members of the group again, talked and laughed happily for a while, and finally left under their complicated eyes.

Before, this group of people seemed respectful, but they were actually putting on airs.

Their respect is for An Jianhua, not An Xin. Now, they dare not ignore An Xin, let alone put on airs, because the case of Chen Cheng's family is right in front of them.

It's hard not to be intimidated by long-time colleagues who have been in the same job as they end up in a miserable situation.

When leaving, An Xin took a few selected people and asked them to report to Tianjian Company, and then left by himself.

In the parking lot of the group headquarters, an old man in black and Tang suits was sitting on a rock dozing off with a wooden sword in his hand, half-closed his eyes, facing the entrance of the parking lot.

It wasn't until An Xin's figure slowly appeared that all the old men in Tang suits opened their eyes and quietly looked at An Xin who was approaching, with a peaceful look in their eyes.

"Miss, how are you?" Huodao, Gu and others with earphones and backpacks appeared from different directions, hiding the position of the camera, and asked.

"Everything is going well, let's go!"

An Xin walked into a car calmly, her eyes closed slowly, and a sarcasm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. If she didn't have countless hole cards, how could she have gone to see Chang Qingshan.

If there was a change just now, countless bullets would fly out from every corner, and Chang Qingshan's fragile explosion-proof glass would not be able to support extremely powerful weapons such as special sniper shots.

And seeing Chang Qingshan, An Xin is not without benefits, he and Chang Qingshan made a deal, and now An Xin can develop in the country with confidence.

"Changqing Mountain, if you keep the green mountain, you will not worry about no firewood, so if you are afraid that there will be no firewood, will the green mountain always be there?"

An Xin talked to herself, her flat voice seemed to be narrating, without any intention of mocking this common name.

In fact, no one is qualified to ridicule this name, because he was born in poverty, and step by step, he really got to where he is today by himself. He is a chicken soup for growth and inspiration.

"Miss, where shall we go next?"

Huo Dao sat in the driver's seat and asked intently.

An Xin said lightly, "Tianjian Company."

"it is good!"

Huodao nodded and headed in the direction of Tianjian Company.

Outside the window, the scenery was passing by, An Xin looked out the window and murmured to himself: "This way, will it be lighter?"

Tianjian Company is still busy, with people rushing around with reports and plans.

And the most tiring one is Liu Mengyu. She is An Xin's assistant, which is equivalent to the spokesperson when An Xin is not around. An Xin's style, knowing what to do is to seek a dead end.

"Why isn't there a qualified plan yet?"

Liu Mengyu was already dizzy from anxiety, piles of ideas, ideas and plans collided in her mind, making her seem to split open.

"Don't worry, stay sober and deal with things."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in Liu Mengyu's ear.

Liu Mengyu turned around in a daze, then immediately lowered her body to salute, looking at the tip of her shoe, and said, "Chairman."

An Xin didn't know when he had passed through the crowd, and came to Liu Mengyu's side under a group of respectful eyes.

"En." An Xin nodded, and under the gaze of everyone, she maintained a cold attitude from beginning to end. After nodding to Liu Mengyu, she asked, "Where's Chen Mu?"

Liu Mengyu pursed her lips, feeling that it was difficult to speak, she lowered her head and said obediently in a low voice: "Ms. Chen is writing in the office, writing the planning case."

An Xin was surprised, frowned and said to himself: "He really wrote it!"

"I'll stay here for a while, you go back!"

An Xin turned around and said calmly to Huo Dao and the others who were guarding her silently.

"Yes, Chairman." Huodao and the others followed the employee's address to An Xin, and bowed their hands respectfully to leave.

"Which office is Chen Mu in?"

"there."

Liu Mengyu pointed to the office where Chen Mu was, and said.

"I'll go by myself, no need to follow me!"

An Xin walked into the office where Chen Mu was, opened the door, stopped in her footsteps, frowned and looked at the paper scraps all over the floor, then looked at Chen Mu with a pen and paper in his mouth with black lines, and said lightly: "Chen Mu, are you fussing?"

The breeze suddenly intensified, and a few scraps of paper fluttered with the wind, fluttering and falling on An Xin's pretty face, and immediately, the perfect image was destroyed.

An Xin's complexion also turned darker!
(End of this chapter)