Dragon King Hall

Chapter 906 Let's talk heart-to-heart

Leaving the former site of the old welfare home, Henry Zhang glanced back, the irritability in his heart just now appeared extremely abruptly, Henry Zhang did not understand why his emotions suddenly fluctuated so much, at the moment when he vaguely saw the scene of the underground palace , a feeling of disgust and irritability came to my heart, and Henry Zhang felt a little more comfortable until he left the underground palace.

Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The people from the Ninth Division have completely surrounded this area. No matter what strength it is, they will treat such a dark night city with caution.

The Jiu Division rate belongs to the Yanxia official, and it is extremely efficient and convenient to do things.

It can be seen that construction vehicles have already arrived here, and roadblocks have been set up on the road. They just found an excuse for maintenance and blocked all the roads in this area.

Henry Zhang didn’t stay here any longer, facing the cold wind that belonged to January, Henry Zhang walked towards Lin’s Building.

Based on Henry Zhang’s understanding of Sylvia Lin, Sylvia Lin will definitely not be able to go home and sleep with peace of mind after such a big incident happened today. The company has many things to wait for Sylvia Lin to arrange.

As Henry Zhang expected, when Henry Zhang came to the CBD business district, he saw at a glance that the lights on the top floor of Lin's Building were still on.

Henry Zhang stepped forward, and when he entered the gate of Lin's, a security guard of Lin's came up and said in a low voice: "My lord, there is news from An Dongyang."

"Oh?" Henry Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly. After leaving the new province, Henry Zhang asked his subordinates to stare at the matter of An Dongyang, "Where did the things go?"

"The Metropolitan Museum." The security guard replied, "An Dongyang donated it secretly. No one knows, and now the things are preserved in the Metropolitan Museum."

Hearing this answer, Henry Zhang was obviously stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

"My lord, do you need to be watched again?" the security guard asked.

Henry Zhang was silent for a full minute, and then waved, "No need, let everyone withdraw."

"Understood." The security guard responded and stepped back.

Henry Zhang turned around and looked outside the gate, the emptiness in the dark night made Henry Zhang’s eyes a little confused.

Donate?

Such news was obviously beyond Henry Zhang’s expectations.

Since Henry Zhang was a child, he has firmly believed that when people come to this world, they live for themselves, and everything they do is to make themselves stronger. As early as a long time ago, Henry Zhang had no concept of a country in his heart. What a hero concept.

In Henry Zhang’s heart, he admired the kind of person who dedicated himself to the country, but Henry Zhang himself could never do this.

But today, a so-called national plot suddenly appeared in Henry Zhang’s heart.

In Henry Zhang's mind, the scene of An Dongyang yelling that Ke Shending belonged to Yanxia that day could not help but emerge.

An Dongyang is definitely a master of money. He went deep into Loulan, desperately looking for the tripod, and spent a lot of money. After he came out, he risked himself to grab the tripod. In the end, everything was just to donate the tripod back to Yanxia?
At this moment, Henry Zhang suddenly felt that he was very narrow-minded. For a long time, Henry Zhang believed that An Dongyang belonged to a certain dark night strength, and he hid it well, but now he realized that An Dongyang did not belong to any strength, and he was doing things for himself.

Shaking his head, Henry Zhang took a deep breath, turned around and continued upstairs.

Coming to the top floor of Lin’s, when Henry Zhang pushed Sylvia Lin’s office away, he saw Sylvia Lin, his secretary Li Na, and many senior executives of Lin’s at a glance, all looking at a table of documents. Busy, there are still a few copywriters, sitting on the sidelines, thinking hard, scratching their heads, even Henry Zhang came in, no one took a look, including Sylvia Lin, who buried his head in front of the desk without raising his head, "Secretary Li, reporter tomorrow When has the time for the reception been confirmed? Have you cleared up the copywriting for tomorrow's interview? How many companies have been contacted by the media? How are the arrangements for the reception for foreign media?"

Sylvia Lin was busy with the matter at hand while asking questions.

"Boss Lin, everything has been arranged, but there are a few media outlets that you need to pay attention to tomorrow."

"Give me their information."

Henry Zhang watched the busy scene in the office, without making a sound, retreated silently, closed the office door, and left Lin's Building.

Yinzhou in the early morning looks particularly bleak, with howling cold winds. No one likes to go out in the middle of the night in this kind of weather. Even those drunks in the middle of the night will be sober enough to find a warm place before continuing to get drunk.

Henry Zhang chose a direction at random and walked forward.

"It seems that you are a little preoccupied today." A hoarse voice sounded behind Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang grinned, "I found that you really have nothing to do all day."

“Is this kind of leisure?” Mai’s figure appeared in front of Henry Zhang, and at the same time his voice came from Henry Zhang’s body, holding two small porcelain altars in Mai’s hands.

"Of course I'm free." Henry Zhang glanced at his mouth, "But at your age, it's time for you to walk around the bird and go to the park."

"Forget it, I'm not old yet." Mai let out a hoarse laugh, his voice, in this dark and cold night sky, seemed particularly penetrating, "Why, I heard that your employer finally donated the tripod, you Have some feelings in your heart?"

"Your news is quite well-informed." Henry Zhang glanced at Mai, and then looked away.

"You also know that the Shenyin Society, you have to keep an eye on each side." Mai said, "How is it, what did you gain from going to Loulan this time?"

Hearing Mai mention this, Henry Zhang's pupils froze, looked at Mai again, and said seriously: "What do you know about Loulan this time?"

Before going to Loulan, Mai said some strange things to Henry Zhang, as if he knew something a long time ago.

"It's nothing." Mai shook his head, "It's just that I know, no, it should be said that my lord knows that there are some things in Loulan, and I want you to pick them up. I'm just passing on a message. As for what it is, my lord has no idea." Said, I don’t know, but I’m sure, it’s definitely not that tripod.”

“Do you want to know?” Henry Zhang stared at Mai and asked.

"I don't want to." Mai shook her head, "I'm not here today for the things you took in Loulan, but to chat with you, um... how should I put it, let's have a heart-to-heart talk."

"Talking?" Henry Zhang's face showed a trace of astonishment. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Mai was not a person who talked about his heart. Looking at Mai's serious face, Henry Zhang said, "Okay, tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Talk to you about An Dongyang." Mai waved his hand, "Let's go, I went back to my hometown two days ago and dug out two bottles of wine buried that year. Fa, it’s all lost outside.”

Mai raised the two porcelain altars in her hands, with a rare look of complacency on her face.

(End of this chapter)