Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Li Shaoqi's death is like a gear, but more like a grain of sand stuck in the gear.

His death caused a great change in the entire Binhai situation.

As long as they are in this circle, it seems that no one is unaffected.

oh!

Except Liu Shengge, a pervert.

At two o'clock in the morning, more than a hundred people were busy outside Swan Lake. The ruins were being cleared and the bodies were taken out. While Cai Qinghu was still dazed, Han Qian bumped him lightly and whispered into his ear. .

"Go! Be more forceful and say that this case involves the death of a member of the Yamenmen. As a prosecutor, Cai Qinghu is qualified to intervene in this case. Go!"

Cai Qinghu trotted over. They might be afraid of facing dead people, Nuan Nuan, but Cai Qinghu had seen a lot of them.

After Cai Qinghu trotted over, Han Qian turned around and took out his cell phone to dial Song Wanli's number.

"Swan Lake, come and have a chat?"

Song Wanli, who had already fallen asleep, sat up and said coldly.

"Han Qian? Do we still need to talk?"

Han Qian smiled.

"Come here, your son hired gangsters to attack me in Swan Lake, resulting in Li Shaoqi's death. Are you sure you don't want to come over to talk about this?"

Song Wanli got out of bed, frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Han Qian, I don't understand what you are saying!"

"hehe!"

Han Qian hung up the phone, climbed over the railing and stood on the ice, looking at the unfrozen lake in the distance. Han Qian was worried about what Feng Lun would become in the future.

Han Qian is not afraid that Feng Lun will kill someone or have convulsions. Han Qian is worried that the whole world will become Feng Lun.

I'm worried that Feng Lun has followers!

Soon, Song Wanli drove up. After getting off the car, everyone looked at Song Wanli who appeared with surprise. Song Wanli strode across the corridor and stood at the railing, looking at Han Qian who was standing on the ice. Han Qian faced Song Wanli. Wave.

"Come down and say, don't let me look up at you."

Song Wanli thought for a few seconds and then climbed over the railing and jumped down. Han Qian pointed to the distance, and the two walked side by side towards the middle of the lake. While walking together, Han Qian handed Song Wanli a recording pen, and Song Wanli opened the recording pen. A familiar voice came from inside.

"I don't care what you think, I can't just suffer this loss, I want to settle the score with Han Qian!"

Song Wanli slowly raised his head and looked at Han Qian, raising his eyebrows.

"That's it?"

Han Qian smiled and raised his right foot and stomped it hard. There was a cracking sound on the ice. Song Wanli didn't dare to move. The sound came from the recording pen again.

"Who am I? Who is my father? My father is Song Wanli! I, Song Lin, had his head opened in Binhai, and was beaten like a dog by Han Qian in front of everyone. You can bear it, but what about Han Qian? Even though he only has one head, I don’t believe that if I chop off his head, it will grow back again.”

Song Wanli was stunned and the recording pen in his hand had been taken away by Han Qian. Han Qian smiled.

"You turned your head and looked?"

Song Wanli turned around. Cheng Jin, Li Jinhai, Cai Qinghu, Sun Zhengmin and other ten Binhai members, large and small, all stood at the fence and looked this way. Song Wanli frowned.

"What are you looking at?"

Han Qian chuckled.

"Uncle Song! You shouldn't have suffered a loss in twenty years, right? You should also have forgotten what it feels like to suffer a loss, right? Then I will talk to you carefully, tell you, this party is a coastal party , has nothing to do with you Changqing, but you are here now, you say! Why do you come here? What does this place have to do with you? "

Looking at Han Qian's smile, Song Wanli seemed to be watching a devil smiling at him. Song Wanli took a step back, and Han Qian stepped forward, squinting and smiling.

"Asking you, Uncle Song, why are you here? Why are you here? This place has nothing to do with you!"

Song Wanli took out his mobile phone and Han Qian smiled.

"Come! Record, call the police? Let me tell you, why are you here, because the gangsters here killed people, who did they kill? Killed Li Shaoqi and Jiang Mushen, one was Fu Dong's nephew, and the other was the D20 special team Captain! And why are you here? Because your son found these people. Why did your son find people to come to Swan Lake? Because everyone thought that Feng Lun would come to kill Li Shaoqi tonight, and everyone knew about my relationship with Cheng Jin. OK, I will protect Cheng Jin, your son has also thought of this!"

Han Qian took a step back, looked at Song Wanli and smiled.

"If you didn't come, maybe no one would think of this, or even think about your son, but you are here!"

Han Qian had a look of regret on his face, as if he was feeling sorry for Song Wanli.

"But you're here! Do they think the same as what I said? After all, there is no reason for you to appear here, Uncle Song!"

Song Wanli took a step back again, gritted his teeth and growled.

"Han Qian! You will be punished for being so insidious!"

Han Qian raised his head and laughed.

"Retribution? What is retribution? Damn it, come to me if you can! Of course, Uncle Song, you haven't thought of a question yet. Li Shaoqi's uncle is Fu Dong. Now Fu Dong needs someone to vent his anger! Otherwise he will There is no way to explain it to your sister! And you, Song Wanli, are of high status and can resist beatings, so you have become Fu Dong’s target! Fu Dong is on his way to Swan Lake!"

Song Wanli gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Do you think such a simple accusation can be believed? So many people died at the meeting, but you, Han Qian, were unscathed!"

Han Qian squinted and smiled as he pulled open his white sportswear, put his hand in, and then pressed his palm on Song Wanli's face. Song Wanli felt a burst of moisture and warmth on his face. Han Qian squinted and smiled.

"The bullet penetrated my side waist and took away a piece of flesh and blood. How could I be unscathed? But I have to wait for you here! Wait for you to come see me! Otherwise, how can my plan succeed? In fact, I am completely You can let Feng Lun take the blame, the meaning of his existence is to take the blame for me, but now I can maximize the benefits, Lin Zongheng has received huge benefits in Four Seasons Villa, how can I return empty-handed!"

Song Wanli raised his hand and touched his face, his hands were bright red.

Han Qian took out a cigarette, lit it, and sneered.

"Believe? Uncle Song, are you talking to me about fairy tales? Only the weak in this world need the truth, the strong only need how to protect their own face! Don't you understand such a simple truth? Fu Dong won't go To see whether something is true or not, all you need is one person to stand up, and he can clean it up and explain it to the outside world, his family, and Li Shaoqi. Do you think it matters whether you believe it or not?"

Song Wanli closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Han Qian, I don't understand! What benefits can you get from doing this?"

Han Qian smiled.

"I am a businessman. In fact, I am the purest businessman in Binhai! I am selling a timely rain. Didn't Uncle Song notice the sincerity of me, Han Qian?"

Song Wanli frowned and gritted his teeth angrily.

"Han Qian, tell me what you have to say!"

"Li Shaoqi came to Binhai to invest, but he died! My Binhai construction stopped! Sun Zhengmin asked me to build an ice and snow world in Shengjing again. I made conservative calculations!"

Han Qian stretched out four fingers and Song Wanli frowned.

"Four hundred million?"

Han Qian slowly raised his head, then turned to look into the distance and smiled.

"Hey, Fu Dong came very quickly!"

Song Wanli closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"How much do you want! How much! Just tell me!"

Han Qian looked at Fu Dong, who was running all the way and then kneeling on the ground holding Li Shaoqi's body. Then he turned his head and stretched out four fingers with his right hand and made a fist with his left hand.

Song Wanli's eyes widened.

Han Qian smiled.

"Four billion! Not even one steel penny is missing!"

Song Wanli took two steps back, then turned around and walked towards the guardrail of Swan Lake. After walking about five or six meters, Han Qian suddenly raised his right foot and stamped it hard. The cracks on the ice were like lightning and headed towards Song Wanli. Wanli's feet stopped.

Han Qian smiled.

"I will let you remember this rift for the rest of your life!"

Walking on thin ice!