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It was not too late for Meng Youzhao to arrive, and he only took his two sons to sit safely in the meeting room, while Qian Shucheng followed Murong Ling into the meeting room.

This meeting room is much bigger than Pan Shirong's before. When Qian Shucheng looked down from a high place, he didn't realize that there was such a large room here.

In addition to a conference table that can seat more than 20 people and an unknown number of chairs in the conference room, it seems that there are only green dills in the middle of the table.I don't know if it is a long-term habit, but it seems that everyone under Murong Ling likes this extremely simple style.

Meng Youzhao didn't sit in the main seat, and Murong Ling just walked across to Meng Youzhao when he entered the door, without trying to put on the master's posture, he extended his hand to Meng Youzhao politely: "The weather is really bad enough today, and the road is going smoothly? "

Meng Youzhao got up and raised his hand, and said with a smile, "Everything is fine. The weather forecast didn't say it would rain today. Now the weather forecast is like buying a lottery ticket. It all depends on luck."

The two exchanged a few words of greeting and then took their seats.

Meng Junze and Meng Junchen respectively called 'Uncle', and Murong Ling nodded before sitting back.

Meng Yanzhao looked at Qian Shucheng who was seated with him, and smiled kindly: "I knew Xiaocheng would come, so I brought my second child along."

Meng Junchen sat at the bottom and smiled awkwardly at Qian Shucheng.

Why does his father feel that he is here to accompany him, or to accompany his brother!

Qian Shucheng smiled back and didn't say anything else, he wasn't the protagonist today, so just listen more, there's no need to say too much.

Pan Shirong walked last, closed the door and nodded to Meng Yuzhao, then served everyone a cup of hot tea, and sat silently opposite Meng Junchen.

Murong Ling put his palms together on the table, looked at Meng Yuzhao and said, "At first I thought Brother Zhao would bring more people, but I heard from Da Pan that you didn't prepare many people at all."

Meng Youzhao laughed: "A Ling is too polite, and I can't go too far."

There was still a gentle and warm smile on the corner of Murong Ling's mouth, but everyone who was doing it would not think that this was a weak little white rabbit.

Meng Youzhao also put his hands on the table, and continued to look like a confidant brother, not like a chief executive with real power at all: "Actually, I wanted to chat with you a long time ago, but you have been busy since you came back to China. , even me, the big brother, can't get a date."

The corners of Qian Shucheng's mouth twitched secretly. He didn't know if Murong Ling was busy before, but in the recent period of Laika, Murong Ling is really very free. He stays at home every day and doesn't go anywhere. video conference.

Murong Ling didn't refute, but just smiled and said: "Actually, we all know that even if we meet now, it's too early. There are too many eyes on the outside, so I don't care. There is no guarantee that you will be taken advantage of by those who want to contact me."

Meng Youzhao nodded, then turned to Pan Shirong and said, "I would also like to thank this brother for taking care of my people in many ways during this time."

Pan Shirong's face had been ugly since he entered the meeting room door, and he still had a straight face for a while, and just nodded in response.

Murong Ling glanced at Pan Shirong, and something inexplicable flashed in his eyes.He withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to Meng Yanzhao: "Let's talk about business directly, there are no outsiders now."

This remark seemed to be in a hurry, Meng Youzhao didn't know if he had noticed it, and he himself was not a person who liked to twist and turn, so he nodded without wasting too much time when he hit the straight ball directly.

Holding the hot cup on the table, Murong Ling threw a bomb directly: "I can give you the 'tomb'."

Qian Shucheng raised his lowered head suddenly, his eyes widened.Even if he has never been in contact with the 'tomb' in a real sense, he still knows what kind of organization it is and what role it plays.Now that he said so lightly, he gave it. What kind of thing could make Murong Ling give the "tomb" directly to others as a bargaining chip?

Pan Shirong sat beside him still silent, but the hands that were tightly wrung together betrayed his heart, and a stern light flashed from his eyes under the drooping eyelids.

Meng Youzhao was a little surprised. He originally thought that Murong Ling's letting his people in was the biggest concession he could make so far. Why did he just play his cards right at the beginning of the meeting?

He was silent for a moment, the smile faded from his face, and he finally showed the appearance that he should have appeared on the negotiating table and said in a deep voice: "A Ling, I hope you will think carefully, you should only know what you are talking about."

Murong Ling's smile remained undiminished. He was clearly the one who sent the things, but the receiver advised him to think twice: "Are you still satisfied with my terms?"

Meng Youzhao looked at Murong Ling motionlessly, and the stalemate made Qian Shucheng feel as if the two sides would draw their guns in the next moment.

After a while, it was Meng Youzhao who was the first to lean back to get discouraged: "A Ling, do you know what 'Tomb' is to you now?"

It was only then that Qian Shucheng realized that Murong Ling's smile was ironic and self-deprecating.

For the first time, Murong Ling missed Meng Youzhao's gaze, lowered his head and said, "I know, how could I not know, if it wasn't for the 'tomb', I wouldn't be able to come back."

Meng Youzhao: "I know you shouldn't hand over the 'tomb' so early."

In just a short moment, Murong Ling suppressed the previous negative emotions, and put on the same smile for thousands of years: "Let's talk about Liao Canglan first."

Meng Youzhao took a deep look at Murong Ling, and didn't get too entangled here: "You were the one who took care of Liao Canglan's matter back then, and you never left any tail in handling things. What do you think should be done next?"

In fact, none of them thought that now they would sit together and discuss how to use a matter that Murong Ling had dealt with as a breakthrough to bring down Liao Canglan.

Liao Canglan is a veritable second-generation official. His father is in a high position but lives in seclusion. Few people know who his father is.

Maybe it's because of the environment in which he grew up. Since he was a child, his eyes were higher than the top, but he is also a really capable person.The few years in the military academy were just because he was too aggressive when he was young. His father was afraid that he would stumble on this point after he stepped into the society and didn't know what detours and forbearance were. Who would have thought that he would still be a bully after arriving in the military academy? I don't take anything seriously, so there has never been anything that I can't handle until now.

Liao Canglan is now prosperous in the officialdom. To the outside world, he is the chief of a certain section of the Ministry of Public Security, but no one knows where he actually works, but his arrogance remains the same as before.

Murong Ling took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "The matter at that time was dealt with cleanly, but how could that little fish stop after I dealt with it? If he was so good, his family would not force him to enter the military academy remodel."

Meng Youzhao's eyes lit up: "So..."

Murong Ling: "I have the little thing he sold, and it still has DNA. Fortunately, this kid is rich and lustful, and it's hard for him to not be double-regulated after all these years."

Meng Youzhao laughed: "That can only be said that he committed suicide."

Murong Ling: "I still have things here. One of the videos was accidentally captured in a corner. It's not appropriate for me to intervene in the rest, so I have to rely on you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door of the conference room. Yuan Shaojie pushed the door in and looked around at everyone in the room.

Murong Ling narrowed his eyes, such a small action did not fall into anyone's eyes, he said in his usual voice: "The inspection is over? Where is Fan Yi?"

Qian Shucheng always felt that there was something wrong with Yuan Shaojie who came in at this time, and he couldn't tell what was wrong. Just as he was about to lean forward, he felt his clothes being pulled.Qian Shucheng looked over, and Pan Shirong's hands were tightly clenched on the skirt of his clothes, and his eyes were looking at the door, as if the actions under his hands were actually another person.

Yuan Shaojie's eyes fixed on Murong Ling, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Fan Yi is a little tired, come over after a short rest."

After saying this, he closed the door of the conference room and walked towards Murong Ling.

At this moment, no matter how dull Qian Shucheng was, he knew that something was wrong with Yuan Shaojie. He subconsciously imagined that Murong Ling was leaning over but was held tightly by Pan Shirong.

Murong Ling didn't seem to notice anything, and nodded with a normal face: "Then sit down first, I'll go and see him later."

Yuan Shaojie didn't answer any more, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he approached Murong Ling step by step, the closer he walked, the more nervous Qian Shucheng became.

Qian Shucheng was still secretly trying to break Pan Shirong's hand on the skirt of his shirt. He didn't know whether he should move it. What is the meaning of Yuan Shaojie's current attitude, but Pan Shirong's action made him never enter this warehouse. Then the vague uneasiness intensified.

Meng Youzhao leaned back on the chair, lowered his eyes and did not make a sound. At this moment, he was more like an outsider.

"Sir." Yuan Shaojie walked to Murong Ling and stopped, "I really want to ask you."

Murong Ling: "Say."

Yuan Shaojie: "When did you know?"

Murong Ling took a sip of the lukewarm tea from his teacup: "A year ago."

Yuan Shaojie didn't seem to want to hear this answer at all. When Murong Ling spoke, he stabbed Murong Ling's back with a bright dagger, but stopped just before touching the skin.

Qian Shucheng felt that his underwear was soaked in cold sweat, and pinched Pan Shirong's hand fiercely with one hand. If Pan Shirong hadn't pulled it tightly, he might have rushed up the moment Yuan Shaojie took out the dagger.

Murong Ling still sat there firmly without moving, just put the teacup in his hand on the table, and made a 'click' in the silent office at the moment.

He didn't turn around, and didn't even have the slightest ups and downs in his voice: "Actually, you can stab down, after all, you can't be sure how many bombs in this warehouse have been checked out, as far as I am dead, it will only benefit you and not harm you. "

Yuan Shaojie's eyes widened suddenly, and the knife in his hand trembled, rubbing against Murong Ling's clothes.

Murong Ling smiled softly: "Don't tell me you've been with me when you go out in the future, this little thing can make you so excited, is it accurate to shake your hands like this?"

After hearing this, Yuan Shaojie's hand stabilized, and he sent it forward, piercing shallowly with the sharp point of the knife.

Murong Ling didn't move at all, so others didn't know that the tip of the knife had penetrated into the flesh: "If you go down with the knife, we can be regarded as an end. Even if we meet in the future, we don't have to worry about the old relationship. If I die here, you You can also go back and deal with the people behind you, why are you still hesitating?"

Yuan Shaojie didn't take this crappy aggressive method, and snorted: "So why did you come back, wouldn't it be good to die in that explosion or die abroad?"

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of things recently, and I have to move, so the update is not timely, and at worst it will be updated every other day, sorry.

After the full text is updated, I will re-edit it again, and the main plot will remain the same. The main reason is that I post directly every time I finish writing, and I don’t store any articles at all, so I don’t read sentences and typos. If there is any problem, you can comment and tell me directly.

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