The river is about to burn the mountain

After dinner, when Jiang Zhou was dragged by Lin Yue to play games, he was still wondering where to play.

"Boss Zhou, Shao Yue, this way please."

After passing through the winding corridors under the guidance of the servants, Jiang Zhou realized that the small building with a rather Chinese-style architectural style behind Xiyuan Yingchuo Pingzhu actually had a hidden hole in it.

"You don't even know? The equipment here is top-notch, okay! It's just at your house and you haven't been here before? It's a waste of money... Then what do you do at home every day, isn't it boring to death?"

Jiang Zhou didn't stay at this house often. Even before going to England, his father sent him to his grandfather for two-thirds of the year. He knew that his father hated his mother's eyes all day long. on them.

And he is not like his elder sister who has a mother's preference, nor is he like his elder brother who was born with the aura of heir and taught by his father himself.He is the child who has the least sense of existence, and is often forgotten by his grandfather for a whole long summer.

With such a big brain, Lin Yue Songzi obviously didn't realize why he had never seen Jiang Zhou when he came to Jiang's residence several times during the Chinese New Year, "... I think Brother Jiang is sometimes much easier to get along with than my brother, Jiang My brother is typical of soft but not hard... My brother just knows me too well, which leads him to be soft and hard to me... Just like I said that I also want a high-end game room, my brother said Never bothered me once."

Jiang Zhou glanced at the new game console in his hand, but it wasn't much cheaper.

He asked, "My brother? Is he easy to get along with?"

Lin Yue carefully sat down on the sofa. As soon as her butt touched the sofa, she picked up her little face in pain, but he was already tired from standing after eating just now, so lying down is really unsightly.

"...Uh... sometimes not. But I think Brother Jiang's temper has improved a lot in the past two years." Lin Yue threw away the straw in his mouth, and said with lingering fear: "Brother Jiang was still very scary a few years ago, especially When brother Qian did something wrong..., what is your expression? Haven't you ever been beaten by your brother?"

Jiang Zhou said: "...It's true that I haven't endured much." It's just that most of the blood was lost once.

Lin Yue didn't know the reason, but felt a throbbing pain in her little heart. How could the real situation of being a younger brother be so different?Even the cute little orange juice can't soothe his young and fragile heart.

He put the glass cup into Jiang Zhou's hand with a naturally cute face: "Brother, please sympathize with the disabled people who have been tortured. Squeeze a glass of mango juice, no ice or water, choose more ripe A little mango, thank you."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Jiang Zhou got up and went downstairs to fall.

The Jiang residence is very large, but there are not many servants. It is very quiet in the afternoon, and Jiang Zhou looked around and there was no one there.

The level of playing games is not very good, but he is good at directing people. Mangoes still need to be squeezed?To say that Jiang Zhou's knife skills are also very extravagant, he peeled and peeled the four Jinhuangmangs, and removed the pits and flesh.

When Jiang Zhou walked through the living room carrying mango juice, a picture flickered out of the corner of his eyes.

It's a group photo of a family, and the shooting location is in the living room here.

The woman in the photo is dexterous and beautiful, with flour on the tip of her delicate nose.She is holding a beautiful little girl, and her other hand is like offering a treasure, offering the crooked dough in her hand to the person who takes the photo.

On the left side of the cooking table, Jiang Zhan is about thirteen or fourteen years old. He is very reluctant to wear a white children's chef's hat, avoiding the camera, and the little boy standing next to him looks like his younger brother. Eating dumplings, he raised his head and smiled warmly at the camera.

Jiang Zhou's footsteps stopped for a while, and he blinked, feeling uneasy again.Just like those long summers and swings that have been forgotten, there is an insurmountable ten years between him and this family. Therefore, there are only a young master and a young lady in the address from beginning to end of the Jiang house, and the rest are Nothing more than Qian Shao and Zhou Shao, it has been like this from the beginning.

On the other side of the main building, after making tea, Zhou Yu took out a folded note from his coat pocket and handed it to Jiang Zhan. Who knew that Jiang Zhan just opened it and immediately pulled him to the corner.

Before Zhou Yu could react, he spilled the hot tea in his cup.

"What?!" he exclaimed angrily.

The note was nothing but the address of the drug manufacturing den that had troubled Jiang Zhan for a long time.

Jiang Zhan took two tissues for him, "...Shh! Keep your voice down!...How did you find out?"

"Qi Chuan paid attention to that land before... I said, why are you acting like a thief in your own home?"

Jiang Zhan glanced back and saw that Ji Qiuhan was sitting on the sofa holding fruit with a toothpick, his eyes were on the noon news on the TV screen in front of him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He squeezed the note with his slender fingers, and said, "Damn, didn't this matter happen? I have been busy for more than half a month. Those few people must have been pinched. They are all very stubborn. They would rather die than die." Speak..., I am afraid that he will smell something all day long, the garage is almost becoming a dressing room!"

Zhou Yu pushed away the bonsai that stuck behind his back: "...Only the address, and the specific investor behind the scenes is unclear....Jiang Zhan, what are you doing, you let him resign? Is this difficult for you?"

Jiang Zhan nodded, then shook his head: "...It's very difficult, very difficult. Unless he wants to resign, it's basically impossible....As for the investor, it's easy to talk about it with the address."

As he spoke, Jiang Zhan took out his lighter and lit a corner of the note.

There was a sudden sound from behind, and the flame of Jiang Zhan's lighter almost hit his hand. Looking back, it was Yi Qian: "What are you doing sneakily?! There is no sound when you walk!!"

Yi Qian: "???"

"What's the matter?"

Yi Qian glanced at the two men behind the potted plants. He couldn't be bothered, so he swallowed his doubts: "Brother, Brother Ji said he was tired, so he went upstairs to rest first."

Jiang Zhan glanced upstairs, "Call Wei Wei and ask him to come over at night. I see that he's not in good spirits recently."

Yi Qian nodded: "Understood."

Now that I have an address, there is no need to wait any longer to solve this confidant.

The factory is hidden in the north of City A, and is approaching a remote county town.In this abandoned factory building in a desolate land, in the past month, with the return of huge profits, the workers and equipment inside have been working almost 24 hours a day, mixed with sweat and heat, roaring, and the pungent smell of chemicals.

The machine is still hot, and the ground and the conveyor belt are full of blue semi-finished products, and the number is terrible.

At the moment, the whole factory is quiet and only gasps are heard.

Jiang Zhan casually pulled a chair and sat down. At the gate, Yi Qian kicked seven or eight workers who were trying to escape and came in. Two or three of the black holes on their calves or shoulders were bleeding.

Yi Qian leaned over and said, "A total of 26 workers, two logisticians, and one person in charge, everyone is here."

Jiang Zhan nodded. The middle-aged man kneeling at the front was pinned to the ground with his arms twisted behind his back by two people. He was much more appropriately dressed than those shabby workers.

The unknown liquid on his head was flowing down his head, face, neck, and his pupils were constricted, as if a catastrophe had just passed.

"Fortunately, it's just a bottle of distilled water."

Jiang Zhan picked up another jar full of liquid from the ground. He squeezed the mouth of the bottle and shook it, and the liquid in it also shook.

"I'm not interested in knowing what you are being manipulated. I only care about who your master is, who is the person who made this trick, and the shipping list here. You just say you know it."

Seeing the middle-aged man gritted his teeth, Jiang Zhan was impatient and said regretfully, "Okay."

But he didn't seem to want to overwhelm the man, he motioned, and his subordinates immediately dragged a thin young man from the last row of workers to kneel beside the middle-aged man.

Under the unbelievably startled eyes of the middle-aged man, the young man's mask was ripped off.

"Xiaohui! How could you...!"

The sick and skinny young man cried and said: "...Dad! Help me!!! Someone asked me to come here!!...They gave me money so that I can't be discovered by you! I have no money...! I can't quit, Dad ...!"

His hands gagged his mouth.

Jiang Zhan turned his attention back to the middle-aged man, "They may have threatened you with other things, but if you don't say it, you won't be able to keep it. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it, or the bottle will be poured into his mouth."

The eyes of the middle-aged man looking at the bottle of light blue liquid trembled violently, his lips trembled and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Ten seconds passed in a flash. During the violent struggle of the young man, his chin was clamped by his hands, and a whole bottle of strong corrosive liquid was poured from his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The shrill scream pierced through the air, followed by the sizzling sound of the moist and soft tender meat being burned. The workers were so frightened by such cruel methods that they trembled like sifting chaff, and raised their bold eyes. , the ground where the youth was, was continuously dripping disgusting black coffee-colored thick blood.

The middle-aged man was about to collapse. Jiang Zhan sat back on the chair and said to his hand, "Next bottle, continue."