Chapter 597 Return to Beijing

Fang Junhong's pupils shrank violently, "One hundred million US dollars?"

"Is this a reward issued by the Chen family?" he asked involuntarily.

Huo Xiuwen smiled, shook his head and said, "I don't know about that.

If Mr. Fang is interested, you can inquire about it yourself.

I heard that many killer organizations have begun to cooperate. As long as Qin Lang is caught alive, they can share the money!

I just don’t know where Qin Lang is now..."

He opened the door and left.

Fang Junhong sat in his seat, still not recovering from the shock.

"One hundred million dollars, just to catch Qin Lang?"

"Chen family or Chen Ping'an?"

"There are many people who can spend so much money, but the only ones willing to spend it on Qin Lang are the Chen family or Chen Ping'an."

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang, you actually want to kill me?"

Fang Junhong's expression turned ferocious again.

The piece of paper is still on the table.

He reached for it and looked at it again.

really.

Tasks are ordered.

Moreover, if the Chen family had not died, the mission against him would not have been carried out.

Qin Lang now has 100 million US dollars on his head, and he now knows what is going on in Paris.

No one in the Chen family died, so he was safe.

"So, if Qin Lang is caught by me, wouldn't this 100 million US dollars be mine?"

"Old guy, he's avoiding me even now."

“I don’t know where that wealth was back then!”

"Qin Bailian, Qin Bailian, I have taken care of you for so many years, and you haven't even been able to ask Qin Lang out of his mouth!"

"And brother-in-law, if only you would have told me back then?"

"You and I are relatives! Why do we need to get to that point?"

That snowy winter night suddenly appeared before his eyes again.

At that time, Fang Group had not yet gone public, and it was really difficult to operate.

The Fang and Zhao families in the capital were unwilling to do anything except invest money. He really worked hard for the company.

On the one hand, it is to stand out for herself, and on the other hand, it is also to let Qin Bailian see how hard she works.

But just like that, she went to the capital to visit the prison, and when she came back, she was still empty-handed.

He finally found his uncle, but he still refused to help him.

Although some support is given, what is the use of a measly $2 million?

Qin Peihua, you really don’t blame me!

All that is your fault!

He seemed to see Qin Peihua's expression of disbelief again.

But I really missed it at that time.

Oh shit.

There is no good person in the Qin family!

A hero like Qin Lang didn't look down on him at all when he and Qin Bailian met and got along.

For Qin Lang, it can be said that he saw through him at a glance.

Of course, there is emotion, but that love is definitely not pure.

More than twenty and thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now I am over fifty.

His thoughts were wandering wildly, recalling everything that had happened in the past few years.

Suddenly, he slapped his hand on the table.

"It's all that traitor!"

"If it weren't for him, if Qin Lang saw his only child Qin Bailian when he came out, would the wealth still be in my hands?"

"And Hong Jun, he's so well-behaved, it's impossible for Qin Lang not to like him!"

"All of this was ruined by that treacherous son Chen Ping'an!"

…

Beijing.

Old yard.

Two brothers, Chen Shaojie and Chen Shaohua, stood at the gate of the yard with their sons.

The courtyard door has been opened, but they all stood outside the door and did not go in.

Except for a young man guarding the door, Butler Zhao of Zhao Jiaxing was standing inside the door, looking at the four urns held by the four of them with gloomy eyes.

He didn't speak, but Chen Shaojie just stood there.

Others followed and stood there.

After a long time, Butler Zhao sighed and said, "Come in. The master is listening to the play. Follow me to the backyard."

Chen Shaojie and Chen Shaohua nodded without saying a word. He stepped across the threshold and walked in.

Chen Xiaolong and Chen Pingan followed them without saying a word.

The courtyard was quiet. Except for a few old people cleaning the house, there was only the sound of Peking Opera coming from the east wing.

Butler Zhao walked across the courtyard without saying a word, walked from one archway into another courtyard, and then walked through that courtyard to a small courtyard at the back.

The four of them followed him to the yard with the urn in their arms. Butler Zhao took out the key and opened the door.

The memorial tablets of four people have been placed inside.

There are incense, candles, and fruits.

It turned out that after learning about their deaths, Butler Zhao set up a mourning hall in this last small courtyard.

"Put it on."

Butler Zhao said in a low voice.

Soon, four urns were placed.

Chen Shaojie took out three incense sticks from the side and lit them with candles. Then Chen Shaohua, Chen Xiaolong and Chen Pingan also lit incense.

Facing the memorial tablet, Chen Shaojie said nothing. He took the lead in placing the incense on his forehead, bowed three times, and then stepped forward and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the memorial tablet in Tangxi City.

If so, four times.

After lighting all the incense, Chen Shaohua turned around and said, "Ping An, come."

Chen Ping'an said nothing, walked forward, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed three times to the four people.

Butler Zhao watched him kowtow and sighed, "Get up, that's enough!"

Without waiting for Chen Shaojie to say anything, Chen Xiaolong stepped forward and knelt down "normally", "Uncle Tang, your spirit in heaven, bless me to avenge you with my own hands!"

After saying that, he kowtowed three times and stood up.

To be honest, Chen Pingan was quite calm.

The sad time has passed.

After all, his mental age is much older than Chen Xiaolong.

"Grandpa Zhao, I'm sorry." Chen Pingan turned around and bowed to Butler Zhao.

"This matter was caused by me.

If my father hadn't touched Qin Bailian and Fang Hongjun two years ago, Uncle Tang and the others would not have died.

If you are unhappy, I am willing to bear all the consequences."

Zhao Jiaxing's eyes condensed, and his aura suddenly released.

It must be said that the air seemed to have added invisible pressure, making Chen Pingan feel a little difficult to breathe, as if someone was pinching his throat.

This feeling disappeared in a flash.

Butler Zhao sighed, "Forget it. It's their fate."

"Uncle Zhao, how should the Tang family compensate? What about the three of them?" Chen Shaojie asked softly.

Butler Zhao said calmly: "Xicheng is the Chen family, there is no such thing as compensation.

Roasted chicken and knife are not needed either, they are orphans.

Aqi, Chen Pingan, you take out 10 million to compensate his family.

If they are willing, settle them in Beijing."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Listen to Grandpa Zhao's arrangement, I will do it when I go back."

Butler Zhao was silent for a while and then asked: "Who is the enemy?"

Just as Chen Shaojie was about to speak, Chen Pingan rushed to say:

"The mercenaries were hired by Qin Bailian's father Qin Lang.

The news and evidence of Uncle Tang's going to Country M were provided to Qin Lang by Fang Junhong.

As for whether funds were also provided, there is no evidence yet."