Chen Yufan didn't have much interest in the enlarged meeting of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Committee, so he just photographed people and sent his files and precious information to the Provincial Committee. This made Zhong, who still wanted to find some excuse to take advantage of Chen Yufan,

Zhen felt a hint of disappointment and inexplicable anger, but Chen Suifeng praised his son from the bottom of his heart.

Politics is not a level that ordinary people can get involved in. If you avoid it, you can avoid it. Although you don't have a great career, you can avoid it and avoid a lot of trouble. However, this is not the situation that Chen Zhenghe wants. After all, the Chen family is now in a

In a state of stasis, no one in the third generation of the Chen family seemed willing to deal with politics. The same was true for Chen Yufan.

In Jinling, an elegant and noble coffee shop, Chen Yufan was just thinking about the existence of nothingness in this city at the moment, watching the endless flow of people and every bit in this city from a third party's perspective. No evaluation, no comment

To think, just watch like this, watch quietly.

A cup of fragrant cappuccino and a few pieces of exquisite pastries made Chen Yufan's life seem to have found the atmosphere of the Tianshi Castle in Europe.

The geographical location of this coffee shop is excellent. It is in the central section of Jinling, and there is a constant flow of people. Also opposite this coffee shop is a news building, which is also the place where the media gathers in Jinling City. Sit at the window and quietly

I stared at this tall building with more than 20 floors, with people coming and going, it was a unique experience.

At this moment, a black van sped past in front of Chen Yufan, with a rapid braking sound. It seemed that he could smell the rubber from the wheels rubbing against the ground. A cold smile flashed across the corner of Chen Yufan's mouth.

, there is some indescribable prodigal atmosphere in the playfulness.

A group of people quickly got off the van. They were all wearing black sleeveless T-shirts and sunglasses. They looked fierce. The leader was a bald man with a ferocious scar at the corner of his mouth. On the road

, all pedestrians consciously gave way to them, for fear that bad luck would befall them.

The leading man waved his hand, and all seven or eight people behind him followed him, heading towards the news building. His eyes were ferocious, but there was a hint of mercy. The muscles he had made acquaintance with were exposed to the sun, and it seemed that some people could be seen behind them.

Scary scar. One look and you can tell that these people are leading a bloodthirsty life.

Holding a cigar in his mouth, the bald man quickly led his brother to the door of the building. He wanted to go in, but was stopped by the security guard. The security guard said fiercely with an electric baton: "What do you do?"

The bald man picked up the security guard and put a watermelon knife directly on the security guard's neck. He said viciously: "We are here to collect debts. Get out of my way, or I will kill you!"

The security guard had never seen such a scene before. He was so frightened that he even dropped his rubber stick to the ground. He kept trembling and said: "You guys, don't mess around, don't mess around!"

The bald man pushed the security guard away and said: "Boy, if you know someone, tell me which floor the Jinling Daily office is on?" The security guard said obediently: "Tenth, seventeenth floor!"

The big man smiled slightly, straightened his clothes, and then walked in. Inside this news building, there were almost all reporters and some white-collar workers. It was not the rush hour of commuting at this moment, so there were not many people in the corridor.

.But there were still people who saw the appearance of the big men, trembling with fear, and immediately retreated to the side.

After getting on the elevator, the big men went directly to the seventeenth floor, and the elevator stopped with a ding. Jinling Daily is indeed a large-scale newspaper, and it is also the first newspaper in Jinling. It is so large and unparalleled that it almost covers the entire floor.

Come down. There are security guards standing guard at the door.

Seeing these people of unknown origin, the security guard felt that they were menacing and not kind, so he said forcefully: "Who are you? This is Jinling Daily!"

The bald man sneered and said: "I knew you were from Jinling Daily, so I came to find you." He said with a fierce hand knife, knocking the security guard unconscious. Looking at this posture, he did look like a gangster. Carrying a watermelon

The sword and Gang rolled away, and the bald man led his men straight to the Jinling Newspaper Office.

Seeing this group of people, the people in the newspaper office who were still working hard all of a sudden became frightened, and even the female reporter began to scream continuously. The bald man looked at this chaotic scene, and the watermelon knife suddenly pointed to one side.

The chair was chopped over, and the steel armrest was immediately cut in half.

The scene was also suppressed by the action of the bald man. The bald man said fiercely: "Don't make any noise. Which of you is the talker here? Come forward. I have no other purpose in coming today. I am just asking for debts. You should work."

Work, do what you have to do, do you hear me!"

While there was a commotion outside, a middle-aged man in a straight suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked out of the office inside. He was not tall, but he was not short either, and he seemed to have the air of a cultured person: "My lord,

He is the president of Jinling Daily, I wonder what happened to some of them?"

"Debt!" the bald man said harshly.

The middle-aged man said in confusion: "I have no business dealings with you. Besides, I, Jinling Daily, do not owe any debts!"

The bald man sneered and said, "It's true that you don't owe debts, but someone in your newspaper office does."

"I don't understand what you mean," the middle-aged man said doubtfully. The bald man said calmly, "There must be a reporter named An Wei in your newspaper! He seems to be a very famous one, isn't he?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, does he owe you a debt?"

The bald man shook his head and said, "No, it's his wife and his father-in-law who owe us the debt." As he said that, the bald man took out an IOU from his body. It was written in great detail, but it was just this amount.

The middle-aged man was surprised: "Two million, how can it be so much?"

"I don't need to explain this to you. This guy named An Wei works here one day, and we come here to collect debts every day. You just have to figure it out! There are still three days left. If he can't pay off the debts, there's no need to blame him.

We are not welcome anymore, and you and your newspaper will be closed down by then!" As he said that, the bald man waved his hand and quickly left the Jinling newspaper with his men.
Chapter completed!