Chapter 1349

Fan Zhenyu's hand dialing the phone paused, and then he put down the phone.

"Come in!"

An officer in military uniform walked in, then stood at attention and saluted with a "pop".

"Chief, there was a call from Jingshan. The old man said he hadn't seen you for a long time and asked you to go over and have a cup of tea with him."

Fan Zhenyu's pupils contracted sharply, and those hands that didn't know how many Japanese heads they had cut off, although old but still steady, trembled slightly.

How many life-and-death moments he had experienced in his life, he didn't remember himself.

He had survived so many big storms, but this time he couldn't get through it.

Tong Zheng, who had always been calm, also changed his face at this time, looked at Fan Zhenyu, and walked out.

"Sigh!"

Fan Zhenyu sighed, as if he didn't see Tong Zheng leave, and sat on the chair.

"Has the car arrived?"

The officer looked at the time: "It will arrive in about five minutes."

Fan Zhenyu waved his hand: "Notify me when the car arrives."

The officer saluted again and closed the door gently when he went out.

Fan Zhenyu leaned against the back of the chair and slowly closed his eyes, but looking at the strength of his hands gripping the chair armrests, one knew that his heart at this time was not as calm as it looked on the surface.

He really didn't expect that the person who had not asked about world affairs since the southern tour would suddenly intervene in this matter.

Originally, he lifted the chessboard, and the victory or defeat was three to seven, but with Tong Zheng as an ally, it was five to five.

Such a flat winning rate, when fighting the little Japanese back then, he would definitely not hesitate.

So the moment Tong Zheng entered the room, he grabbed the phone without any hesitation.

But man proposes, God disposes; the old man who was at home enjoying family happiness and spending his later years suddenly invited him to have tea.

He had never been afraid of the enemy's thousands of troops, had never been afraid of the enemy's bayonets, and had never been afraid of the enemy's artillery fire.

But facing that old man, besides respect, he was really afraid.

So he couldn't refuse the old man's invitation, and he didn't dare to refuse.

Because once refused, his Fan family would definitely disappear on the map of the Chinese land.

If he accepted the invitation, his Fan family would disappear from the political arena, but the old man would also leave him a bloodline to continue.

"Report!"

A report came from outside again, Fan Zhenyu got up, and at this time he had calmed down, his waist straight.

After putting on his coat, every step he took was vigorous and powerful.

Coming out of the study, he saw Fan Jie lying on the sofa, looking at the TV listlessly.

Fan Zhenyu stopped and stood there looking at his grandson.

"Grandpa!" Fan Jie sat up straight and looked at the old man suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Fan Zhenyu said in a deep voice: "Jie, you must remember, our Fan family has never had a coward, no matter what happens, you must hold your chest high."

Fan Jie was confused: "Grandpa, you..."

Fan Zhenyu patted Fan Jie's shoulder heavily: "Stay at home honestly, don't go out."

"Got it." Fan Jie muttered: "Haven't I been at home for the past two days?"

Fan Zhenyu looked at Fan Jie for about five or six seconds, a loving smile appearing on his face.

"You, if you were so obedient earlier, how good it would be."

Fan Zhenyu shook his head and walked outside.

A Red Flag car was parked outside the gate, a senior colonel stood straight by the car, saluted Fan Zhenyu with a "pop" when he saw him, and then opened the car door.

Fan Zhenyu raised his hand to return the salute, bent down and got into the car, watched the senior colonel also get into the car, and asked with a smile.

"Is the old chief's health okay?"

"Very good, he can eat a bowl of rice in one meal." Saying that, the senior colonel shook his head helplessly: "It's just that the health doctor asked the chief to quit smoking, but he just refused."

Fan Zhenyu was silent for a while, looked out the car window and said softly: "We old guys have smoked for a lifetime, and we are about to see Marx soon, there is no need to quit."

Their car had just driven out for a few minutes when a Crown and three police cars stopped at the gate.

Three people got off the Crown car, a middle-aged man and two young men.

The middle-aged man was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, his temples were a bit gray, and although he was not tall, his momentum was daunting.

Obviously, a person who can have such momentum must have been in a high position for a long time and held the power of life and death to be cultivated.

Immediately after, six people got off the three police cars behind, one of whom had a deputy police commissioner rank on his shoulder, and was about forty-five or forty-six years old.

The middle-aged man with gray hair took out a small red book from his jacket pocket with a national emblem badge.

The guard at the sentry box first stood at attention and saluted, then took the small red book, opened it, then saluted again, and returned the red book to the middle-aged man.

Immediately after, the deputy police commissioner took out a piece of paper, on which the three big red characters "Arrest Warrant" were very eye-catching.

The guard was very young; when he saw the arrest warrant, his face changed, and he reported to his superior with an intercom.

Soon, a second lieutenant walked out quickly, saw the middle-aged man and the deputy police commissioner, stood at attention, saluted and said.

"Chief, hello!"

The deputy police commissioner held up the arrest warrant: "Take me in."

"Yes!"

The second lieutenant hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. At the moment he turned around, a monstrous wave rose in his heart.

Actually coming here to catch people, he already had a premonition that he might be retired early.

At this time, Fan Jie was lying on the sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth, holding an illustrated comic book in his hand and reading it.

He didn't care when he heard the door sound, but the footsteps stopped beside him, so he tilted his head and glanced.

When he saw it was a policeman, he was stunned for a moment, then took a hard puff of the cigarette, and said with a playful face.

"Uncle Policeman, you aren't here to catch me, are you?"

In his mind, who would dare to run here to catch him, even a deputy police commissioner wouldn't have the guts.

So, he felt it must be to find his grandfather for something.

The deputy commissioner asked coldly: "Your name is Fan Jie?"

Hearing the tone of the deputy commissioner's question, Fan Jie finally felt something was wrong.

But this guy was used to being arrogant, and he was at his own home, so he didn't believe that this guy dared to do anything to him.

"Yes!" Fan Jie yawned and threw the comic book aside: "What's the matter with me, say it."

The deputy commissioner took out the arrest warrant and held it in front of Fan Jie: "You are suspected of illegal business, foreign exchange speculation, money laundering, and intentional injury. This is the arrest warrant."

Fan Jie's brain was blank, his mouth open, the cigarette in his hand was about to burn his hand, but he had no reaction at all.

He never dreamed that they were really here to catch him; didn't this guy know what place this was?

The deputy commissioner didn't talk nonsense either, raised his hand and waved: "Cuff him, take him away!"

Two policemen came in from outside and very neatly handcuffed Fan Jie, who was still in a daze.

In another room, the middle-aged man with gray hair showed his credentials to a woman with outstanding temperament.

"Yang Xiuyu, come with us."

This woman was Fan Liangjun's wife; she looked at the credentials shown by the middle-aged man and nodded very calmly, as if she had expected such a day.

"Let's go!"

Fan Jie and Yang Xiuyu were taken out of this courtyard, which symbolized power, and then pushed into a police car.