Chapter 1383

"I talk to Zhang You and the others every day," Tang Lin said excitedly, "The Central Special Case Group moved into the province a few days ago and took Fan Liangjun away that same day.

It's just that there has been no movement for these few days; it looks very calm. But I feel that the calmer it is, the more destructive it will be when the storm comes."

"Whether the storm is big or not, I don't care," Zhou Andong said with a smile, "What I care about is that when spring comes, all things recover, and the grass grows and the warblers fly, that should also be our harvest season."

Tang Lin also laughed, "It's the harvest season, and also the bumper harvest season."

"I am not a greedy person," Zhou Andong leaned against the back of the chair, looking quite comfortable, "As long as I get what I should get."

"By the way!" Tang Lin asked, "When are you returning to Beijing?"

Zhou Andong asked, "Is something the matter?"

"Nothing major," Tang Lin said, "The eldest of the Fan family has applied for sick leave, and the organization has agreed, but the procedure will take a few days. If you can come back, we can go and see him off."

Zhou Andong laughed, "Isn't it a bit bad to kick someone when they're down?"

"What's bad about it?" Tang Lin snorted, "He has resigned; we don't need to worry about a fart. I don't want to miss the opportunity to step on him a few times.

Besides, he knows very well that the collapse of the Fan family has a deep relationship with us. Whether we step on him a few times or not, he will hate us to the bone, so why should we leave him any face?"

"I won't join in the fun."

Zhou Andong refused without even thinking, although the old Fan man had fled Beijing in defeat.

But those students and old subordinates always have a few who will miss the old feelings.

With his small arms and legs, if he were targeted by these people, he wouldn't be able to hold up.

"You really aren't coming back?" Tang Lin was a bit unwilling to give up.

Zhou Andong said helplessly, "The New Year is almost here; I'm busy as hell. Even if I return to Beijing, it will be at the end of the year."

"Alright!" Tang Lin said regretfully, "It's not that I must go; although the Fan family has fled Beijing in defeat, some people will still have a fluke mentality, thinking that Fan Zhenyu will make a comeback, so he will definitely appear when the eldest of the Fan family leaves, so I have to go and see who these people are."

Zhou Andong didn't expect that Tang Lin's purpose for seeing the eldest of the Fan family would be this, "Go ahead, write down the names of these people in a small notebook; they might be useful in the future."

"That's what I thought too," Tang Lin said with a smile, "This is called being prepared."

Zhou Andong said, "Then that's it; after I return to Beijing, I'll call you, and then we'll get together again."

"Fine, you go be busy." Tang Lin hung up the phone.

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Beijing!

In just these two or three days, Fan Mingqing had become much thinner and looked haggard.

Just a few days ago, he was full of ambition, because he was only half a step away from entering the Bureau, and it wasn't impossible for him to ascend to the throne in the future.

But who could have thought that in just one night, the powerful Fan family would collapse; even now, he didn't believe it was true.

He didn't like smoking, but at this moment, the floor was full of cigarette butts, and the study was filled with smoke.

"Sigh!"

Fan Mingqing sighed long, his hands supporting the desk, as if it took a lot of effort to stand up, and then he came to the window and opened it.

The cold air rushed towards him, making his muddled brain suddenly much clearer.

But the clearer his brain was, the more tormented his heart became.

"Pop pop pop..."

The study door was knocked, and Fan Mingqing's heart trembled violently; he knew his younger brother had returned.

And this meeting was the last meeting of their lives; the kinship and blood relationship of this lifetime would end here.

"Come in." Fan Mingqing used all his strength to say the words.

The study door was slowly pushed open, and a person walked in, looking extremely similar to Fan Mingqing, and also looking much younger.

But this person had a sinister look in his eyes, and a cold aura permeated his body; as long as you came into contact with him, you would feel uncomfortable all over.

He was Fan Mingyuan, the second of the Fan family, who had always lived in a place without sunlight.

"Big brother!"

As soon as this guy came in, he greeted Fan Mingqing calmly and then sat on the sofa.

Fan Mingqing looked at his younger brother; scene after scene from childhood flashed through his mind like yellowed old photos.

He wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked by a breath, and he couldn't say anything.

"I know what you want to say," Fan Mingyuan smiled slightly, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, and lit it, "You don't need to feel guilty; if I didn't want to come back, no one could force me, not even the old man."

Fan Mingqing opened his mouth, and it took a while to squeeze out a voice, "I'm sorry for you."

Fan Mingyuan waved his hand, "Didn't I say it? You don't need to feel guilty; the path was chosen by myself, and it has nothing to do with you."

Fan Mingqing sat down, also picked up a cigarette and lit it, and then smoked it puff after puff.

The two brothers stopped talking. After a while, Fan Mingyuan finished smoking a cigarette and pressed the butt into the ashtray.

"I came this time just to see you," Fan Mingyuan stood up and patted his big brother's shoulder heavily, "Take care, and take good care of the old man."

Fan Mingyuan's voice suddenly became hoarse, "Stay here for the night."

"No!" Fan Mingyuan reached out to open the door, "I still have a very important thing to do."

Fan Mingqing was stunned, "You... what else are you going to do?"

"That old thing Tong Zheng, after using us, now wants to stay out of it; how can that be?"

A flash of murderous intent appeared in Fan Mingyuan's eyes, "Even if I can't bring down the Tong family, I will make that old thing Tong Zheng spit blood."

When Fan Mingqing reacted and chased him out, Fan Mingyuan had already put on his cotton-padded coat, put on his cotton hat, and wrapped himself tightly with a scarf.

"Second brother!"

Fan Mingyuan opened the door and waved his hand without looking back, "Big brother, see you in the next life."

"Bang!"

Fan Mingyuan closed the door heavily, and a tear slid down the corner of Fan Mingqing's eye.

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Located at the foot of Fragrant Hill, there sat a two-story building with an antique style; in the small courtyard, there was a hundred-year-old ginkgo tree.

Under the tree, there was also a doghouse, and a Tibetan Mastiff with shiny black fur was sleeping there.

Suddenly, the Tibetan Mastiff raised its head sharply and looked vigilantly at the slowly opening gate.

The Tibetan Mastiff didn't bark, but suddenly sprang up and pounced on a person who had entered.

With a clatter, the iron chain tied to the Tibetan Mastiff's neck pulled straight.

No matter how hard it struggled, that big mouth emitting a fishy stench remained a few centimeters away from the person who had entered.

"Tong Mingsheng, is this your way of treating guests?"

The person who entered was Fan Mingyuan, who remained indifferent to the Tibetan Mastiff that kept pouncing and rushing at him.

And the Tong Mingsheng in his mouth was the third of the Tong family, Tong Huaiyu's third uncle.