The strongest counterattack

"That's good, maybe I'm paranoid."

In the lobby of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Jiang Xianbang sat alone in the corner and read the newspaper. He didn't expect that he would really have to wipe that kid's butt, let alone that the kid almost killed the good young man cultivated by Mr. Wu.

Han Ping died, committed suicide, and died suddenly.

Now many people are staring at Han Guoping's piece of meat, and this kid must not be allowed to fall into it.

"Why, you've always been elegant, and you think of me?" After Qin Sheng arrived at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, it was easy to find Jiang Xianbang, who made him a dazzling sight wherever he was.

Staring at Qin Sheng who was sitting opposite him, Jiang Xianbang scolded angrily, "The catastrophe is imminent, and you still have the mood to argue with me, you boy, you really don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"Why is this a catastrophe?" Qin Sheng knew what Jiang Xianbang said, and deliberately laughed.

"Hurry up and clear up the relationship with the Han family. This is Shanghai, not Zhongnanshan. You are so capable. You have seriously injured Mr. Wu's confidant. If I hadn't come forward to protect you, you might have entered the Huangpu River to feed the fish." Jiang Xianbang A little angry, he scolded loudly.

Jiang Xianbang has always been a Maitreya Buddha with a smiling face. It is rare to see him angry. This time he is really angry.

After Qin Sheng heard this, he put away his playful smile...

"Uncle Jiang, Han Guoping is dead, do these people still insist?" Qin Sheng stopped calling Old You Tiao, but called Uncle Jiang respectfully.

Jiang Xianbang sighed and said, "Qin Sheng, there is never a shortage of intrigues and intrigues in places of interest, not to mention Shanghai, which is the pride of the country, and the Yangtze River Delta where the forces are more intricate, everyone may be involved behind it. Han Guoping is also a figure in Shanghai Bund. Have you ever thought about why he chose to commit suicide in the end? No matter how powerful Mr. Wu is, he has not yet reached this point. He chose to commit suicide because he was involved in more complicated matters. That’s why they were given a chance.”

"But Han Guoping's daughter has nothing to do with this matter." Qin Sheng gritted his teeth and said, Han Bing has never touched Han Guoping's affairs. Is it because she is Han Guoping's daughter that she has to be killed?

Jiang Xianbang didn't know what kind of relationship Qin Sheng had with Han Guoping, so he insisted on meddling in this matter, so he snorted coldly and said, "You oversimplified many things, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered, and the walls fell and everyone pushed them away. After Han Guoping died, who would Will he still consider his daughter? His subordinates are either thinking about saving their lives, or thinking about making money for themselves. As for the outside group, they are staring at his promising big property."

Qin Sheng narrowed his eyes, Jiang Xianbang was telling the truth.

"You know everyone, what is the most desired ending?" Jiang Xianbang said meaningfully.

After Qin Sheng pondered for a few seconds, his eyes changed suddenly and he said, "Only Han Bing dies, which is the best for all parties."

"It's good that you understand, now you know why I came to you?" Jiang Xianbang nodded silently, naturally he would not watch Qin Sheng die.

Qin Sheng finally understands, and understands that Han Bing's trip to Tianshui is full of dangers, but even so, let him give up Han Bing now and take care of himself?

Qin Sheng, can't do it...

Chapter 16 Never Come Back

Qin Sheng promised Han Guoping to protect Han Bing, and now that Han Guoping is dead, in fact, Qin Sheng can completely ignore Han Bing, isn't it just a promise, if anyone in this society really takes this seriously, and finally pays the price with his life, maybe Everyone will curse Sha. Pen.

But at this time, Han Bing had nothing to rely on, and Qin Sheng just watched her die coldly. Qin Sheng really couldn't do it. If that happened, he might feel guilty for the rest of his life.

A man can do something, but what is most important for a man is to be responsible.

Therefore, Qin Sheng is determined to wade through the muddy water this time. No matter how big the waves are, Qin Sheng will fight. His ultimate goal is to keep Han Bing.

"Uncle Jiang, thank you, thank you very much, I know you think about me." Qin Sheng shook his head and smiled wryly, "It really makes me watch Han Bing die, I Qin Sheng can't do it, it's not my temperament , unless I die, no one will touch Han Bing."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Jiang Xianbang didn't expect the final result to be like this. Not only did he not persuade Qin Sheng to quit, but it also made Qin Sheng firm in his decision.

Qin Sheng sneered and said, "What's so terrible about being alone, isn't it just death? As long as I don't die, I will accompany them to the end. I can't compete with strength, wealth, background, but if I bet my life, I don't believe that they are gods Buddha?"

"You..." Jiang Xianbang pointed at Qin Sheng, so angry that he was completely speechless. He didn't know what to say?

Qin Sheng got up, bowed to Jiang Xianbang with a smile, then turned around and left without staying.

Jiang Xianbang looked at Qin Sheng's back and thought about it. He had done everything he could do, and Qin Sheng still chose to do so. He couldn't predict the final result, but he had a clear conscience.

After a long time, Jiang Xianbang felt relieved. If Qin Sheng agreed, he might not be the Qin Sheng he knew.

There was no other way. Jiang Xianbang could only quickly contact his friends in Gansu. This was the last thing he could do for Qin Sheng. After confirming the relationship there, he sent a text message to Qin Sheng. There was only one phone number and short text In a word, I need to find him.

"Oh, what evil did I do?" After sending the text message, Jiang Xianbang couldn't laugh or cry angrily.

commit a sin?He has committed too many sins, and it would be God's doze off to live till now. If he didn't owe that old man Qin a huge favor, he wouldn't have done so many things for Qin Sheng.

Perhaps, this is the cause and effect.

Qin Sheng didn't go back directly to Tomson Golf, but called Xia Ding and asked where he was doing?

Xia Ding said that he was fine at home, so Qin Sheng went straight to kill him.

At the gate of the community, I happened to meet Xia Ding sending out a beautiful woman with a good temperament. The beautiful woman was wearing a black deep V dress with a faintly visible chest. The real thing was not the most important thing.

The beauty was sent away by Xia Ding's driver. Xia Ding had already seen Qin Sheng, and walked straight over and said, "Boss, what's the matter, you don't look well?" He said sadly without arguing about his misfortune.

Xia Ding scratched his head and laughed loudly, "I said, we drink red wine at home and talk about life, you probably don't believe it, but this is the truth."

"I believe in you, sir." Qin Sheng cursed directly with his middle finger raised.

Xia Ding was not angry either, he laughed and walked shoulder to shoulder with Qin Sheng into the community, Qin Sheng sat on the balcony after entering the door, Xia Ding brought over the unfinished red wine just now, and the two drank peanuts to enjoy the big scene. Night view of Shanghai.

Qin Sheng vaguely remembered that when he first arrived in Shanghai, when he stood in Lujiazui for the first time and looked up at those high-rise buildings, the first reaction in his heart was awe, followed by wanting to have a place here.

Six years have passed, and when I return to Shanghai, the awe has disappeared, and it is more the ambition hidden beneath the plainness.

"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Qin Sheng lost in thought, Xia Ding asked with a frown.

Qin Sheng thought for a moment, and said truthfully, "Third brother, I have to go to Gansu tomorrow morning. I will come back the night after tomorrow at the earliest, and it may take three or four days at the latest. This trip may be a bit dangerous."

"Boss, when you come back this time, why do I always feel that you are talking about it?" Xia Ding replied in a daze.

Qin Sheng continued, "If I don't come back, please do me a few favors. First, repay my favor. My sister, you know, is now studying in Fudan University. She is our elementary school girl. Her father was imprisoned in an accident last year, and her mother just got seriously ill. One game, help me take care of them in the future."

At this time, Qin Sheng was more like explaining the funeral, but it really frightened Xia Ding.

"Second, I will give you a mobile phone number. When the time comes, find this woman and say thank you to her. The hot pot owed to her is useless in this life."

"Thirdly, find an old man. His name is Chen Changsheng. He lives in Beijing. I don't know where he is. He knows my background. My grandfather said that if I have the chance to meet him, the old man will tell me everything, but If you can’t find it, forget it, I don’t care anyway.”

After Qin Sheng finished speaking, he remained silent. Before Xia Ding came back to his senses, he froze for a moment before he squeaked and said, "Fuck, boss, what's going on? Don't worry about it alone. How many brothers are there?"

"Don't ask too much, if I can come back alive, I'll tell you in detail." Qin Sheng didn't want to explain too much, and he didn't want to involve Xia Ding and the others.

No matter how much Xia Ding asked, Qin Sheng would not open his mouth. In the end, he gave up completely. He could only pray that Qin Sheng would not have any accidents, and he would talk about it when he came back.

Qin Sheng didn't stay here for long at Xia Ding's place, and he returned to Tomson Golf Han's Villa at 10:30.

Inside and outside the villa, Chen Beiming has arranged more than a dozen bodyguards at this time. These are his trusted subordinates, and he doesn't believe that anyone would dare to do anything here. After all, there are too many rich and expensive bosses living here.

In the villa, Han Bing hasn't slept yet. She has been living in the villa for the past few days. It is the first time she has lived in that house for such a long time except when she comes back to live in that house for the holidays.

"What are the arrangements for tomorrow?" In the living room on the second floor, Han Bing sat on the sofa in a daze, and Qin Sheng sat next to her and asked in a low voice.

When Han Bing heard the voice, he noticed that Qin Sheng had returned, and said pleasantly, "Are you back?"

Qin Sheng smiled and nodded.

"There is an airport in Tianshui. Tomorrow we will fly directly to Tianshui in my dad's private jet. Someone will pick us up and go back to our hometown. There are still some customs in our hometown for burial. The arrangements have been made there. We will be buried after dawn the next morning. We will stay for half a day, and then we Return to Shanghai this morning." Han Bing has already arranged the itinerary with Chen Beiming and relatives in his hometown.

Qin Sheng frowned and said, "Will you stay for two nights?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Han Bing said casually.

Qin Sheng shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'll just ask."

Originally, he thought he would come back the night after tomorrow, but he didn't expect to stay one more night, but Qin Sheng didn't have any objections, anyway, he had already prepared for the worst.

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed first, and you go to bed early too." Han Bing got up, said good night to Qin Sheng, and went back to the room.

After Han Bing left, the old man Wu who had hardly spoken to Qin Sheng sat slowly opposite Qin Sheng. The old man was bent over, his face was full of wrinkles, but his body was strong and his eyes were even more vicious.

"You don't need to get involved in it at all," the grey-haired old man Wu narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

Qin Sheng had been silently sizing up the old man since he went upstairs, but he knew that the old man must be paying attention to him too.

"I promised Uncle Han," Qin Sheng said indifferently.

Mr. Wu played with the old Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "This trip to Tianshui may never return."

"I know, but I have to go. If I don't go, my conscience is disturbed." Qin Sheng didn't hide it. He felt that he would only appear naive with this kind of elderly man, and it would be the easiest to go straight.

"Young man, you are very good, Guoping is right." Mr. Wu praised Qin Sheng a few words rarely, which surprised Qin Sheng very much.

He chuckled and said, "Old man, whoever you are, you will live your whole life, but if you want to live a worthless and boring life, you might as well die sooner."

"It's better to die than to live, you young people." Mr. Wu didn't seem to want to chat with Qin Sheng, and got up as soon as he sat down, and left with a very calm smile.

After Mr. Wu left, Qin Sheng went back to his room to rest.

In the early morning, when Qin Sheng woke up, Han Bing was still sound asleep, but Chen Beiming had already been exercising in the yard with Mr. Wu.

After Qin Sheng finished his breakfast, Han Bing woke up. His face was a bit haggard, his eyes were swollen and black. It was obvious that he probably suffered from insomnia last night and fell asleep very late.

After breakfast, they packed up their things, and the bodyguards of the Han family sent Han Bing and others to the airport. Han Bing hugged his father and mother's urns tightly.

When Han's Gulfstream G450 took off, Qin Sheng looked out of the window at Shanghai, which was still hazy, and sighed with emotion. Han Ping first arrived in Shanghai more than 20 years ago, and today, 20 years later, he will leave this city completely.

Once you leave, you will never come back...

Chapter 17

Qin Sheng once read a sentence, what kind of height must a man reach before he dies in order to avoid dying in obscurity?

Is Korea even?

It seemed that his death had only caused ripples in the upper circles, but to most ordinary people, his death was like a gravel thrown into a lake, unable to set off huge waves, it was of no importance at all.

What about yourself?

If there was an accident during this trip to Tianshui, how many people would know that they were dead, and how many people would cry for themselves?

Qin Sheng laughed at himself, so he couldn't die yet, so he had to fight hard. Anyway, it wasn't the first time he encountered such a crisis in the past two years.

The high-end and high-end Gulfstream G450, this is the first time for Qin Sheng to take a private jet, and he is not at all excited. After all, he is not a stunned young man who has never seen the world. They don't pay much attention to these extraneous things.

Han Bing, who was sitting opposite, was also staring out the window in a daze. Perhaps what she was thinking was exactly what Qin Sheng was thinking. The urn of Han Guoping and his wife was placed on the seat next to him, and Chen Beiming and Mr. Wu sat behind.

"It's okay if you didn't sleep last night. If you're sleepy, I'll sleep for a while. I'll call you when I get there. I still have a lot to do when I get to Tianshui." Qin Sheng said softly, feeling sorry for Han Bing.

Han Guoping's death dealt a great blow to Han Bing. From that day on, she could never return to the way she was before, and felt that the invisible pressure was about to crush her.

"Yeah." Han Bing nodded. She was really sleepy, so she closed her eyes to rest, and fell asleep not long after.

Qin Sheng looked at the already exhausted Han Bing. He had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, his face was pale, and his eye circles were dark.

Alas, Qin Sheng sighed.

Our parents are our greatest reliance. When they fell down one after another, at that time, we who didn't want to grow up had to grow up.

It takes two and a half hours to fly directly from Shanghai to Tianshui, Gansu.

Tianshui is a small city, but in the western region, except for the provincial capitals, it is already considered a good city, so Tianshui Airport is very small, and the usual routes are only flights to a few nearby provincial capitals.

When the plane landed, Han Bing and Qin Sheng walked out of the airport holding the urn of Han Guoping and his wife, Han Bing took a deep breath of the dry air, gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, Mom, we are going home."

The air is filled with the smell of loess and wind and sand. It is already the end of October. Compared with Shanghai, which is still warm, this place has entered the rhythm of winter.

On the airport tarmac, all the relatives of the Han family have been waiting for a long time. Han Guoping has been promoted to heaven alone. Han Guoping has enjoyed a lot of glory in Shanghai. Under his protection, these relatives from his hometown have become local tyrants. This is quite generous of Han Guoping .

Han Guoping's hometown is some distance away from downtown Tianshui. It is located in the mountains [-] kilometers southeast of the city. It belongs to the Maiji District. The most famous place nearby is the Maiji Grottoes, but it is still some distance away from their Hanjia Village.

I am used to seeing the high-rise buildings in Shanghai, and then I look at the mountains in the northwest. In fact, it has a special charm. This mountain is called Longshan Mountain, which belongs to the Qinling Mountains like Zhongnan Mountain. Hanjia Village is at the foot of a small mountain. The hill is also called Wangyeshan, and there has never been a prince, and the most powerful person who has ever been produced is Han Guoping.

This is the hometown of Han Guoping. After the development of Han Guoping, he naturally did not forget this place. The country roads in the village and the roads leading to the provincial roads outside were all repaired by Han Guoping, as well as the new houses of dozens of families in the village and a small village. The plaza was also built by Han Guoping.

Although the relatives of the Han family have basically moved to the urban area or Lanzhou, they will return to their hometown during the holidays, so this time Han Guoping had an accident, and the villagers in the village came to help.

Qin Sheng, who lived in Zhongnan Mountain since he was a child, has a natural intimacy with the mountains. He sat in the car and stared at the mountains outside. Han Bing, who was sitting in the back row, asked, "Is it far from Xi'an?"

Qin Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "It's not far, from Tianshui to the east three hundred kilometers to Xi'an, it's only a few hours away."

"Oh, I haven't been to Xi'an yet," Han Bing said in a low voice.

Qin Sheng nodded and said, "If there is a chance, I will take you for a walk."

"How about we go to Xi'an the day after tomorrow?" Han Bing didn't want to go back to Shanghai and wanted to relax outside.

But how dare Qin Sheng let her stay, because it would be more dangerous, and there are still many things in Shanghai that Han Bing needs to deal with, so Qin Sheng didn't answer.

After arriving at Hanjia Village, Qin Sheng could see from a distance that tents for weddings and weddings had already been set up in the small square. The villagers were busy, and cooks and women were preparing the water mats. Here, this is the same as the customs in Xi'an.

When the convoy arrived at the Han family, the relatives of the Han family surrounded them. The women began to cry bitterly, as well as Han Guoping's cousins. Qin Sheng didn't know which of them was really sad and who Is it pretending to be sad?

The funeral band also played mourning music at this time, and the atmosphere was extremely sad at this time. Han Bing was already in tears, and Qin Sheng and Chen Beiming just followed behind. They were afraid that someone would fish in troubled waters.

Han Bing's uncle was in charge of the entire funeral. Under his guidance, everyone entered the gate of the Han family, invited Han Guoping and his wife's urn into the mourning hall, and then began to burn incense and kowtow.

Regardless of whether it is the Han family or other households in the Han family village, the houses are the common bungalows in the northwest, with a gate, a front yard, a main house and a backyard.

Wearing filial piety, Han Bing knelt on both sides with Han Guoping's nephews and nieces, welcoming the relatives and friends who came to mourn.