Chapter 190 The 190th Day of Not Running Away The 100th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 190 The 190th Day of Not Running Away The 100th Day of Not Running Away...

"Mr. Wang, when did you become someone who represents everyone?"

Hou Haisheng sat down and asked back without any politeness.

“That’s right, we think these rules are pretty good.” Hua Lingfeng said with a grin, “After all, the purpose of buying land is to develop it and build houses. If someone buys land and then hoards it, why buy it in the first place?”

"This is completely against the rules!"

Wang Xun was furious. He looked at Section Chief Cai and said, "Section Chief Cai, you never mentioned this rule before!"

Section Chief Cai adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Wang, please calm down. Here's the thing: commercial housing is still a relatively new system in China. It's common for problems to be discovered and solved during the development of this new system, and rules to be formulated as a result. Just like the laws in our country, they are constantly evolving with the times. I understand if you are not satisfied. You can choose to abstain."

Wang Xun was speechless, angry but unsure how to refute.

His main goal this time was that piece of land, which was over 10,000 square meters.

Once we get that land, we can get a huge sum of money from the bank by mortgaging it!

But then this regulation came out, meaning that even if he acquired the land, he couldn't mortgage it to a bank.

Enraged, Wang Xun turned and left.

This was somewhat unexpected for Chen Bozheng.

He originally thought that Wang Xun would hold out for a while, but he didn't expect him to be so decisive.

A thoughtful look appeared in Chen Bozheng's eyes.

He gestured to Hua Lingfeng, who understood and quietly slipped out.

The secretary and others followed Wang Xun out of the office building. The secretary was about to get into the car with Wang Xun, but Wang Xun said directly, "You guys go back to the company first, I'll drive myself."

The secretary hesitated for a moment, but seeing Wang Xun's gloomy face, she dared not say more and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Mr. Wang."

Wang Xun drove away from the place, his brows furrowed. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Henghe: "Mr. Zhao, it's me. Something unexpected happened."

He was so engrossed in making the call that he didn't notice Hua Lingfeng following him.

Chen Bozheng's decision to send Hua Lingfeng to follow Wang Xun was merely a spur-of-the-moment thing.

His idea was simply to try his luck, even if there were no chances.

Hua Lingfeng didn't appear until noon, with a strange expression on his face.

Wang Jianquan teased him, "Xiao Hua, what's wrong with your expression? Did you eat a fly?"

"Go away, brother-in-law, you'd better watch out or I'll tell Grandma!"

Hua Lingfeng rolled his eyes at Wang Jianquan, then looked at Chen Bozheng. Chen Bozheng had already acquired the more than 10,000 square meters of land and was in a great mood. Seeing his expression, he asked, "What's wrong? Did you go with Wang Xun and discover some incredible secret?"

Hua Lingfeng was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "How did you know?"

Chen Bo hummed in response, then looked up at Hua Lingfeng again after lowering his head: "What's going on?"

Hua Lingfeng scratched his head: "I followed Wang Xun to a teahouse called Dahao Teahouse, and guess who I saw Wang Xun meeting?"

Chen Bozheng paused, then said, enunciating each word clearly, "Zhao Henghe?!"

Hua Lingfeng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You actually managed to guess that?!"

to be honest.

Chen Bozheng had previously suspected that Zhao Heng was involved with Wang Xun and that he might also be connected with Young Master Lin.

It's too much of a coincidence. Zhao Heng has extensive connections in the bank, and Wang Xun was able to obtain mortgage loans from the bank with impunity. Chen Bozheng would never believe that this wasn't related.

However, he lacked strong evidence.

However, now, the evidence is available.

Zhao Henghe does indeed know Wang Xun. Judging from the fact that Wang Xun went directly to see Zhao Henghe after leaving, Wang Xun is probably Zhao Henghe's front man.

So, does Lin Qingfeng's matter have anything to do with Zhao Henghe?

Chen Bo was asking Hua Lingfeng to write down the address of the teahouse.

Hua Lingfeng wrote while glancing at Chen Bozheng, "This matter is a bit strange. It seems that Zhao Henghe instructed Wang Xun to target you. I wonder if I'm just overthinking it?"

Chen Bozheng said, "You're right, that's very likely what happened."

Hua Lingfeng was even more confused. He looked at Chen Bozheng and said, "When did you offend Zhao Henghe? It's not that I look down on you, but you two have never even met before, have you?"

Chen Bo smiled at Hua Lingfeng: "Good question, I'd like to know too."

Wang Quan, unable to bear their cryptic exchange any longer, finally asked, "What are you talking about? What's going on?"

"Brother Wang, it's nothing serious."

Chen Bo shook his head and said, putting the address away. He then said to Hua Lingfeng and Wang Jianquan, "You all have to come to my family's celebration banquet tonight. It would be even better if you could bring your families."

Hua Lingfeng looked at him nonchalantly, somewhat incredulous, "You still have the mood to celebrate?"

Chen Bozheng said, "What else can we do? The meat and vegetables at home are all prepared. We're having hot pot tonight. I asked someone to save the lamb and beef for us. It would be a shame not to eat them."

The parties involved have such a good mindset.

As an outsider, Hua Lingfeng was hardly nervous.

He couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for Chen Bozheng. Chen Bozheng had a really good attitude; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was unfazed by either honor or disgrace.

Chen Bozheng is not indifferent to this matter.

But he knew in his heart that this matter could not be rushed; the more anxious he was, the more likely things would go wrong.

He didn't know who was targeting him before, but now at least he does. Sometimes, when you know who your enemy is, you feel at ease.

at the same time.

Wang Rong thought about it; she always kept Chen Bozheng's matter in mind.

She didn't dare ask her biological father if Chen Bozheng was his philandering son, but Wang Rong always felt a sense of familiarity when she looked at Chen Bozheng.

She's not in good health, and with the cold weather, she can't go out as often. However, Wang Rong has many friends, one of whom is now doing some detective work.

"You want to take this person's hair?"

Looking at the photo, Zhou Suping was both amused and exasperated. "What? Is this Zhao Guobang's illegitimate son?"

Wang Rong rolled her eyes at her. "Let's get down to business. Can you help me? He seems to own a company. Getting his hair out of the head won't be that easy."

Zhou Suping laughed, "It's difficult for others, but not for me. You know I worked there when I was in England—"

Wang Rong quickly said, "Stop, stop. I know you were a detective in England. Now, you, the female Sherlock Holmes, don't disappoint me."

Zhou Suping smiled and agreed. She looked around and said, "Your youngest son isn't home, is he?"

She picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee.

Wang Rong chuckled: "I'm really puzzled, why don't you like Henghe?"

Zhou Suping shook her head slightly: "Some things are better left unsaid by those involved than bystanders. He's your son, so you certainly don't want me to say anything bad about him."

“He’s very well-behaved now and often stays home with me,” Wang Rong said. “Henghe does show off his intelligence a bit, but he’s good at heart.”

Is he inherently good?

Zhou Suping shook her head.

She dared not say that. When that child was young, she saw him use underhanded methods to win over, isolate, and divide those children.

The Zhao family's reputation resounded throughout Beijing, but Zhou Suping had no faith in Zhao Henghe at all. Sometimes, she even felt that it was only a matter of time before Zhao Henghe went to jail.

That person is arrogant and conceited, and will eventually bring disaster upon himself.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself."

Zhou Suping said to Wang Rong, "You look much better these past two years."

Wang Rong said, "Let me see you out."

"No need, it's cold outside today, you should stay here." Zhou Suping waved her hand, but Wang Rong still saw her to the door.

When Zhu Simei arrived, she saw Zhou Suping leaving. She got out of the car carrying a thermos, glanced in the direction Zhou Suping had gone, and said to Wang Rong, "Madam, isn't that your old friend?"

Wang Rong said, "Yes. You have a good memory. She doesn't come very often, but you still remember her."

Zhu Simei pressed, "What's she doing here?"

Wang Rong was a little confused by the question and looked at Zhu Simei with a puzzled expression. "Why are you asking this? She's just here to keep me company."

Zhu Simei quickly smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just noticed she hadn't come for a while and was wondering if something was wrong. Maybe I can help?"

Wang Rong understood and said, "You're kind enough, but it's not necessary. And what are you doing again—"

She looked at the insulated box in Zhu Simei's hand with a hint of helplessness.

These days, Zhu Simei has been visiting her house far too often. Wang Rong is not in good health, and she has to force herself to greet her every time, which inevitably makes her a little resistant.

However, she was concerned that Zhu Simei had been her youngest son's nanny before, and she had to give her some face out of respect.

Even so, Wang Rong couldn't bear it any longer.

"I made a soup with codonopsis and black chicken, especially for you."

Zhu Simei seemed oblivious to the politeness and resistance on Wang Rong's face, and shamelessly said, "It's cold outside, let's go inside."