BMW drove into a quiet club near Xizi lake, which was Yin Rou's industry in the south of the Yangtze River. The club was not open to the public, but served as a place for Yin Rou to receive important people.
"Brother fan, the scenery here is beautiful. It's next to Xizi lake. Why don't you come and live in the club? No one can disturb your purity." Yin Rou suggested.
Ning fan waved his hand and refused. They are here to play this time. There's no need to make such a stir.
This time Ning fan just wanted to know the situation of Yin Rou in detail, so he found such a quiet place.
The tea master made the tea and withdrew the antique room. Yin Rou said with a smile, "brother fan, this is the best Qingming Longjing before the rain. It's fragrant and pleasant. Please taste it."
Ning fan picked up the tea cup, gently pecked a drink, sweet fragrance, faint smile: "I'm stupid, can't produce any good tea, this tea is wasted."
"Van Gogh is modest." Yin Rou said politely, "now the situation in Jiangnan and Shanghai has become stable, but our actions a while ago made the government very dissatisfied. I have got reliable information that the authorities are going to deal with us."
Ning fan nodded quietly, which was within his expectation. This is the sequela of using the underground world to threaten the high level.
The top management absolutely does not want to see such an uncontrolled force under their own eyes.
"But I've made all my brothers restrain a lot according to Vang's instructions. It's not so easy for the authorities to try to move us."
"Yin Rou, now our situation is very delicate. We need to be calm and calm. Our power is very scattered. We can say that our power comes from the people at the bottom. We can hide this power. Even if the authorities really make big moves in the future, we will not be caught in one pot. We need to leave a spark. Only in this way can we highlight our power." Ning Fan said meaningfully.
Yan Rou's eyes brightened, and he was shocked by the overt confrontation with the authorities. This is a red line that the underground world never dare to cross, but Ning fan dares to step out of this step, which is the gap.
Of course, some people may think that Ning fan is dead, but Yin Rou, who has a lot of knowledge about Ning fan, doesn't think so.
Ning fan's strategic plan is beyond many people's imagination. He will not fight an uncertain battle. He must rely on something.
Yin Rou thought that maybe it was Hongmen. After all, Hongmen was so powerful that it was a terrible existence for a country.
But Yin Rou felt that Ning fan's reliance must be more than that, which was a kind of intuition. Ning fan must still have a dark card in his hand, but he didn't play it.
Now, Yin Rou has already understood that he and Ning fan have become a community of interests. He doesn't have the mind to resist at all. He is a little ant in front of him.
What's more, what he has done in these days makes him, who grew up in the underground world, feel unprecedented enthusiasm and excitement.
This is the mixed society, this is the real underground world, this is the power of a world!
Ning fan didn't pay attention to what Yin Rou thought, and said to himself, "Yin Rou, keep an eye on Song Ming for me. If Ning Tianyu appears beside him, please inform me immediately, but don't make direct contact with him, so as not to scare the snake."
"Yes, I understand." Yin Rou said that Ning Tianyu was a master in the innate realm. If Ziji's people came into contact with him, wouldn't it be a long life.
"In addition, your territory can be expanded to the surrounding areas. Of course, this should be done in a quiet way. The authorities should not be aware of it. They should try their best to attract forces from all sides." Ning fan told again.
As soon as Yin Rou's eyes brightened, she knew that Ning fan had a big plan.
Now, according to the information he has collected from various parties, the underground world of China may have to undergo an unprecedented reshuffle, and will be highly integrated in the future. Only in this way can we call it the underground world.
At that time, Yin Rou could not help but feel ashamed. She used to be in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, so she thought it was amazing, but now she found that people were so angry that there was no comparability.
Yin Rou restrained her exclamation, hesitated for a moment, and said, "brother fan, there is another situation to report to you."
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"After Song Ming took charge of the Song family, the Song family twisted into a rope and developed rapidly. Although it did not enter the underground world, its business expanded rapidly. Many local businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River were miserable and in danger by Song Ming, and the industry of the Song family was three times larger than that of Song Yu when he was alive."
Ning fan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Song Ming's talent in business is really different. In this case, it's better to solve this problem as soon as possible. You don't have to worry too much about business. Now the most important thing is to lead Ning Tianyu and cut down the big tree behind Song Ming. Then everything about him is nothing to worry about. "
After a pause, he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a sneer, "besides, this time I will identify Ning Tianyu. Song Ming is sure to have trouble with Ning Tianyu. Let them fight each other. Let's take advantage of it."
Yin Rou nodded clearly. Although he didn't participate in the activities in Song Ming's Club today, he could imagine the pimples in Song Ming's heart.
It's true that, as Ning fan expected, Song Ming seems to be calm on the surface, and he doesn't take Ning fan's words to heart, but secretly he has already let the people he has placed in the Song family's industry take action.
Overnight, the assets of Ning's book were transferred to Song family by billions of dollars. Because of this time he was fully entitled to deal with Ning's industry, so he has the final say in the matter of funds.
Of course, such a big move can't hide from someone who has a heart. When the sky turns white, Song Ming, who is lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, receives a call from Ning Tianyu.
This night, Song Ming did not close his eyes. He was elaborately planning his future moves. He restrained the slightest fear in his heart and put on the phone insistently.
"Father in law, what's the matter so early?"
Ning Tianyu's voice was a little gloomy and said, "Song Ming, what the hell are you doing? Why did you transfer Ning's cash to the Song family?"
Song Ming has long thought about the wording, and Gujing said: "recently, the expansion of the Song family is too fast, and there is a lack of funds, so we should borrow the Ning family's funds for the time being. Our two families are our own people, so we should help each other."
With these words, he sneered in his heart and said in secret, "old fox, I thought you could really be a shrinking tortoise for your whole life. Now I'm watching me transfer my assets and make a drastic cut, and you're going to take the lead."