Zhao Yu Ning's heavy face looked at Yang Xiaobao who was about to push the door open and walk down. With a worried tone, he reminded: "do you want me to go in with you? He's no ordinary person. You must be careful. "
"Not ordinary people? Hehe, can he eat me with three heads and six arms? "
Yang Xiaobao didn't think much of Zhao Yu's kind reminder and joked with a smile.
Staring at Yang Xiaobao's back, Zhao Yu wanted to say nothing.
"His son's life is still in my hands. You can go back and wait for my good news."
Yang Xiaobao walked forward without looking back.
He never does anything that he is not sure of. Yang Xiaobao thinks that this negotiation is secure.
Song's villa is located in the far end of the community, with a small lake on the back and a small artificial bamboo forest on the left. The cinnabar exterior wall of a three story single family villa is silhouetted between the bamboo forests, so the environment is extremely quiet.
Before he got close to the arched iron gate of the villa, Yang Xiaobao heard two barks of dogs.
In the small garden inside the iron gate stood two men in their thirties. They were gathering in front of the stone table, smoking cigarettes and talking in a low voice. They noticed the slight sound of footsteps and the figure at the door. The two men looked suspicious and quickly approached the iron gate.
Two eyes full of suspicion stared at the "uninvited guest" in front of the door, but neither of them spoke.
Yang Xiaobao squeezed out a gentle smile and said softly, "I'm here to find song Yiguang."
The two men looked at each other with a look of surprise and surprise. Throughout the whole southern Xinjiang Province, few people dare to call song Yiguang's name directly. Who is he?
There was no appointment for tonight's visit on the schedule, so the two men were more alert when they saw Yang Xiaobao, a strange man.
"You have made a mistake. Please leave."
The tall man's sword eyebrows trembled slightly, and he stared at Yang Xiaobao with a stern look that could not be denied. Before he opened the door, he gave an order to leave.
Yang Xiaobao glanced at the pillar beside the iron door. The sign was engraved with No. 19. How could it be wrong.
The floor to ceiling windows on the second floor of the villa show light, indicating that there must be someone in the house. Yang Xiaobao surmises that song Yiguang should be in the villa at this time.
"Go in and tell you vice governor song that I can save his son's life."
Standing in the same place, Yang Xiaobao's tone is very calm, but the words let the two men's face suddenly changed.
The man on the right side had a four or five inch scar on his neck. He got close to the man beside him and muttered in his ear. With a hesitant face, he turned and walked quickly into the villa.
After waiting for less than two minutes, Yang Xiaobao saw the man come out in a hurry.
The two men were still silent. The tall man opened the iron door. As soon as Yang Xiaobao stepped into the hospital, he was stopped by the two men.
They didn't ask about Yang Xiaobao's identity information. The tall man looked at Yang Xiaobao coldly, and said with no expression, "we need to search."
Judging from the two men's standing posture and the fierce breath hidden in their eyes, they are definitely specially trained bodyguards.
Yang Xiaobao slightly raised his hands, but did not refuse the two men's request.
He has nothing but a mobile phone, and the mobile phone is still off.
After confiscating his mobile phone and confirming that he didn't carry any dangerous goods, the man made a gesture of invitation and took Yang Xiaobao to the villa building.
The living room on the second floor of the villa is very simple, full of maroon solid wood furniture, not a bit of luxury, but some serious and inflexible style. There are several abstract paintings on the wall, and the coffee table is also an ordinary shape that ordinary people can see.
"People have brought it."
Two men stood at the base of the wall and said respectfully to a middle-aged man sitting alone in the living room.
Yang Xiaobao tries to walk into the living room, and his eyes catch a glimpse of song Yiguang.
A man over 50 years old is holding a newspaper in his hand. His face is very dim. He has a straight face with Chinese characters. His lips are very thick. His hair on the top of his head is very sparse. His figure is obviously fat. He has a round stomach under his shirt.
There are still half a cigarette in the ashtray on the table, countless cigarette ends.
Song Yiguang slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Yang Xiaobao carefully. At other times, he would never allow a stranger into his home, but today's situation is a bit special.
"Sit down, please."
Not anxious to ask about Yang Xiaobao's identity and purpose, song Yiguang stretched out his right hand and asked Yang Xiaobao to sit down with a cold face.
On the spacious mahogany sofa, Yang Xiaobao strode over and leaned on the back of the chair, nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his face.
Song Yiguang didn't open his mouth, and he didn't rush to open his mouth. There was a sudden silence and embarrassment in the room.
"Do you smoke?"
His face is hard to hide. Song Yiguang glances at Yang Xiaobao and then takes out a cigarette from his cigarette box and hands it to him. Yang Xiaobao waves his hand and refuses.
The news that Song Zhe, his son, was arrested by the police is still in a state of blockade to the outside world. This person actually told the truth directly, which is enough to show that this person is extraordinary. It is impossible to be bluffing to know such top secret information.
Song Yiguang's indifferent eyes swept a moment of doubt and speculation.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Finally, when song Yiguang spoke, Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said nothing.
After a few seconds of silence, Yang Xiaobao looked directly into song Yiguang's eyes, "vice governor of song, Dongxing import and export trade Co., Ltd. has been doing business with you for a long time. Now I want to bring them down. I hope you can cooperate."
Yang Xiaobao is so straightforward, song Yiguang's heart is slightly shocked, staring at him in silence, the sudden contraction of the pupil hidden murder.
Without half a word's response, Yang Xiaobao took out a folded copy from his trouser pocket and put it on the table.
Take a look at the copy on the table, the content is particularly familiar, song Yiguang's eyes more sharp, still silent.
This document is the financial data hidden in his office, which is closely related to Dongxing Trading Co., Ltd.
"Following these financial data, I believe it won't take long to find out how much business you vice governor Song did in private."
Yang Xiaobao reaches out two fingers and taps on the table. He looks at Song Yiguang calmly.
This is to remind him that although there is not enough evidence to prove that song Yiguang colludes with smuggling gangs for a long time, it is not difficult to dig out more secrets with this financial data.
In other words, Yang Xiaobao just wants to tell song Yiguang that you are already in danger.
Song Yiguang's eyes were full of doubts. He was not sure what the young man wanted to do for a moment.
"Your son Song Zhe is now facing a situation of death. I believe you know this better than I do." Yang Xiaobao's attitude was calm. After a slight pause, he continued, "I can help him escape this disaster, as long as you are willing to cooperate with vice governor Song."
"How do you want me to cooperate?" Song Yiguang was silent for a moment, and looked strangely calm.
"Only if you are willing to come forward, can you catch old K, the real controller of East Star. You should understand what I mean."
Yang Xiaobao's attitude was tough, and his face showed a mysterious smile. "Tell us all the business between you, and I will protect your son."
Song Yiguang is shocked in his eyes for a moment. Yang Xiaobao's condition is to let him exchange his own life for Song Zhe's.
He knows better than anyone that once his smuggling activities are known to the outside world, it means that there is only one way out.
Yang Xiaobao also knows very well that the investigation of smuggling gangs has reached the most critical point. Lao K, the biggest big man behind the scenes, will not appear easily. He must have solid evidence to show up, and vice governor Song Yiguang is the best bait.
"If I do what you say, are you sure I can save Song Zhe?"
Song Yiguang's tone showed a heavy sense of fatigue, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.
Aware that song Yiguang's attitude has been talked about by himself, Yang Xiaobao feels a burst of joy. The situation is consistent with what he expected, and the final action is about to start.
"I'll let you know exactly what to do."
Put down a not light not heavy words to song Yiguang, Yang Xiaobao got up and left.
Without song Yiguang's advice, the two bodyguards who came from special forces did not dare to stop Yang Xiaobao from leaving.
The next afternoon, after a brief meeting with Lao Liu, Yang Xiaobao came to the city's third detention center and saw Song Zhe through a glass in the visiting room.
The moment he saw Yang Xiaobao, Song Zhe stood beside the seat, his eyes filled with endless hatred, his face full of amazement and amazement.
"What are you doing here?"
For half a minute, Song Zhe clenched his teeth and asked questions.
Yang Xiaobao's joking smile soon faded from his face. "Don't look at me like that. I'm here to take you out."
Song Zhe was stunned. The man who sent him to prison wanted to save him now? How is that possible?!
Song Zhe, who is in prison, naturally does not know that Yang Xiaobao has made a "special deal" with his father song Yiguang.
With Liu's help in secret, Yang Xiaobao took Song Zhe out of the detention center after completing the formalities.
"You're free now. Don't thank me."
Just out of the gate of the detention center, Yang Xiaobao looks up at the cloudless clear sky. He smiles and faces Song Zhe, who is stunned and confused.
Does he have a bigger plot? Song Zhe stares at Yang Xiaobao fiercely. He will never believe that Yang Xiaobao has no other purpose.
A gray business car sped up and stopped in front of them.
The man who got out of the car was wearing sunglasses. Song Zhe glanced at him. He was his bodyguard.
Yang Xiaobao waved his hand, turned around with a smile, and walked calmly to the parking lot not far away.