Chapter 437

Sure enough, the government soon took back the land that song Dongjian had. The land that was already available was ten thousand miles away from him in a flash, which made song Dongjian very angry.

This land is the most favorable for his and Koichi's plans. All the alternatives are alternatives, which is a waste of manpower, material and financial resources. It must be unsatisfactory. Xiaochiyan, who just left, lost his temper in front of song Dongjian and exerted a lot of pressure on him.

And xiaochiyan took advantage of the fire and blamed song Dongjian for everything, saying that if he could not solve the problem, then the extra cost would be borne by the Song family. Although the Song family was not unable to take out the money, this matter made song Dongjian feel frustrated again.

If he didn't have to rely on the power of the Xiaochi family to achieve his goal of becoming the leader of the Song family, he would never have tolerated all kinds of demands of xiaochiyan. At least, according to song Dongjian's previous temper, xiaochiyan had already died more than ten times.

The old district has become the focus of Jiangcheng for a while, and the matter of demolition has long been shelved.

"Is it you?" Mu Qingqing stood by the window and asked. This is the first time that she has come here to look for Molian city since she moved out of Donglin villa. Recently, what has been making a lot of noise is about the old district.

And Mu Qingqing also learned in Chengxi's investigation that song Dongjian and xiaochiyan planned to demolish the old district. All the people in this chessboard can see the problems. The things about the unearthed cultural relics are too coincidental. There are problems behind the things that are too coincidental in the world.

"What?" Mo Liancheng picked his eyebrows and asked in a light tone. He knew that Mu Qingqing was looking for his destination. Put a cup of hot coffee on the table, the afternoon sun is very beautiful, sprinkle into the living room, everything around is plated with a layer of light gold.

Mo Liancheng leisurely put two pieces of sugar into Mu Qingqing's coffee cup. Finally, he added milk for her, saying it would not hurt her stomach.

"Moliancheng, I'm asking you a question. Please answer me positively!" Mu Qingqing frowned, some anxious, more worried. The matter of saving Jin Shixun has virtually involved the company's interests of moliancheng. As for ye Youran, Mu Qingqing has no longer dared to let moliancheng pour all his efforts to please himself.

Mu Qingqing suddenly raised his voice and caught Mo Liancheng's hesitant eyes. He put down his coffee spoon and said with a smile, "it's me. You already know the answer, and you still need to ask..."

"The unearthed cultural relics are fake, right? I've already guessed it. You arranged it. Experts are also arranged by you. The time of those online editorials is too coincident, just like a series. Even I can see this. Song Dongjian can't be unaware of it! "

Mu Qingqing's words, like a serial gun, did not even give Mo Liancheng a chance to gasp for explanation.

"What are you doing?" Mu Qingqing is startled by the sudden embrace of Mo Liancheng. When discussing things like this, Mo Liancheng gently hugs Mu Qingqing and puts his chin on Mu Qingqing's shoulder and dallies.

"Moliancheng, I'll talk to you again, do you hear me?"

"Yes, I really don't want to lose what I left leisurely, but if you want you to take such a big risk for me, even implicate the Mohr group, then I refuse."

"What's more, this matter has been delayed for a long time, but it can't last a whole life. When experts find out that the abandoned land in the old district is really a piece of abandoned land, the leisurely house can't be preserved."

Mu Qingqing pushes Mo Liancheng. She keeps saying that Mo Liancheng is silent, like a lazy cat, sticking to her side all the time, which makes Mu Qingqing more worried.

For a moment, Mo Liancheng pulled Mu Qingqing into his arms, and the embrace also increased his strength. The smile at the corner of his mouth took a faint voice and said, "are you worried about me?"

"Molian city!" Mu Qingqing called the name of Mo Liancheng word by word, but he didn't know what to do with him.

For a moment, Mo Liancheng said quietly, "it's enough to have your words. If you want me to join the whole Mohist group, I'd like to!"

Although in Mu Qingqing's opinion, this sentence is no different from a girl's love words, but her heart suddenly lost its stability. This is the second time that Mu Qingqing did not refuse moliancheng's intimacy. All these changes quietly took place after su Wanqing's imprisonment.

Without waiting for mu Qingqing to speak, Mo Liancheng first said, "this period of time is enough. After this period of time, everything will be different!"

Mo Liancheng doesn't know much about archaeology, but he knows that once this happens, it can't be determined overnight. During this period of time, it was the crucial moment for him and song Yanshu to start a fight. At that time, not only the old building of Ye Youran and the meeting of Mu Qingqing could be safeguarded, but also Jiangcheng would be preserved.

Although Mu Qingqing didn't understand what Mo Liancheng was talking about, she knew that he had a plan.

Mo Liancheng released Mu Qingqing, but her eyes still tightly wrapped her cheek. Her mouth provoked a banter like smile, "who told you that the unearthed cultural relics are fake?"Mu Qingqing rolled her eyes and looked at Mo Liancheng helplessly. In her heart, she thought that Mo Liancheng was still lying to herself. She said, "it's not fake. Did you dig it out?"

Mo Liancheng's smile became subtle. He reached out to hook Mu Qingqing's chin. "Cultural relics are not fake, but the place where they were unearthed has been slightly adjusted by me. Otherwise, do you think the people in the cultural relics bureau are all white rice? If it is false, can they still fight to keep the old area under martial law?"

Mu Qingqing thought about Mo Liancheng carefully. She couldn't help but stare round her eyes and took a breath of air. "Don't tell me, for this matter, you've got a historical relic?"

Mo Liancheng smiles and doesn't speak, but her eyes have given Mu Qingqing the answer she wants to know.

"How much?" Mu Qingqing feels that he owes more to Mo Liancheng. He asks cautiously, and the ripples on his brow follow.

Mo Liancheng shrugged and held out a finger.

"Ten million?"

Seeing that Mo Liancheng didn't speak, Mu Qingqing swallowed her mouth. She didn't even dare to guess, "one 100 million? "

"No, it's priceless!"