Chapter 810

Wen Taiping covered his cheek with a burning pain and reminded him that this was not a dream. His father's distorted face was obviously very angry. Although he was a dandy, he still knew to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. He knew that his father was in a bad mood. There must be something wrong with the mayor's promotion. He bowed his head and said, "go out first."

Seven aunts and eight aunts left the room with surprise.

Only Wenfeng and his son are left in the room.

Wen Taiping poured tea for his father and asked, "Dad, you hit me. It's my fault."

Wen Feng saw his son's good attitude of admitting mistakes. Most of his anger disappeared. His son's red cheeks were shocking. His heart softened and said, "Taiping, you're not young. Dad has taught you to be a good man and do good things all these years. What will you do if his father falls down one day?"

Wen Taiping was shocked and said, "Dad, it won't be so serious."

Wen Feng shook his head and said, "it's not as simple as you think. I used to think that things are eighteen or nine stable as you do. With the care of Minister Huang and President Wang and the relationship behind them, it's no problem to win the mayor, but what happens next woke me up and put all my hopes on them, which may be a complete failure."

Wen Taiping was surprised and said, "Dad, the relationship between Zhao Weiguo and Yang Guoyong is like that. How can it threaten you?"

Wen Feng said in a deep voice, "I saw a man in the conference room today. This man may be the key point of the accident. Yang Guoyong is very close to this man. I suspect he used his relationship to forcibly keep Yang Guoyong."

Wen Taiping asked, "who?"

Wen Feng said, "Yang Ping."

Wen Taiping shouted, "it's the boy who dares to appear in the municipal government. He's impatient. Can he go to such a place?"

Wen Feng looked at his son coldly.

Wen Feng may be older than Yang Ping, but his mind is too poor. He is already on an equal footing with the municipal Party committee. Even Yang Guoyong asks others, but his son can only play with women. The more he looks at his son, the more unhappy he is.

Wen Taiping felt that his father's face was wrong. He quickly smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry. As long as you become mayor, I promise to follow the route you set."

Wen Feng sighed and said, "I hope so."

Wen Taiping knew that his father was relieved, so he left the room and let him be quiet.

Wen Feng sat on the bed, puffing and smoking. The smoke filled the room, making the whole person look unreal.

Put out the cigarette, Wenfeng took out the phone, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, just like a hungry wolf in the night. He made a phone call that he hadn't used for a long time. In fact, he didn't want to call, but he can't do it now. Once he can't go up, he will lose all hope in the future.

The phone is through.

"Figured it out?"

The voice over there was very cold, which made the temperature of the room drop instantly. Wen Feng trembled and almost didn't hold the phone.

"I agree to your terms."

Wen Feng gritted his teeth.

"Condition?"

Asked over there.

Wen Feng took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "I want to be the Secretary of the municipal Party committee, and I also want to kill a man. His name is Yang Ping."

There was silence.

Wen Feng's heart beat fast.

"I can help you do the position of secretary of the municipal Party committee, but you don't pay enough to kill Yang Ping."

The answer over there made Wen Feng angry. Wen Feng had decided to sell himself to the other party. Isn't it enough? What a mayor has is not as good as a young man?

As if expecting Wen Feng's reaction, he sneered: "don't take yourself too seriously. If you want to kill Yang Ping, the price we have to pay, even if the whole cloud province is not enough. Do you understand?"

Wen Feng was shocked and said, "is Yang Ping really that important?"

There was no mind to pay attention to Wen Feng, and there was no need to answer Wen Feng's question. He said, "wait for the news." then he hung up the phone.

Wen Feng's face changed. Finally, he sighed a long sigh, showing a tired look.

He didn't see it. On the floor of the ceiling, a red dot flickered like the devil's eyes opened in the dark and saw everything clearly.

An abandoned factory far north of the city.

Overgrown with weeds, higher than the head.

In the workshop, a group of people in black gathered. Their expression was cold and rigid. They observed the computers in front of them. These computers are monitoring equipment, which are transmitted here by satellite to clearly see everyone Longcheng wants to monitor, including China Airlines building, the municipal government building and, of course, the homes of some important people.

The scene of Wen Feng calling just appeared on the screen.

A flat headed man, with his hands on his back, stared at the monitoring picture. He didn't move. He was like a stone. If he didn't blink occasionally, he thought he was a zombie. Strangely, his eyes were white and gave off a strange light.

A car came to the door.

Minister Huang got out of the car, went straight to the workshop, came behind the flat headed man, bowed and said in awe, "master, something went wrong. Someone on top interfered with the personnel transfer."

The flat headed man nodded and said, "I expected that if Wen Feng could easily take the position of mayor, my opponent would be too weak."

Minister Huang got up and hesitated: "is it right to add some more weights? Wen Feng is of great value and can be used."

The flat headed man sneered and hummed, "see for yourself."

Subordinates called out the video of Wen Feng's call.

After reading it, Minister Huang, pale, knelt down directly and shouted, "master, it's my problem. I don't have the qualification to examine Wenfeng."

The flat headed man ignored Minister Huang, but looked at his subordinates and asked, "did you find out the source of the phone?"

The subordinate of the technical analysis turned his head and said, "it's difficult to track, but it's certain that the phone is in Longcheng."

The flat headed man said indifferently, "it's a little interesting."

Minister Huang waited nervously.

The flat headed man waved his hand and said, "go back first. Wait for the game results of both sides."

Minister Huang stopped talking.

The flat headed man added, "if you find a problem, give up Wenfeng immediately. We can't hinder our plan because of Wenfeng. Aren't there other candidates besides Wenfeng?"

Minister Huang was stunned and was overjoyed.

The position of mayor of Longcheng city is not necessarily Wen Feng. If the two sides are in a stalemate, there will be other candidates. According to the master's will, we can gain benefits through the struggle between the two sides.

High, really high.

Minister Huang left.

The abandoned factory was restored to quiet.

The flat headed man turned his head and looked at the stars outside. His white pupils flickered and murmured, "the time is coming. The blood debt twenty years ago will be repaid twenty years later. Yang Ping, although this is the sin committed by your master, countless people want to kill you."

"Who made you Xuanji's disciple?"