Chapter 547 This Christmas, at Home and Abroad

Looking at Kong Zhandong's closed door, Wei Sheng closed her eyes in despair. She now thinks that Kong Zhandong is a walking pig.

idiot.

It seems that what he had vaguely guessed earlier was not wrong. Di Yawen temporarily betrothed his daughter Yina to Xiao Anpa to seek stability, but how can a woman compare to Di Yawen's large ports and after dividing up her power. various interests.

This matter is more complicated than originally imagined in that it is not the Ampa family who is dealing with Di Yawen now. The other party obviously understands that the Philippine Hongmen have been in the Philippines for many years, and it is not something that his family can digest.

According to Di Yawen's meaning, even the most powerful Smacko of the three forces pulls out to face him, and it is an extremely difficult tug of war for the other party, so the Ampa family came forward to unite with the other party. The two groups of forces intend to gnaw this tough bone together.

Wei Sheng and Kong Zhandong arrived in the Philippines at such a moment.

The so-called family has a hard-to-recite scripture, and she has a hard time in the country. She can only express her sympathy for Di Yawen. At this time, the most sensible way is undoubtedly to withdraw from this muddy water, and it is impossible for Huang Gezhang to come to her because of this. Blame Kong Zhandong.

After all, the situation on the ground was unexpected.

But this Kong Zhandong was so arrogant that he wanted to help Di Yawen solve this problem, or maybe it was important to Hongmen of Z country to continue to pass through the Philippines. But if you don't handle it well, you'll have to get into trouble.

Wei Sheng finally took a sip at the door of Kong Zhandong's room, turned and walked back to the next door, and called Cyril again.

...

That night, in the hotel conference room.

"Assassination?" Di Yawen's face full of disapproval was already full of disapproval.

Wei Sheng sat on the single-seat sofa in the corner, with Erlang's legs crossed, a lollipop in his mouth, and a chuckle, but he didn't participate.

That Fang Kong Zhandong has already spread out the map and pointed to the southern part of the Philippines, "Since this matter is the first advocate of the Ampa family, we will use him."

After that, he took a deep look at Di Yawen, "The enemy is already waiting for an opportunity, why doesn't Di Yawen strike first?"

Fang Di Yawen rubbed his fat hands violently. Now Kong Zhandong is already his own, so there is no need to pretend to be in front of him. He said bluntly, "I'm afraid you don't understand their temperament. Once this thing fails, they will definitely They will retaliate ten times and a hundred times! And the three alliances, it seems that it is useless for us to assassinate old Anpa."

Kong Zhandong smiled and said, "It's an alliance, but it's just a short-term combination of interests. Old Anpa is the governor of Majing Province, and his status is extraordinary. If something happens to him..."

Di Yawen's eyes lit up, "Mr. Kong's purpose is to disrupt the situation?"

"As long as he is caught off guard, even if the Anpa family is of exceptionally high quality and rectified quickly, when the group is leaderless, it will inevitably cause other forces to stare at them. The Manguda family has a deep blood feud with the Anpa family. Do you think they will let this go? Opportunity? I think, compared to you, Di Yawen, they are more reluctant to let go of the fat of the Ampa family."

"But..." Di Yawen looked erratic.

Kong Zhandong has straightened up and lit a cigarette, "As long as you prepare properly. You also need to prepare a 20-person death squad for me."

Wei Sheng, who was sitting in the corner, slowly stood up and walked to the window, looking at the green trees outside the window and the sun shining brightly, thinking that the country should have entered a cold winter now, and... today is Christmas.

...

Beijing.

It was night, with dark clouds covering the moon in the sky, snow falling outside the window, and the white snow mixed the world into a pure white color.

But today is not Chinese New Year, but Christmas.

The interior of Cui's house is warm. The bottom of the hot red oil pot has been boiled, and hot pot meals are spread on the table. Cui Yongzhen and Li Zhengwen are busy inside and outside the house. The old man Cui Zhensheng watches the latest project plan of the new company in the house, and pushes them from time to time. Pushing the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked at the clock on the wall, it was half past six.

"Dad! It's time to eat!" Cui Yongzhen shouted into the house.

Turning around, she heard a knock on the door, she hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, and saw her son with a black hiking bag standing at the door, looking haggard and very tired.

Cui Yongzhen hurriedly took his son's luggage, and his usual graceful face showed a rare joy, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry into the house. Lao Li, your son is back!"

After saying that, he carried Cui Xian's luggage into the room, and hurriedly went back and looked at his son, he was much thinner than a month ago, "Your teacher finally has a conscience, and my mother is treating guests to dinner and... Who do you call when you get home? Woolen cloth?"

Cui Xian stood by the door and dialed a number before taking off his shoes. As the cold mechanical voice told him that the number was not in the service area, he pursed his lips and became ecstatic.

"Mom, I plan to go back to the south during the winter vacation." Cui Xian said while changing his shoes.

Just now, Cui Yongzhen had a look of alertness on his face, "The whole family has moved to the capital, what are you doing back to the south?"

"I'm not used to winter in the capital, it's too dry."

"There's still half a month to go on vacation, right? No, I just came back, I don't agree!"

...

The old family compound of the state-owned steel factory in Chaonan City is a brightly lit interior.

"Dad, why are you here?" Wei Jiefang opened the door, only to see his father, Wei Guoqing, who had little contact with him, knocked on the door.

Since the breakup earlier, he was completely sad and desperate, and Wei Jiefang had also cut off contact with his father. Although he lived in the same compound, it was more like meeting and not knowing each other.

However, Wei Guoqing always asked his second wife, Xu Mei, to go to Yang Lichun's barber shop to sit down, so the two sides have been living together in a pleasant and stinky manner.

Wei Guoqing stood at the door, and his majestic face was a little soft, "It's nothing to worry about, I just came back from work and saw the lights in your house, thinking that I haven't had a meal together for a long time, so I came up. Don't you invite me, the old man, to come in and sit?"

"Hurry up, it's very cold outside." Wei Jiefang hurriedly let his father into the house. It turned out that behind Wei Guoqing were Xu Mei and Wei Zuyin. The three of them entered the door one after another, their faces beaming with joy.

Yang Lichun was busy cooking in the kitchen. Today's festival was quite lively. She saw a lot of people wearing red and colorful clothes, so she closed early, and brought Ding Huihong and her cub Xu Yi home for the festival, just to make it fun, Who would have thought that Mr. Wei actually came to the door.

Wei Jiefang hurriedly allowed everyone to enter the living room. As for the daughter's affairs, aside from his wife's brother and sister-in-law's family, it has not been rumored yet, and he has no plans to do so.

Thinking of his daughter, Wei Jiefang couldn't help but smile warmly. According to his daughter's words earlier, the new house had been bought, but the couple were not willing to live there, so they just waited for her to move in together after the holiday.

"Dad, Zu Yin, sit down first."

This year's Christmas, snowflakes fall, warm.