Chapter 317 An Mingjie and Xiang Qingtian

Evening, Yannan High-speed Railway Station.

At this moment, there were countless people here, extremely noisy, and shouting and cursing one after another.

"Why don't you let us in? We want to leave Yannan!"

"Let me go, please, let me go!"

"I'm still young, I don't want to die, let me in."

"What is your purpose, why are you guarding here?"

"Fight with these people, for our freedom!"

"..."

In front of them, stood a row of black-clad men from [New Century].

Facing the shouting and cursing of the crowd, they were indifferent.

But the guns in their hands always maintained a deterrent effect, making people dare not take a step forward.

The first bird to come out will be shot, and no one wants to be the first to come out, so they only dared to shout and curse, not to really do it.

However, at this moment, a figure carrying a suitcase appeared at the exit on the side.

Many people cast their eyes on him and looked at this man.

At this time, they couldn't leave Yannan even if they wanted to.

There are still people who dare to come to Yannan?

And... this man is quite handsome, what a pity.

An Mingjie

The man was seen carrying a suitcase, slowly walking to the door, and exhaling.

"It's so cold..."

An Mingjie rubbed his hands, wrapped the scarf around his neck tightly, and showed a helpless expression on his face.

"Alas, the vacation trip has just started for a few days, and I was called to this kind of ghost place."

"Yeonan... It's really a mess."

"It seems that there should be no taxi here."

An Mingjie looked at the noisy crowd around him, his eyes flickered, and then he carried the suitcase and slowly left.

However, he stopped not long after he walked.

Because in front of him, there was a man standing, blocking his way.

"Hello." Yin Heng smiled and said gently: "I am Yin Heng from [New Century]."

"I have been waiting for you here for a long time... An Mingjie."

An Mingjie raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Did Xiang Qingtian ask you to come?"

Yin Heng nodded and said: "Our leader knows you are here, so he asked me to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"He hopes... you can stay out of this game."

"Oh?" An Mingjie raised his eyebrows and became interested: "Why? Is he so afraid of me?"

"No, he has no reason to be afraid of me. That is to say, my arrival may disrupt some of his arrangements?"

"Or is it that your leader is hiding some secrets and is afraid that I will see through it?"

Hearing this, Yin Heng's originally relaxed smile suddenly restrained, and his eyes became more solemn.

No wonder Xiang Qingtian valued An Mingjie so much and sent him here specifically.

Just one sentence, the other party was able to analyze so many things, and Yin Heng instantly put down his contempt for An Mingjie.

Seeing An Mingjie still looking at him, Yin Heng smiled and said, "Mr. An, don't waste your energy. Even I don't know all the arrangements of our leader."

"So, you can't get any useful information from me."

"No." An Mingjie shook his head and chuckled, "Your appearance is the most useful information Xiang Qingtian gave me."

Yin Heng frowned when he heard this. What does this mean?

An Mingjie continued to say, "Since you will wait for me here, it means that Xiang Qingtian can't be unaware of my purpose."

"Even so, he still asked you to persuade me to go back. This is interesting. He knew that I would never go back, so why did he go to the trouble of asking you to tell me?"

At this moment, even in winter, Yin Heng felt a little sweaty.

He only now realized that IQ also has levels.

And the IQs of Xiang Qingtian and An Mingjie are far above his.

An Mingjie's eyes flickered, and he recalled all the records about Xiang Qingtian in his mind.

He immediately had a guess.

An Mingjie suddenly looked up, looked at Yin Heng, and smiled: "Go back and tell Xiang Qingtian that I probably understand what he means."

"I will decide whether to cooperate with him according to the situation."

"That's it."

After that, An Mingjie carried the suitcase, stepped forward, and passed by Yin Heng.

Yin Heng was stunned, feeling a little confused.

What's going on?

What did An Mingjie understand?

Didn't the leader just ask me to tell him? Could there be other intentions?

Yin Heng looked back and looked at An Mingjie's leaving figure, his face full of doubts.

Then, he picked up the phone and called Xiang Qingtian.

"Hello, leader?"

"Have you seen An Mingjie?"

"Well, I have just conveyed your meaning to him."

"What did he say?"

"He, he said... he probably understands what you mean, and will decide whether to cooperate with you according to the situation."

On the other end of the phone, Xiang Qingtian suddenly fell silent.

Yin Heng just waited quietly, not daring to urge him.

After a while, Xiang Qingtian chuckled: "It seems that this little guy has studied me a lot."

"The An family... really has produced an incredible person."

Yin Heng blinked, not understanding what Xiang Qingtian meant.

Even though he claimed to be smart, he really couldn't understand a word in front of these two people.

It just so happens that these two people seem to have a tacit understanding. With just a small move, they can understand each other's meaning.

"Okay, Yin Heng, come back. We have to make some preparations."

"Yes, leader."

In the principal's office of Yannan High School, Xiang Qingtian hung up the phone and turned to look at Zhang Pengfu.

"An Mingjie is a good person."

Xiang Qingtian smiled and said, "I was originally worried about what to do with you. Now it seems that with him here, you should not die."

Zhang Pengfu sat on the chair and said expressionlessly, "It doesn't matter to me. I have long been indifferent to things like life and death."

"What are you talking about? If you die, what will happen to so many students in Yannan High School?" Xiang Qingtian said with a smile.

"Without you, Principal Zhang, Yannan High School would have been demolished long ago."

Zhang Pengfu drank a sip of tea and said nothing.

After a long time, Xiang Qingtian's smile suddenly withered, and he said seriously: "Old Zhang, I have arranged everything."

"Next, I'll leave it to you."

Zhang Pengfu nodded, looked at Xiang Qingtian, and sighed: "You are really hard-working. Don't forget that your body has just recovered."

"It's okay, I won't die anyway."

Xiang Qingtian didn't care, yawned, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, I'm going back to sleep."

Zhang Pengfu looked at Xiang Qingtian's back as he left, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He stood up, closed the door of the office, and then walked around this small Yannan High School alone.

Looking at the familiar bricks and tiles on the wall, Zhang Pengfu's eyes were a little reluctant.

After the New Year, school will start.

At that time, I should still be able to see those children, right?