Chapter 97 Qincheng Prison!

Tang Huan did not go home with the Rolls-Royce of Longxiang, but instead stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

As soon as he got into the car, he called Lao Zhuang.

This old guy really did what he said and turned on it for himself twenty-four hours.

"I figured it out? When will I be willing to come back? I will send a special plane to pick you up." The sound of Lao Zhuang being familiar with him came from the other end of the phone. It made Brother Huan look very enthusiastic.

"Pretend to be enthusiastic." Tang Huan curled his lips. "I'll ask you for someone."

"Who?" Lao Zhuang suddenly felt wary of being on guard. "You kid, don't do anything bad. Some people's identities are top secrets. I can't reveal them to you. That is risk of treason."

Tang Huan did not argue with him and said lightly: "The surname is Long. He is from Baicheng. There is a daughter named Longxiang."

Tang Huan believes that even if Lao Zhuang is completely unaware of this information, he can quickly collect sufficiently detailed information.

After all, Tang Huan's original unit focused on intelligence, and it was also an international confidential intelligence agency. Who among the leaders of domestic intelligence units had no friendship with Lao Zhuang?

As expected, Lao Zhuang had never heard of this person. However, he made a decision and called Tang Huan three minutes later and gave him what he wanted.

Lao Zhuang's identity, including the institutions he manages, has a dual identity. It can be said to be a military institution and is directly under the State Council. It has a high level and great authority. Lao Zhuang even gave up more favorable treatment and military rank in order to stay in this unit. It can be said to be the soul of the entire unit.

Tang Huan lit a cigarette, waited for less than three minutes before the phone rang.

"Aren't you going to live an ordinary life? Why are you interested in investigating this person?" Lao Zhuang's voice was a little low. "I'll give you a piece of advice. If you really want to live an ordinary life, don't get involved. It's very complicated, and it even involves several provincial leaders."

Tang Huan raised his eyebrows slightly. He never expected that this battle between the forces of Baicheng was so widespread.

"Tell me specifically." Tang Huan asked, responding to her calm heart.

"The guy named Long you asked about is currently serving in Qincheng Prison. Because of his good performance, he can go out in less than a year. It is said that he can talk to many important people in it." Lao Zhuang said in amazement. "This old guy can really make a fortune everywhere. Even Qincheng Prison can expand his connections. It's really not simple."

This person is called Longzu, a native of Baicheng. He was involved in gangs in the early years. Later, after nearly ten years of operation, the Manpan business was whitewashed. Of course, there were problems with the social atmosphere at that time. Otherwise, such a big man who started his career in gangs would have been thrown into prison long ago. How could he be so popular for so many years?

In recent years, the central government has cracked down on the crackdown in various places, and finally cut off the cancer of Baicheng in one piece. This has also led to many provincial leaders being dismissed. It can be said that it is a major earthquake in the officialdom and has even been on TV news.

But Tang Huan didn't believe that this was the so-called crackdown. I'm afraid it was a cruel official battle, which ended with the failure of the Dragon Ancestor, right?

"So it's such a big impact." Tang Huan narrowed his eyes slightly.

It’s not that Long Xiang is so respectful. It turns out that his father reached such a high status back then.

"You kid, don't get involved." Lao Zhuang reminded. "Although we are not in the same system as them, it is also very troublesome to really combine it."

"Who has to do with you? You are you, I am me. What's the matter?" Tang Huan corrected Lao Zhuang's words and asked. "Since you have checked Long Zu, you should have checked Mr. Fu as well?"

"He was the big winner of that year." Lao Zhuang said concisely. "In the early years, the two sides fought very well. Later, the Dragon Ancestor entered, and he was the biggest winner. And he has made many small moves recently to stop the Dragon Ancestor from coming out."

After a brief pause, Lao Zhuang said meaningfully: "Did you offend someone surnamed Fu?"

"Isn't it considered offense?" Tang Huan shrugged. "Just slapped him twice."

Brother Huan brags a little bit. If he really dares to slap Mr. Fu twice, the latter can tolerate him calling Lao Zhuang in a sound way? I'm afraid he's going to dial the number with his butt.

With a sigh, Lao Zhuang pursed his lips and said, "You kid is talking about living an ordinary life while offending such local snakes. Can you do something worry-free?"

"It's not what I took the initiative to provoke." Tang Huan smiled.

"Do you want me to come forward and talk to that old guy?" Lao Zhuang planned to take action himself.

Tang Huan knew that if Lao Zhuang really came in to discuss, the whole thing would become more complicated. It is very likely that it would be unfavorable to Lao Zhuang.

Of course, it was not that Lao Zhuang was afraid of Mr. Fu's power. It was that he was a person who was in an intelligence agency and negotiated with someone with a unclear foundation. If the person above knew about it, how could he not talk to Lao Zhuang? A stern warning was inevitable.

"You can handle my business yourself. You don't need to cry for rats." Tang Huan curled his lips. "Just take care of those bunnies."

Lao Zhuang had long numbed Tang Huan's teasing, and suddenly changed the subject. "Have you seen those monkeys Guo Fei? How about it, are there many satisfied?"

"The combat effectiveness is pretty good. It has the style of the past." Tang Huan mentioned this, his eyes slightly gloomy. "I have never seen it in terms of strategy or actual combat, so I will not comment on it."

"If you have a chance, please give me some advice-"

"Lao Zhuang." Tang Huan's voice suddenly became low. "Can you stop talking?"

Lao Zhuang, on the other end of the phone, opened his mouth, and his originally cheerful face became dim: "Well. Go and do it. Remember what I said, if you don't join in, try not to fight with those local snakes. They are quite powerful and have something to do in the capital."

"I understand." Tang Huan said indifferently. "I'm hung up."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Huan took a deep breath of cigarettes. The gloomy face lasted for a long time. The dark eyes also faded away, leaving only the coldness and violence. Even the driver who drove felt the cold breath in the car. He wondered how the weather was cold.
Chapter completed!