Sun Xiaodong is a member of the Freemason.

So is Zou Pingyi.

At this time, Chen Liang couldn't help but recall the strange posture when Sun Xiaodong inserted his left hand into his clothes when he entered the door just now.

Almost forgot.

Melissa told him that this gesture has always been a special gesture for Masonic people to distinguish their own people.

Fortunately, he has been thinking about the other party’s intentions.

In fact, the other party had told him from the very beginning.

"Sir Chen, I just saw Sun Xiaodong and the Gaoli man driving away. Do you want to continue monitoring?"

Tang Xiaolong turned around and said.

"no need."

Chen Liang, who pulled the door into the car, sat in the back seat and closed the door.

"Don't worry about them anymore."

Tang Xiaolong nodded, and without asking why, he started the car and left Yundian Club.

Chen Liang rubbed his eyebrows, slowly exhale, and was silent for a while.

"...Do you know Zou Pingyi?"

"Of course I know."

Tang Xiaolong responded very quickly, and his tone was filled with instinctive awe and subconscious yearning.

"Mr. Zou was the richest man in the East China Sea before. There should be no one in the East China Sea who don't know him. He has a high prestige in the East China Sea. If nothing happened, I'm afraid now..."

"Do you know why he was arrested?"

Tang Xiaolong raised his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror, "I don't know. It is said that it was because of business problems, but it must be that simple. That level of struggle is not something that ordinary people can understand."

indeed.

Tang Xiaolong is right.

When you reach a certain position, even if you make a mistake occasionally, it is difficult to fall to pieces in an instant.

What's more, Zou Pingyi's level.

His rapid collapse can only explain two problems.

Or, offended the big man from Gao Hi, several planes,

Or, he violated a taboo that should not be touched and must be eradicated.

Chen Liang closed his eyes slightly, as if he closed his eyes and rested, but from the beating of his eyelids, he could tell that he was not resting.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should probably be related to Freemasonry...

"By the way, Mr. Chen, the year when Mr. Zou fell, Governor Zhao had just been transferred to Donghai. It seemed that the case he was sponsoring at that time."

Tang Xiaolong suddenly said.

With his fingers gently tapping his knee, Chen Liang still closed his eyes and said, "Go to Donghai TV."

...

"Qiko, your favorite hazelnut latte."

Mao Zhuo smiled softly and placed the coffee he had just bought on his desk.

Zhao Qingzi, who was writing the article, was still looking at the computer screen, typing on the keyboard, and not turning his head.

"Thanks."

Mao Zhuo's smile was a little stiff, but he didn't say anything. He stood next to Zhao Qingzi for a while, and then went to deliver coffee to other colleagues.

"Everyone has coffee."

"Oh, we are benefiting from Xiao Zhao's favor."

An uncle from Mediterranean glasses took the free coffee and sighed.

"Xiao Zhao has a very high vision. If my daughter is older, I will definitely introduce her to Mao Zhuo, the child."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman who admired Mao Zhuo very much.

Zhao Qingzi ignored the office's comments and focused on writing.

She has always been like this, being independent and never cared about other people's opinions and visions.

"Crackling..."

Although it is rumored that she has a great background, her work ability is obvious to all. She can easily write a press release and completed half of it in the blink of an eye.

At some point, a figure stood behind her. She should have noticed it, but she was not distracted.

She frowned slightly until the other party picked up the cup of hazelnut latte without hesitation and started drinking it.

Mao Zhuo probably won't do such a thing.

It's even more impossible for others.

The keyboard typing finally stopped, and she turned around coldly.

The guy who didn't treat himself as an outsider held the coffee and looked at the English manuscript that was about to be completed on the computer as if nothing had happened.

"It's a bit cold, but the manuscript is well written."

The unkind cold air gradually dissipated, and Zhao Qingzi was silent for a while and did not get angry.

"How did you come in?"

Chen Liang smiled.

"You are not a major authority here. I will not be stopped by the security guard with my business card."

Zhao Qingzi was silent.

"It's okay, keep writing, I'll wait for you."

Chen Liang said relaxedly, and said, taking another sip of the latte.

Zhao Qingzi glanced at the latte, without reminding him of the origin of the latte, and turned around and continued to complete the unfinished work.

Chen Liang stood quietly behind her, and his posture seemed to be like a leader supervising the work of his subordinates.

A few minutes later.

Zhao Qingzi finished typing the last word, then saved the file and sent it to an email address, and then turned off the computer.

"Let's go."

"It's not time to get off work yet. It's really okay if you leave like this?"

Zhao Qingzi didn't accept his kindness, so he tidied up his desk and walked straight out.

Chen Liang shrugged and followed with the coffee.

"Qingzi..."

corridor.

Zhao Qingzi and Mao Zhuo collided.

Before Mao Zhuo's smile could be fully bloomed, he saw Comrade Chen Liang who was kidnapped out.

Especially when he noticed the latte in the other person's hand, his smile became even stiffer.

"Chen, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Liang nodded and smiled.

He still had some impression of the male reporter who interviewed him with Zhao Qingzi, but he just couldn't remember the name.

"I will transfer the coffee money to you later."

After saying this, Zhao Qingzi continued to move forward and passed by Mao Zhuo.

Upon hearing this, Chen Liang's expression became a little embarrassed and he immediately followed.

"Did someone buy this coffee for you?"

Walking out of the TV station, Chen Liang said strangely.

Zhao Qingzi stopped, turned his head and looked at him. He was no longer as cold as he was on the stage. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he seemed to be smiling.

“Is it delicious?”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Chen Liang smiled bitterly.

This is indeed a bit unauthentic.

He should have said sorry to others just now.
To be continued...