Chapter 1202: Do I have a son?

Feng Junzhen looked at Qin Hao, a look of horror.
She was also an official wife. When she saw Qin Qin wearing a very ordinary dress, but the kind of awesome gas field, it is amazing, that is, the young master of Mr. Lu, there is no such gas field.
The arrogance of the nobleness is not as artificial as the nobles of the dignitaries, but the generality of his bones.
"Oh, is your mother promoted? Or..." Feng Junzhen couldn't help but curiously ask.
"My mom has long since resigned, but my grandfather is a bit of a force. There should be no problem in flattening the south of Xiangnan."
"At least the name of Ding, I am not in my eyes."
Qin Yu patiently explained one sentence.
"Mom, don't ask, Qin Da will definitely save my dad."
"Qin brother, there are still three days, my father was sentenced last month, three days later is the day of the shooting, my brother, they are not going to be a formal procedure, just want to kill my dad..."
After Xu Yiyi had not finished, he was interrupted by Qin Lan: "There are many ways for them to kill a person. Even if your father does not enter the number, Ding will use other means."
"The most important thing at the moment is to turn the case over and review the matter for retrial. This will restore your father's work in the future and keep his statement. This is as important as life."
"As for those who deal with Ding, it is a simple matter."
Qin Lan took over the tea handed by Feng Junzhen and took a sip, adding another sentence.
"If you want to turn over the case, you must have Mr. Lu, and those who have personally decided to finalize my father."
"Mr. Lu is afraid that he will not be afraid of trouble. Those people are the ones of Ding Jiaqiu, I am afraid it is difficult."
Xu Yiyi said.
"You go to find someone who can put them together. Time is tight, I will talk to them directly."
Qin Lan thought for a moment.
"Right, Tomorrow’s son, Lu Yajie, had a birthday party and held a grand birthday party at the Wanfu Hotel. These people will definitely go to the show and I will hear that Ding’s Ding Mo will also go.

"At the moment, the family is very big, so even Mr. Lud has to let them some points!"
Xu Yiyi said.
"Ding's family called Ding Da, who used to sell lunch boxes on the street. From last year, he suddenly announced that he had risen and controlled the underground forces in the sand area. No one dared to provoke him, who would offend him. I can't live."
"In the sand, the shackles are official, or dry, and they are afraid of him like a tiger!"
"Mr. Lu originally wanted to use my old hand to pull out the cancer. I didn't want to let the old man go in. He also hid. I heard that in order to clear the relationship with Lao Xu, his son's birthday party was also a special trip. I asked Ding Da’s son to say that he wanted to borrow a living reconciliation."
"Oh, I have pity on my old man, and I was shot by a man."
Feng Junzhen lamented on the side.
"No matter who he is, how big backstage is there, I am coming, it is the end of Ding's family."
Qin Haosen said.
"Feng Auntie, Yiyi, here are some of the medicines that I brought. You are tired of these days and will have a miraculous effect after taking it."
"You take medicine, I will go out first."
After two sentences, Qin Lan left the old house and went to the most prosperous Furong Road in the sand.
To understand the underground power of a city, the bar is definitely a good place to go.
Qin Lan entered a bar that looked very lively. The men and women, like the devil and the ghost, were mad with the music and twisted their bodies. It was obviously eaten, and they were intoxicated by the frenzy.
"Little brother, face is very ah, do you want to order something good, the price is cheap, one hundred and eight, keep you in the sky."
A yellow-haired boy came over and revealed a small transparent plastic bag from his pocket. The inside was a colorful pill, and he rushed his eyes.
"Well, I have to do all of this, and then I will accompany you for a while, drink me, how?"
Qin Lan took out two thick stacks of banknotes from his pocket and threw them in his arms. He asked with a smile.
The younger brother’s eyes were straight, and he slid his money into his pocket. He looked at Qin’s eyes and looked at his own ancestors:
Little brother, can’t come out, big hand. Cheng, you want to ask, the younger brother is safe.
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"I want to ask, after twelve o'clock, who has the final say?"
Qin Hao asked.
"It used to be Xu Jia, Xu Jiaxuan was a businessman, and the largest martial art Hengshan school in southern Hunan was the one who was Xu’s relatives. This relationship was covered. It’s natural that Xu’s family has the final say. However, in the past year, When Ding Ye rises, Mr. Lian has to look at his face, and Xu family can only stay behind."
"You have to ask the background of Ding Ye, that can be deep, his uncle, is the teacher of Qin Hou's son."
"Specific swearing heads, we outsiders do not understand, anyway, after twelve o'clock, this place is that Ding Ye has the final say."
"Wrong, which point is Ding Ye said."
"As far as I am concerned, it is also taken by the people under the hands of Ding Ye. People are black and white."
"What, sir?"
Huang Mao’s expression is exaggerated.
"The teacher of Qin Hou's son, Qin Hou has a son?"
Qin Xiaojue’s ridiculousness, he wants to leave a root for Lin Biao and others, but for now, this flying son, his heart is really not counted.
"Hey, there are still fakes, two-year-old dolls that are just as good as the ancestors!"
"Forget it, there are so many things to tell you~EbookFREE.me~ In the sand, chewing Dingye’s tongue, it will cause trouble."
Huang Mao said a few words, took a picture of the banknote in his pocket, and said: "Man, thank you, play the mink." Finished, go and take care of yourself.
Qin Lan walked out of the bar and threw the pocket of the pill. I was probably a bit of a bit about Ding. I could sell this stuff, not a good bird.
However, the things around here are afraid to be carefully considered.
This time it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Qin Lan originally wanted to go to the Qin Bang's supervision hall, but when he thought about it, he stayed on the foot. So late, the person in charge may not be in the hall. Still go for it tomorrow.
Since the outbreak of Wu'an County, Qin Gang spent a lot of money and manpower to set up a monitoring hall in various places to guard against the presence of local snakes and corrupt officials.
However, because reliable and capable people are limited in the end, all the Jiangdong provinces send out the disciplined disciples, but the more southward, the more elected people, many people have not heard of Qin Yu, these selected people Most of them are local fame or people who have been brought to the Qin dynasty. With the prestige to form a monitoring hall, they are responsible for managing local underground matters.
It is like sand, a provincial capital, who is the owner of the church. When he came, Qin did not check the information, and he did not know where the sacredness was.
However, after all, people who have not been trained in the main hall have great differences in quality, ability, and consciousness. Now it seems that the father and son of Ding can easily stare an upright official, and the road is scared. I dare not speak, and it is almost a joke to see that the Qin Gang’s surveillance in the south.
No, Dingye’s uncle, who became the son of his son, was really funny.
It seems that this time, the sand is not going to go, there is something to be done here.
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