Chapter 122
Yangcheng Center CBD Business, Hengke Real Estate Group Building, 58th floor.
It was originally Wang Changjiang's office.
Ye Yuan sat in the leather chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the financial building not far away from this building.
The middle-aged butler Huang Chuan, just like when Wang Changjiang was still there, stood respectfully not far away.
His fingertips tapped on the table, making a clicking sound.
…
In the eyes.
The financial building, as well as the surrounding intersections... the constant flow of traffic, the busy commuters inside and outside the building... endless information, passing by in the sea.
After leaving the Yangcheng Police Detective Bureau, Ye Yuan seemed to be a drop of water, blending into the vast Yangcheng city, hiding in the shadows with pairs of eyes, searching inch by inch.
An atmosphere and aura of silence began to envelope some people.
Ye Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the path in front of him. The cold and precise path was like the trajectory of fate, engraved between heaven and earth:
January 20, 2021. 17:09:21 PM, the rush hour for work is coming soon....You sit on the chair that Wang Changjiang once made, and you cast your eyes like a god of death on the Ding family in the financial building.
On the same day, at 17:15:30 in the afternoon, you prepared to blockade the Financial Center Building...
Endless panic descended on Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai!
However...this is just a trick you started casually.
……
Ye Yuan passed Huangchuan
"Pay attention to that building..."
He pointed his finger and said to Huang Chuan beside him.
Paying attention to the time, he followed and sent an instruction to Yang Xianmin.
It happened to be 17:15:30 in the afternoon.
In busy Yangcheng, CBD business Center, with the Financial Center Building as the starting point, a network of roads extending out like a spider web...
A familiar, yet strange scene happened.
Ding!
Ding!
Buzz...
Walking among the zebra crossings, stopping at The location of the intersection, the figures stepping off the bus... Passers- by of different ages, different genders, and different jobs, their mobile phones vibrate one after another.
We will provide the money, you just need to contribute, and you can get a thousand yuan in a few hours.
Dear members, hello! Regular customer gift of 20 yuan in December...
Hello, I am Huang Xue, add me:...
Spam text messages are sent out one by one.
…
Different from the previous time when Ye Yuan controlled Wang Changjiang's motorcade, the people who received the news this time were more hidden and more precise.
The afterglow of the setting sun was falling, and gradually it even melted into the central building. A long distance away from the car, a driver received a call and message.
One, it’s all done quietly..
……
After issuing the command.
Ye Yuan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes fell on the city below where the neon lights were constantly lighting up.
Time passes minute by second.
Not long.
With special attention, Ye Yuan was able to notice that the road network derived from the Financial Center Building as the origin began to have more obscure congestion than before.
It started with a pedestrian... then at an intersection, a minor car accident... spread to an entire road…
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January 20, 2021, 17:25:45 pm.
Yangcheng, urban traffic control center.
The dense traffic network appears in front of all staff in different colors.
Computers monitor every intersection
"No... something is wrong."
Qian Zhigang, who has worked for half his life at the traffic control center, stood in front of the huge screen, raised his head, looked at the flashing red road network, and suddenly said in a deep voice
"It is somewhat similar to the situation on Christmas Eve, December 24…"
"Someone is manipulating traffic again."
Qian Zhigang took a deep breath and looked horrified.
……
One message after another, the relevant concealment departments were notified.
Yangcheng Police Detective Bureau, gray six-story building
"According to calculation"
"The center of all road network congestion and congestion this time...should be the Yangcheng CBD Financial Center Building!"
Wearing uniforms, middle-aged staff, Shen Shenghui reported.
In front of everyone is the road network in the core area of the Financial Center Building. Every intersection where there is an accident is called out one after another.
"Ye Yuan is eyeing this building."
Stand back."
Cheng Xiaoxian said, his eyes flickering, and then he said:"Ding Hongjun, and Qian Wanhai.""
The figures of the two Ding family members were not too hidden. They seemed to be pushed to the front of the stage, intentionally waiting for Ye Yuan to stretch out his claws to them.
…
Yangcheng, a secret conference room.
A square of virtual projections lit up, looking towards the front of the conference room.
All messages and phone calls sent through Yang Xianmin were captured
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Financial Center Building, office on the 39th floor.
Ding Hongjun answered the call expressionlessly.
After hanging up the phone, he slammed the phone on the floor.
"We were targeted by Ye Yuan."
Ding Hongjun looked at Qian Wanhai, his face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice
"what to do?"
"what should we do?"
Qian Wanhai's face changed suddenly and he asked in panic.
Although he hated Ye Yuan deeply, starting from Wang Luo of Hengke Real Estate Group, and later Nian Guanshi, Lin Junxiong, and Ding Ruilong of their family.
Then. An accident happened together, making them equally scared and panicked!
This big hand began to reach out to them!…
"Can't get out for now."
Ding Hongjun recalled the news on the phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the busy traffic and feasting at his feet. He was facing Qian Wanhai and said in a deep voice:"They said that starting from this building under our feet... we can go out. All intersections were blocked."
After that, he focused his eyes, looked at Qian Wanhai, and said:
"In other words, if we go into the city at this time, we will give Ye Yuan the opportunity to mobilize more resources."
…
"Blockade the Financial Center Building!"
"From now on, anyone…"
"No entry or exit allowed!"
The dull sound of words exploded
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Next door, Hengke Real Estate Group Building.
Ye Yuan looked at the changes in the building opposite, and the skin on his cheeks gradually became rosy. _Feilu reminds you: three things about reading - collect, recommend, and share!
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