After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

Han Qian, who had never appeared in prison, finally went to visit him. Others visited the prison through the glass, but this guy went directly into the prison, carrying an oversized thermos box in his hand and two bottles of Maotai in his other hand. There was a cigarette underneath.

The warden who walked into the cell together was helpless, but what could he do? He owed Han Qian a favor. He hooked up with a cannon and ran away, causing Han Qian to be injured. How could he repay this favor?

Han Qian opened the thermos boxes one by one and smiled at the three stunned people.

"What are you doing standing around here? Come here and have a drink! Can Guan Junbiao, the warden, please bring me here?"

"cannot!"

"Can you help me?"

"no!"

"Then you can help me deliver these dishes and cigarettes? Can you help me with this little favor?"

"Next time you ask me to run errands, just tell me! Don't you think it's a waste of brain cells?"

The warden took the things and left. The cell door was closed. Han Qian smiled and asked you to run errands? Bah, I just want to get rid of you!

After getting four glasses of wine from the paper cup, Han Qian looked at Tu Xiao who was stunned and said with a wry smile.

"I'm not in jail. I'm here to have a meal with you. It's not just a farewell drink. Vice President Gao will be able to go out probably tomorrow, but you two..."

Looking at Liu Guangming and Tu Xiao, Han Qian frowned, pondered for a moment and then spoke softly.

"Stay a few more days and I'm thinking of a solution."

Liu Guangming chuckled while holding the wine glass.

"Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I don't want to think about anything here. I just do some work every day and that's just exercise. I'll stay with Lao Tu and let Vice President Gao go back and deal with the glory matters first."

Gao Xingyi said lightly.

"Master Han, what should I do with that Tang Wei?"

Han Qian held the wine glass and smiled.

"Him? Didn't I tell you his fate earlier? I'm surprised that you can save Yang Lan this time,"

Gao Xingyi said lightly.

"I just hate men who force women to have sex. This time Lin Zongheng and Niu Guodong team up to deal with you, so be careful."

"They're just clowns. I'm too lazy to pay attention to them. I'll solve all your troubles first, and then deal with them one by one. Drink and drink. We have to drink quickly. After a while, the Lord of Hell will come back to urge me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the warden's voice came through the door.

"Han Qian, who do you think is the Lord of Hell?"

Han Qian picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, stood up and walked out the door, turning to Gao Xing and shouted.

"I cooked it all for you with my own hands, don't waste it! I have to leave first, the Lord of Hell will be impatient after a while."

After being grabbed by the shoulders and thrown out of the prison, Han Qian patted his wrinkled suit. What he had to do was not over yet.

Not long after, Uncle Zhong's car stopped in front of Han Qian, and the old man and the young man drove out of the city and went straight to the villa outside the suburbs.

Uncle Zhong opened the door of a warehouse and told Han Qian that this warehouse used to be a place where the young master collected antiques. After the young master left, these antiques were buried together. Han Qian asked softly what kind of person Qian Huan was. Uncle Zhong hesitated. Yes, he said softly after a long time.

"Both young masters are good, but the young master is more down-to-earth."

Uncle Zhong asked a riddle, but Han Qian did not ask further questions, leaving Uncle Zhong to talk about Qian Huan behind his back. This was not a clear question, but Han Qian still got the answer in this riddle. Maybe Qian Huan was not as good as he said. OK!

Walking into the deepest part of the warehouse, Uncle Zhong opened a door. Han Qian saw a dying guy lying on a hospital bed, and he frowned.

"Is this person still alive?"

Uncle Zhong said calmly.

"With a sigh of relief, my family is under the control of the Lin family and they dare not speak. I can't do anything to him. Young Master, you may be able to do something."

Han Qian stepped forward, looked down at the man lying on the hospital bed wearing an oxygen mask, and took a deep breath.

"You should be the one Wei Tiancheng left behind! I will arrange for your family to be sent to Wei Tiancheng for him to take care of, provided you can give me a satisfactory answer."

The man who wanted to bury Su Liang alive slowly reached out and took off the oxygen mask. He told Han Qian intermittently that he had seen the meeting between Niu Guodong and Lin Mengde when he was with Wei Tiancheng. Han Qian asked if there was any actual evidence. , the man closed his eyes.

Han Qian turned and left. When Uncle Zhong went out, he pulled the switch and the room became dark.

After leaving the warehouse, Han Qian let out a long sigh.

"If Hou Cong is alive or Wei Tiancheng is by my side, it will be easier to handle."

Uncle Zhong followed Han Qian with his waist hunched over and asked a question that Han Qian couldn't figure out.

"Master, what do you think of my wife!"

"My aunt? She calls her aunt, but she is mother in her heart! My aunt lost two sons, and I try my best to satisfy her. For example, she hopes that I can marry more wives, ha! My aunt is worried about a grandson. Not enough points, right? Uncle Zhong, can you take care of the children?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head and whispered.

"I can kill people, and my skills are very good."

"Can I leave once?"

"You can fly tonight."

"Go to the airport!"

Uncle Zhong is the best candidate to go to Canada to find Wei Tiancheng. He is the only confidant Han Qian trusts who can speak a foreign language. Airport! Uncle Zhong paid for the security check and told Han Qian when he came back that this time he was working for the young master and had nothing to do with his wife. He hoped that no matter what happened in the future, he would treat his wife better and visit her home more often.

Han Qian smiled.

"Would you like to eat more apple-filled dumplings? If I want to eat them, it depends on whether my aunt can make them for me, Uncle Zhong! What kind of person is my aunt? An iron lady?"

Uncle Zhong chuckled.

"A weak woman was forced to become an iron lady."

Han Qian said softly.

"Uncle Zhong, there is something I haven't told my aunt yet. It seems that Qian Huan did not commit suicide."

After speaking out, Uncle Zhong lowered his head, remained silent for a moment and then whispered.

"We all know in our hearts that Liu Shengge's people took away the master's life and the young master's legs. Our people took away Liu Shengge's wife's life and took away Liu Shengge's foundation as a man. This is already even. Well, the death of the eldest young master was caused by someone else. We know it in our hearts, and Liu Shengge also knows it in his heart, but Madam. The relationship is very good, but the young master is too proud."

"The deceased is great. No matter what Qian Huan has done or how proud he is, I think he is a good son and a coastal little golden dragon who deserves to be remembered. But I will not burn incense for him. I am not his substitute." Pin, it is my aunt who I respect and be filial, and it is Qian Ling who treats me well, not Qian Huan, Uncle Zhong, please understand."

"Master, you have done a very good job, otherwise I would not leave Binhai this time."

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Han Qian went to the bathroom. The first thing he did when he entered the bathroom was to call Yu Shici and ask the woman to find a way to get his mobile phone number in the morning.

All numbers.

Yu Shici quickly sent an oversized file. Looking at the densely packed phone numbers, Han Qian looked at them one by one. He closed his eyes and recalled, and then tried to dial several numbers, but all of them were empty.

Han Qian is not in a hurry!

He left the bathroom and went to find the airport staff. Not long after, his cell phone rang. It was an overseas number. Han Qian pressed the connect button without speaking. The other party was also silent. When Han Qian was about to hang up, the person on the other side A Japanese woman's cooing voice came.

Han Qian took a deep breath.

"Moses, Moses, Han Sang?"

Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then said feebly.

"What the hell are you going to Japan to do? Do you know that I was almost arrested because of you?"

"Hahahaha, I've already called the person holding your phone, Han Qian! Think about it? Give Cui Li a way out?"

"That rich?"

"It's good to have a happy life. If things get worse, I can be your bodyguard. He has been training his skills in Japan."

Feng Lun's tone was serious, Han Qian said calmly.

"If you can guess what I'm going to do next, I might consider it, but I may not agree to it."

Feng Lun chuckled.

"I'm at the airport, what do you think? This time Niu Guodong did such a great job, you have to fight back if you count the time, but if you want to fight back, you need a key person. That's why you saved this person's life."

After listening to Feng Lun's words, Han Qian was really a little scared. He frowned and took a deep breath, and then sighed.

“There are ways to accomplish your goals if you don’t take the wrong path.”

Feng Lun smiled lightly.

"My goal? My goal is to create a god and kill the other two false gods. My wish is to see others do what I want to do. If I don't do it, I'm too lazy."

"Wait for my call in twenty hours."

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Zhong had already registered to go to the capital and was preparing to transfer.

Han Qian left the airport and drove straight to Shengjing.

At 10:30 in the evening, Han Qian boarded the plane to Canada.

He wants to go there himself!