Cao Xihai did not and did not want to participate in the conversation between Ruan Xiao and Liu Chan, even though he had long realized that this seemingly just a secret exchange between two unrelated people was very likely to determine the direction of his career in the remaining ten years of his life, and even affect his life trajectory.

He still maintained the posture of sitting in the chair, spun the black pen in his hand in vain, and turned his eyes to the window, and the originally clear sky was suddenly wrapped in a layer of clouds, just like his state of mind at the moment, and as if he was really shrouded in the increasingly strange and solemn atmosphere over Lotus City.

Cao Xihai took a deep look at the faint shadow of himself in the window, the once young and energetic body has gradually become a little blurred and tired after years and frost portrayal.

He sighed slightly, but he was much more relaxed.

A man with no background and no ambition, from a small police officer, climbed step by step to the top of the public security system in Lianhua City, a prefecture-level city, with a high position.

Cao Xihai knew that the Gu family had given him too much.

It's just that he gradually got used to the taste of immersing himself in this kind of power, which made him unable to let go.

But he also knows that this director of public security is already his peak.

If you want to go further, you have to have a big chance, but the chance of this chance happening is pitiful.

He suddenly had a detached mentality.

Ruan Xiao walked out of the room that was not like a prison cell, but suppressed a strange atmosphere, and exhaled deeply, unable to hide his excitement, but the slightly young face did not show a single point.

He walked into Cao Xihai's office and said a few polite words, but his eyes kept looking at the expression on Cao Xihai's face, as if he wanted to find something from the face that had been carved by wind and frost.

Cao Xihai's gaze towards Ruan Xiao still exuded a faint hint of appreciation.

As the saying goes, the sword blade is sharpened, and Secretary Ruan, who he used to look down on, is slowly entering his eyes at this moment.

He had a feeling that this young man, who had always exuded a soft smile on his face, would go many, much better than him in the future.

"Brother Cao, I'll go first, thank you!"

Ruan Xiao said goodbye quietly, but at this moment he had a new task, but the current matter seemed to have become much simpler and smoother after the trip to the Public Security Bureau.

This Cao Xihai is indeed one of the power cores of the Gu family, and Ruan Xiao has never seen a trace of anxiety on this man's face.

Two people with their own thoughts, but always standing on the same side, like two silk threads of different colors, entwined with each other, but still clearly visible.

Xingcheng, a suburb of the city.

A villa-style attic on the shore of Daxing Lake, antique.

If Hao Jun sees it, he will definitely like it again, above the sparkling lake, pavilions and pavilions, unique to the world.

At that time, housing prices in Xingcheng were not as unattainable as in later generations.

But here, presumably no one who catches a glance at it will deliberately remember the price of this pavilion, which is a bit cheesy.

A middle-aged man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat in the corridor extending from the villa to the heart of the river, staring thoughtfully at the black and white chessboard in front of him, holding a particle in his right hand, but it never fell.

Behind him was a straight young man standing, with slightly thin lips and a high nose, but there was an indescribable evil aura on his face.

The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to himself, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was gentle and smooth, reassuring: "This game of chess, until now, is it alive, and it is getting more and more interesting, but there is less killing, and more harmony!"

The middle-aged man fell, unswervingly: "Green worm, you see, this big dragon has momentum and killing power at this moment!"

"What you're saying is that it's just that I don't know chess, but I like to play chess, isn't that a contradiction?"

The middle-aged man called the green worm said with a smile, but his smile always had an eerie feeling.

"Oh, you don't know how to play, how do you know I'm right?"

The middle-aged man raised his head suspiciously, looking at the young man, like a kind elder looking at the junior.

Qingworm was stunned for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly, he rushed over from noon, and watched the middle-aged man in front of him slowly descending, but he didn't dare to disturb in the slightest.

He is a character, and he is also a big man in Xingcheng.

Anyone who sees him will give him a little thin face, because he is the general manager of the largest nightclub and the largest real estate company in Xingcheng, of course, this is the identity on the surface, as for secretly, no one can tell.

The middle-aged man picked up another one and groaned.

fell suddenly, "It's just that I don't know who the person playing chess with me in front of me is, and whether he will take my moves, but if my son falls, it will be difficult for him to come back to life!"

The man smiled lightly, and Mouran exuded a powerful confidence.

The green worm was confused, but still listened like a good child.

"Have you done everything I told you to do?"

The middle-aged man seems to have really gotten to the point at this moment.

The expression on the green worm's face was very strange, but he still replied respectfully: "It's all done!"

The middle-aged man seemed to notice the expression on the green worm's face, and said calmly: "Your vision is too narrow after all!"

He picked up a piece on the chessboard at random, "So you're just a piece after all, you can't stand on the sidelines!"

Qingworm always kept his face calm and did not speak, he found that he was more and more unable to understand the thoughts and actions of the man in front of him, and every time he came into contact, the resistance in his heart deepened, presumably conspiracy and trickery, he preferred the competition of real strength.

As if sighing, the middle-aged man smiled self-deprecatingly, put the child back on the chessboard, and took care of himself.

And the green worm, at this moment, is like an old monk in a fixed place, standing indifferently behind the middle-aged man, very patiently "watching" the middle-aged man playing chess.

For a long time, the middle-aged man took out a few photos out of nowhere and handed them to the green worm behind him at random, "Since you did this, then let him go wherever he comes from!"

If Hao Jun was present, he would immediately be surprised to find that in these photos, there was an obese figure pressing on a woman dressed in white like snow, and a teenager in a black and white school uniform was roaring loudly in the lightning.

The green worm immediately took the photo, as if he had received a pardon, and the ** on his face was fully revealed, even though this place was picturesque, it always made him feel depressed.

But the middle-aged man continued to talk to himself: "No matter what the purpose of the person who cast the child at the beginning, but it helped me a lot, and when I fell again, this game of chess immediately surged, interesting and interesting, but I don't know if the person will continue to play against me, but I am interested in it!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the green worm was like being amnestied, he was not afraid of swords and blood, but he was not used to this seemingly relaxed, but very depressing atmosphere.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "You can't teach your son!"

It's like an old-fashioned old pedant.