Chapter 479

Tang Xi didn't come up with a solution even if she broke her head. Now she is like expensive porcelain. French men are inferior tiles. They touch tiles with porcelain. Anyone with a head knows it's not worth doing so.

But yellow hair is different. French men are more horizontal than French men. As the saying goes, horizontal men are afraid of death. For the sake of Miss Tang Er, yellow hair can not even want his own life. This is far beyond the reach of French men.

French man is also not afraid of death, but he is living a happy life and doesn't want to die.

If you don't want to die, you have to exchange negatives!

Photos are no more than other items. As long as you want, you can copy as many copies as you want. How can a despicable person like Shylock not keep more hands for self-defense?

Of course, Huang Mao thought of what he could think of, but Tang Xi couldn't cure him. Huang Mao had some ways to cure him.

Huang Mao not only got all the photos copied by Shylock, but also sent him to the most strictly monitored and terrible psychiatric hospital in China.

The French man had to accept inhuman torture every day in the mental hospital, which made him miserable and unbearable. He committed suicide in the mental hospital.

As soon as he died, Tang Xiyan was instantly alive. There was no need to worry about someone threatening her with those photos.

As for Huang Mao, such an easy-to-use secret weapon, Tang Xiyan certainly wants to do his best to control him in his own hands. Huang Mao is willing to do anything for his goddess.

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Another sleepless night.

Early in the morning, Zhang Mingdi covered his laptop that had been working all night, leaned back on his office chair and closed his eyes.

In the silent study, the man fell into meditation and lived for more than 30 years. He had already trained a rock solid heart. There were few things that could make him so flustered that he couldn't find the southeast and northwest. In his memory, he had such a state in his life and only twice, once when his mother died, and again, when Zhang Bing disappeared.

Two months after Zhang Bing's disappearance, he gathered forces from all sides and tried his best to search, but there was still no news.

Suddenly, his best assistant, Zhu Li, pushed open the study door.

The alert man opened his eyes in an instant, "what's the matter?"

"Boss, good news, our people just came to report and found your brother's figure in the monitoring!"

Zhang Mingdi immediately stood up from his seat, "where is it?"

"A small fishing village in the lower reaches of the Yanjiang river."

"Go!" they quickly stepped out of the study and went straight to the small fishing village in Zhu Li's mouth.

A black Hummer galloped on the road in the morning light. It was about three hours' drive from city a to the small fishing village. Zhang Mingdi sat in the back seat with an ultra-thin laptop on his knee.

He called and ordered his men to transfer the surveillance video that found his brother's trace to his notebook.

There have been several Oolong incidents suspected of Zhang Bing before. Each time, he went with hope and returned disappointed. Emperor Zhang Ming wanted to see the monitoring with his own eyes so that he could have a bottom in his heart.

The disappointment after that hope is too painful.

Rao is the unyielding Zhang Mingdi, and he can't bear such torture.

The surveillance video was successfully transmitted. Zhang Mingdi firmly grasped the laptop on his knee and stared at the picture on the screen. At this moment, even the air felt his tension.

Zhu Li in the co driver's seat also looked back, with a nervous expression on his face.

It took a short time for the monitoring to capture the picture of suspected Zhang Bing. It took about one minute. In the picture, a young man in a white T-shirt handed over two baskets of fresh fish to the shopkeeper in the store of an aquatic products wholesale market. The shopkeeper weighed them, and then the two chatted. The white T-shirt man took a few banknotes from the shopkeeper, Then he left the wholesale market with a smile.

Zhang Mingdi looked back and forth several times, and then fixed the picture on the front of the monitor when the man turned around. Zoom in, and then zoom in. The close-up of his face was very blurred and could not be seen clearly. He frowned and opened the clear picture of the subordinates of the information department through technical operation.

It is still not very clear. After all, the pixels in the original picture are too slag. No matter how good the technology is, it is difficult for a skillful woman to cook without rice.

However, the picture after operation is better than the original picture. I don't know how many times, at least I can see the people's facial features in the picture.

Zhang Mingdi held his breath and stared at the photos on the screen. The people in the picture were darker and thinner than Zhang Bing. Zhang Bing's hairstyles from small to large were designed by the top barbers in the high-end club, and the young man in the picture had a bad hairstyle of only eight yuan in the street barber shop.

Zhang Bing is very smelly and strict about his image. He only wears high-definition clothes of luxury brands. He never wears roadside stalls, let alone cheap flip flops to wander the street

There are too many different, too many.

After several disappointments, Zhang Mingdi did not dare to draw a conclusion this time, for fear that he would be disappointed and painful again.

He had seen the video. Zhu Li looked back and said, "boss, how's it going? Is it your brother?"

The man covered the computer on his knee, held his hands tightly on his legs, leaned against the back of the car, slowly closed his eyes and shook his head vaguely. He was not sure, or he was afraid to give himself hope. In the end, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"How long will it take to get there?" he asked.

Only when he saw the man himself could he be sure whether it was Zhang Bing or not.

Julie raised his wrist and looked at the time. "There's probably more than an hour left. Er, if there's no special circumstances, we should be there at 9:30."

At this point, it is the rush hour. There are many cars and people on the road. Even if they drive hummers, they can't walk fast.

Zhang Mingdi nodded and closed his eyes.

Zhu Li looked at the boss. He didn't know what the boss was thinking. He grabbed his head and didn't dare to disturb Zhang Mingdi. He also turned around to learn from him to close his eyes.

The car was silent for a moment, as if a needle fell to the ground.

A hundred miles away, someone got up slowly humming a tune and walked down the stairs to have breakfast.

"Xiaohai, it's time to eat!" the old man slept a little and got up early. The old couple had already sat at the table and had a meal.

Breakfast is very simple, white porridge with some pickles, and then fry a few fresh small sea fish. The most important thing they need is fish.

"Hey, mom and Dad, morning ~" Xiao Hai rubbed his bleary sleeping face and was a little embarrassed. In fact, he got up half an hour earlier today than the previous two days. Unexpectedly, he was so much later than the two old people. The bed was his best friend. He was so comfortable that he couldn't bear to separate from his best friend!

The child pondered and estimated that before he lost his memory, he might have had difficulty getting up.

"Xiaohai, it's getting late. After breakfast, let's start quickly." Dad Yang said.

They are people who rush to the sea. As the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm, especially when they rush to the sea.

In recent years, due to human overfishing and the shortage of fish resources in the offshore area, only by driving the sea ship to the deep sea can we harvest some. In the past, they would set out at dawn.

But now the situation is not special. The new son can't get up. The second old man wondered whether Xiaohai hasn't fully recovered, so he didn't ask him to get up at the time of departure in the past, and specially asked the new son to sleep more.

"Dad, mom, I must get up early tomorrow." Xiaohai was ashamed because he got up late and delayed his time to catch the sea.

He promised himself that he would get up early tomorrow even if he didn't want to give up that bed. He couldn't let two old people who loved him wait for him.