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Chapter 2417 what is the truth

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    In a bar in the North District of Jiangcheng.

    Pei Lichuan said he was on a business trip, but in fact he did not leave Jiangcheng, but went to meet Liu Quan who was brought back by Lu Shen.

    Liu Quan's hands were tied behind his back, his shoulders and neck were tattooed, and his appearance was much rougher than in the photos. It was really difficult to find out among the crowd.

    "Liu Quan!" The man's voice was very calm and cold, appearing very vain and cold in the dark environment.

    Liu Quan shrunk his neck, and it took a long time to raise his neck and look up at Pei Lichuan, but after just one glance, he lowered his head very quickly, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Pei what do you want from me?"

    Liu Quan's father, Liu Dayong, was Zhang Mingzhu's driver for a long time. Liu Dayong was a good man, and Pei Lichuan had a good impression of him.  money to support him.

    Pei Lichuan and Zhang Mingzhu had a car accident, and Liu Dayong died, but Liu Quan didn't make a fuss, but ran out of the country in desperation, and there was a large amount of money in his account!  ?

    So Pei Lichuan always suspected that the car accident that day was man-made!

    "Liu Quan, your father is dead, and I'm going to give your Liu family a large sum of comfort money. Why don't you come to collect it? That money has been with me for a long time"

    Pei Lichuan crossed his long legs, his shiny leather shoes were spotless, and his suit trousers were not wrinkled at all. He was tall and elegant, and his voice was even lighter, as if he had really sent him money.

    But Liu Quan didn't dare to answer.

    "No, no, nomy father has always been Mr. Zhang's driver. If he was here, he would definitely not want the money. II"

    Before Liu Quan could finish speaking, a leather shoe had already stepped on his arm, and it fell to the ground with a cracking sound, causing Liu Quan to cry heart-piercingly.

    But before his voice came out, he was blocked by someone.

    "Liu Quan, since you don't want this money, I won't force it! Then tell me what happened to the sudden extra money in your account eight years ago?"

    Pei Lichuan's cold voice fell, and Liu Quan's other arm was also trampled on the ground.

    "That's that's" Liu Quan's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

    Part of it was pain, and the other part was scared by Pei Lichuan.

    Although he has been in foreign countries for many years, he has been paying attention to the news of Pei Lichuan. He is the boss of Hongshan. Think about how many big companies in the world are owned by Hongshan.  Can crush him to death!

    "Liu Quan, tell me, how much do you know about your father's car accident?"

    "If you don't say it, next year's today will be your memorial day!" Lu Shen smiled fiercely, but the more easily he said it, the scarier it was.

    Liu Quan's whole body was trembling, and finally he said in a very spineless trembling voice: "ummmsay"

    "my hand¡­¡­"

    The leather shoes were removed, Lu Shen gave the bodyguard next to him a look, and the recording pen was turned on.

    Liu Quan took several deep breaths before tremblingly said: "Master Pei yes the money is I exchanged Mr. Zhang's set of jewelry"

    "I was obsessed with gambling at that time, and I asked my dad for money, but he refused! Then I went to my dad eight years ago, and I saw a set of emerald jewelry that Mr. Zhang asked my dad to send back to the company in the car.  I got greedy and secretly took away" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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