In the imperial capital, Geng Zhuo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a bronzing invitation card in his hand and looking at it over and over again. 13579246810 Yao Yuchen sat on the side, staring at the invitation in Geng Zhuo's hand without blinking, with a serious expression on his face.
Feng Zheng stuck out his tongue and licked his interfering lips, then picked up the teacup on the coffee table, gulped down the tea in the cup in one gulp, feeling that his thirst was still not quenched, picked up Geng Zhuo's teacup again, and poured it out again. Drink up the water in the glass.
"Pa" Geng Zhuo threw the invitation on the coffee table, "Look at your expressions, this Liu Kangyong is a remarkable person"
Yao Yuchen and Feng Zheng looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Feng Zheng's throat rolled, and he said dryly: "It's more than amazing. Among us, the second and third generations, there are definitely no more than ten people who can be equal to him."
Yao Yuchen said: "He went to the south more than ten years ago, why did he come back suddenly? And you two can't get along with each other, why did he send you an invitation card." The words of this hometown are very euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear . Geng Zhuo controls the Golden Dragon Group, no matter his status or status, he is definitely a small person standing on the top of the pyramid, but he is definitely not qualified to let Liu Kangyong send invitations. If there is, it means that Liu Kangyong has already investigated clearly that Yang Luo is standing behind the Golden Dragon Group.
Feng Zheng took a deep breath: "My feeling tells me that there must be nothing good."
Yao Yuchen looked at Geng Zhuo: "Call Young Master Yang."
"That's right, that's right." Feng Zheng nodded fiercely, "Liu Kangyong is very good, but my uncle specializes in all kinds of good things."
Geng Zhuo tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, thought for a while and shook his head and said, "Can you still visit your uncle now?"
Feng Zheng said: "Why didn't you come? I still called a few days ago." He took out the phone and called Yang Luo, and then heard an electronic voice saying that the number was empty.
Feng Zheng was in a daze for a while, "How could this be? Even if you don't pay the fee, it's impossible to become an empty number so quickly."
Yao Yuchen knew that Yang Luo had an important mission, but he didn't know what he was doing or where he was going. Now that the phone numbers are empty, his heart sank suddenly. When he saw Feng Zheng, he wanted to ask something. He hurriedly changed the subject and said, "I said why Liu Kangyong sent the invitation to Mr. Geng. It turns out that he is Not to Young Master Yang."
Geng Zhuo nodded and said, "I guessed the same way, but he couldn't find the boss, so what's the purpose of sending the invitation to me?"
Feng Zheng waved his hand violently and said, "If you have anything to think about, you'll know when you go."
Yao Yuchen shook his head: "I can't go, Young Master Yang is not here, and I absolutely can't go until I don't know Liu Kangyong's purpose."
Feng Zheng opened his mouth and said after a long time: "If you don't go, you will be in trouble. This is an invitation sent by Liu Kangyong. How many people dare not show face?"
Yao Yuchen frowned tightly, and suddenly remembered something, his brows relaxed, and his eyes lit up: "Mr. Geng, did Miss Ye ask you to have lunch together?"
"Which Miss Ye?" Geng Zhuo didn't respond.
Yao Yuchen said: "Ye Zhen, when we were drinking last night, she called you."
"That's right." Geng Zhuo suddenly said, "It may be about charity funds, what's the problem?"
Yao Yuchen waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with me to be charitable or not. I'm talking about Ye Zhen."
"Well" Geng Zhuo became even more confused.
Yao Yuchen's eyes became brighter and brighter: "How much do you know about Ye Zhen?"
Geng Zhuo smiled: "I only met her once, when the boss was there, and we were talking about donations. Afterwards, we only talked about the formation of the new department on the phone. How can we know?"
Yao Yuchen chuckled: "You can take this invitation card when you go to the appointment today."
Geng Zhuo didn't speak, Yao Yuchen continued: "Among the second and third generations, there are only a dozen or so people who can be equal to Liu Kangyong, and Ye Zhen is one of these dozen."
Geng Zhuo raised his eyebrows. Yang Luo told him something about Ye Zhen, but he didn't mention her identity. He just thought that Ye Zhen's family background was good, and she insisted on doing charity when she was in school, and she has been doing it for more than ten years, which made him very admired. But now, after hearing Yao Yuchen's words, a woman with such a strong family background has devoted her youth to charity. It can no longer be described as admiration. It should be respected and worthy of everyone's respect.
"That's good." Geng Zhuo picked up the invitation and looked at it again, "Maybe she can know Liu Kangyong's purpose for looking for me."
"No, no, no," Yao Yuchen said, "You should let Ye Zhen go with you to meet Liu Kangyong."
Geng Zhuo pondered for a while and said:"Let's talk about it at that time." After finishing speaking, he looked at the time, "Okay, I should go."
"Go." Yao Yuchen stood up and said to Feng Zheng, "Where are you going?"
Feng Zheng chuckled: "I'll drive Mr. Geng, and we'll meet Liu Kangyong when the time comes."
Changping District, a very ordinary community, judging from the oldness of the buildings, it should be quite old. Located on the sixth floor of the residential building in the northeast corner, the windows of a family were tightly blocked by curtains. Even though there were many people coming and going in the community, no one paid attention to why the family kept the curtains closed in broad daylight.
Baipi Song sat in a dim room with only his trousers on, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot, staring straight at a cardboard box at his feet. Because the room was not ventilated, sweat kept dripping down his face and body.
I don't know how long it took, Bai Pisong moved his eyes, bent down slowly, and took out a handful of May Fourth in the carton, then pulled it out, touched the carton again with his hands, grabbed out a handful. Then press them in one by one, and finally insert them back with a click. He clasped his hands and tilted his head to aim forward. Judging by his posture, he is very familiar with him, so he should shoot targets often.
Just like that, Bai Pisong kept holding it for five or six minutes, and finally threw it on the **. He took out a few non-conductive wires and a detonator from the carton box, which he got from frying fish before. After fiddling for a while, they were neatly placed on the ** one by one. Then he picked up the phone beside him and pressed the power button. The incoming call and text message beeped for a long time before it quieted down.
Bai Pisong was not interested in the incoming call at all, he pressed a series of numbers, slowly raised his hand, and put the phone to his ear.
"I thought you were fucking dead, but I didn't expect you had the guts to call me." Zhu Weijun's voice came from the receiver.
The corners of his mouth opened little by little, revealing a smile, but his smile was a little sinister, and the muscles on his face twitched, looking terrifying.
"Second Young Master, I'm at a loss now, please help me."
"Okay." Zhu Weijun didn't hesitate, "Where are you, I'll go find you."
The smile on Baipi Song's face became wider and wider: "Let's make an appointment", (remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com