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??A first-tier city, a core location, and such a large area.
Even if Yang Feng doesn¡¯t understand the housing prices here, he understands that they must be sky-high.
The Yin family has spent a lot of money to show favor to themselves, the new president.
Suddenly, Yang Feng sighed.
No wonder since ancient times, so many people have been trying to become officials. It feels so good to be an official!
"President, are you satisfied with this place?"
Looking at Yang Feng¡¯s shining eyes, the head of the Yin family leaned forward slightly and chuckled.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Feng slowly raised his fist.
When the head of the Yin family saw it, he was confused: "President, what are you doing"
"Give me ten more sets!"
Poof!
A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out. All the family heads present were stunned and thought to themselves.
This president is so greedy. One big house is not enough, so he wants ten?
But how did they know that as a diaosi man who came to them from a city with extremely high housing prices on earth, the biggest wish in his heart is a house, and the more the better.
That is a symbol of wealth, a symbol of status, a symbol of power.
Men can be bad at their jobs, ugly, and have bad conduct, but they must have a house, otherwise even a sow will not marry you and they will be single for the rest of their lives.
This is probably the deepest pain in the hearts of modern diaosi.
So now that Yang Feng is finally prosperous, the first thing he does is to stock up on houses. No matter what the use of having so many houses is, he feels full of accomplishment anyway.
Looking at the stunned family heads, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Why, no?"
"Yes, we have as many suites as the president wants. Even if we don't have them, we can build them now. I guarantee that the president will be satisfied." Everyone nodded hurriedly and everyone said in unison.
After hearing this, Yang Feng smiled happily.
Then, Mr. Tu on the side laughed loudly and said: "Okay, it's getting late. We have ordered a reception banquet for the president at the best restaurant in the capital. President Yang, please come."
"Oh, do you still have to go to a restaurant for the reception banquet?"
Raising his brows, Yang Feng looked around at his new yard and murmured: "Can't we just let them move all the food and wine here? I just happened to live in this new house and I haven't had a good time yet. This time The reception banquet will be regarded as my housewarming celebration, so everyone can have a good time at my place."
"Okay, no problem, I'll call all the cooks there to cook, hahaha!"
Mr. Tu was a happy man. He agreed directly and sent someone to make arrangements.
Soon, all the top chefs in the capital arrived at Yang's house and started cooking delicious dishes. The heads of various aristocratic families also delivered the gifts they had prepared long ago to the Yang family's new residence. Everyone burst into laughter, cheering and drinking.
Until nightfall, everyone was drunk and fell down, but a black shadow appeared silently in a dark corner of the hall.
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The black shadow squirmed, and a figure covered in black appeared. His eyes were cold, and he stared at the bunch of unconscious old men in front of him, scanning them one by one.
Finally, his eyes were fixed on Yang Feng, who was at the top of the hall, with his head raised and snoring.
"That's him, the new president of the Huai'an Chamber of Commerce!"
The dark figure took out a piece of paper with Yang Feng's portrait on it, checked it, and showed disdain in his eyes.
He is the White Tiger Death Soldier, who specializes in assassination work for his master. He has never failed. He is a man like the God of Death. Countless high-ranking officials and prominent families died at his hands.
This time, for some reason, the master actually issued a killing order to such a young boy.
But it¡¯s none of their business, they just have to do what they¡¯re told.
But even so, he still felt that assassinating such a small person was really overkill for him.
"What's the point of killing a chicken with a sledgehammer? He could kill this kid casually."
Whoops!
With this thought in mind, the man took out a silver needle from his waist, with a green light shining on it.
This is a poisonous needle stained with the venom of the third-order peak monster, the Ghost-Faced Flame Spider. If a general is pricked by this needle, he will definitely die. Even a master of war will feel the burning flames and lose half his life.
???????? This kid hum, he will definitelyIt's a shame.
It¡¯s a pity that my poison is meant to deal with masters, but it¡¯s going to be wasted on this kid. But who asked him to bear the name of the president of the Huai'an Prefecture Chamber of Commerce? It is better to be more concealed.
An evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The man stuffed the poisonous needle into a steel pipe, and then blew it hard in the direction of Yang Feng.
Poof!
The green poisonous needle pierced Yang Feng's neck. Yang Feng screamed and slapped his neck.
When the killer saw this, he showed a proud smile, turned around and left.
The mission is completed and the target has been removed.
¡°Oops, there are mosquitoes!¡±
However, before he could take a step, he heard Yang Feng mumble behind him, and he couldn't help but stiffen instantly.
Then, he turned around suddenly and saw Yang Feng yawning, standing up very bachelorly, and walking out of the house in confusion, but nothing happened.
How is this possible? That is a poison that I can poison even the King of War. Seeing blood sealing his throat, he is completely fine?
The killer was dumbfounded for a moment, his face twitched, and ten thousand horses racing through his mind.
How could it be Could it be that the poison has expired?
"It shouldn't be. It was just made last month. Its toxicity can be preserved for fifty years. How can it expire?"
If he can¡¯t understand it, he won¡¯t think about it anymore.
He is a killer, the White Tiger Death Soldier. I have never failed when doing things for my master, and I won't do it this time either.
"If the poison doesn't kill this kid, what does it matter?" I killed him with my own hands.
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With that said, the killer quickly took out a sharp dagger and followed Yang Feng hastily.
Yang Feng wandered around his new house in a daze, mumbling: "Mom sells batches. Everything is good in a big house, but it's easy to get lost. Damn, where is the toilet and how to get there? It's been so long and you haven't arrived yet? Do I need to take a nap when I go to the toilet?"
¡°Forget it, let¡¯s just relax in the garden.¡±
After looking around and finding no one, Yang Feng simply unbuttoned his pants behind the rockery in the garden for convenience.
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The clear stream soaked into the fertile soil. Yang Feng held the rockery next to him with one hand and a look of comfort on his face.
The killer quietly approached him from behind, a sneer flashing across his lips.
This dagger is made of cold iron and fine gold. It is the bone-breaking soul-breaking blade that ranks tenth on the list of vicious weapons. It is extremely sharp. Even the master of the King of War, without the protection of a warrior, will be pierced through the chest by it, killing him with one blow.
" Such a magical weapon is now being used to kill such a young boy. It really insults its reputation.
But it doesn¡¯t matter. Being able to complete the master¡¯s mission is its greatest honor.
Thinking of this, the killer touched Yang Feng's back with a ferocious smile, then raised the knife and slashed across Yang Feng's neck with a clean stroke.
finished!
The corner of his mouth curled up, and the killer turned around leisurely, striding away with a hint of unruliness.
When the matter is over, you brush off your clothes and go away, hiding your merit and fame.
But I heard another grumble behind me: "Something hit my neck just now. It couldn't be an insect. Alas, the ancient landscaping is nice, but there are a lot of mosquitoes, which is really annoying."
How is it possible that he is not dead yet?
His body couldn't help but tremble, and the killer suddenly doubted his life completely. He picked up the dagger in his hand and looked at it carefully, feeling surprised.
That¡¯s right, this is my magic weapon.
It stands to reason that wherever this magic soldier goes, his hair will be blown and broken. Why did he act like nothing was wrong when I clearly scratched his neck just now? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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