202. Eighteen palms of the dragon?
"Master Shen, I would like to ask, why did you come to persuade Miss Wang three times and twice, could it be that you secretly reached a deal with the surnamed Zhang?"
Zhao Donglai asked with a smile.
When he said this, even Wang Wei frowned slightly, and looked at Master Shen uncertainly.
'What Master Zhao said makes sense... Since Jiujiang came back, Master Shen seems to have become a little fan surnamed Zhang, saying every day how powerful he is, urging me to return the money, not a hundred times, but eighty times. If anything, he would work so hard?'
Thinking of this, Wang Wei was even more suspicious.
"Alas!"
When Master Shen heard this, he was first angry, and then slapped his legs and sighed: "The reason why I persuaded so hard is only because I remembered this kindness with the Wang family, and I couldn't bear to watch the Wang family bring a big disaster to myself. Anyway, since Miss Wang doesn't believe me, then I don't have to say any more. β
He is really disheartened now, and his hard work is not understood, but the Wang family has found someone from the Feng Shui Association, isn't it clear that he doesn't want to see him?
Moreover, this Zhao Dong thinks very highly of himself, and does not take Zhang Yang in his eyes at all, how can he succeed with such an arrogant heart? If the Wang family listens to him, it will only bring disaster to themselves.
"Master Shen, I understand your position, but I also want to remind you that this is not Jiangdu Shanghai, and my Wang family really didn't take the surname Zhang in their eyes. β
Wang Wei said with a smile on her face: "It's not too early, I'm going to attend the shareholders' meeting, and the two masters will stay here for tea." β
She took the account sheet and walked quickly out of the conference room, but she was still sneering in her heart.
Master Shen is so timid and afraid of things, because I still believed in him so much at the time, or the Feng Shui Association is reliable, and sure enough, the formal institution is different. β
At this time, a female secretary ran over and said, "Miss Wang, someone downstairs is looking for you." β
"Who? Do you have an appointment?" said Wang Wei with a frown.
"I don't know, he said he didn't need to make an appointment, just a name. The female secretary said truthfully, "Miss Wang, he is waiting for you to reply downstairs now." β
"Someone you don't know, whatever he does, just let the security guard blast out. I went to a meeting. β
Wang Wei instructed impatiently and quickly entered the large conference room.
"Miss Wang..."
The female secretary stood at the door, with a look of embarrassment.
......
At this time, the hall on the first floor was completely controlled by Zhang Yang, and dozens of security guards were lying on the floor, and all the customers were so frightened that they shrank in the corner.
Only the two welcoming girls were still standing there, looking like they had seen a ghost.
It is true that in their eyes at this time, there is no difference between ghosts and gods.
From beginning to end, he stood there motionless, without even lifting his eyelids, and the security guards who rushed to the ground fell to the ground one after another, and many of them were well-trained retired soldiers, the kind that could fight ten at a time, but in front of Zhang Yang, they were all as papier-mΓ’chΓ©, vulnerable.
'Bell bell'
The phone finally rang, and the young girl quickly picked up the microphone and answered: "How is it, what did Miss Wang say?"
"Uh..."
Hearing the secretary's reply, the young girl's face changed suddenly.
"What did she say?" Zhang Yang asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The young girl put down the phone and said, "Miss Wang, she is in a meeting right now, and she can't see guests." β
"Can't see guests?" Zhang Yang snorted lightly and said:
"What floor is she?"
"The meeting room is on the 100th floor. The young girl said weakly.
Zhang Yang snorted coldly, shook his hand and turned around, and strode towards the elevator room.
At this time, the three elevators were lowered to the first floor at the same time, and with a 'ding' sound, three doors opened, and dozens of well-dressed security guards poured out.
All of them have cold faces, and their bodies exude a fierce momentum, and they are obviously all equipped with real kung fu.
"Are you making trouble?"
Seeing that Zhang Yang was just one person, the head of the security guard led by him frowned.
They had received news that the hall on the first floor had been attacked by troublemakers, and they rushed down in a hurry. I thought it would be a large group of people to control the entire hall, but it turned out that all that was standing in front of them was an ordinary young man.
Not only the head of the security guard, but the others also looked at Zhang Yang with uncertain expressions.
"Give way. Zhang Yang said lightly.
He had already probed with his divine thoughts, and the powerful security brigade in front of him was all composed of internal strength martial artists, and there were many people who were cultivators of internal strength, and the leader who spoke just now had the deepest skills and had reached the peak of internal strength.
'It's worthy of the Wang family, what a big stroke. β
This team composed of internal strength warriors, don't look at it is only twenty or thirty people, but the individual combat ability is extremely strong, if the real knife and gun are done, I am afraid that hundreds of people are not their opponents, unless they have to use modern weapons such as firearms. Otherwise, with the body of ordinary people, no matter how much you come, it will not be enough for a martial artist with internal strength.
This is also the strength of internal strength warriors, like a general large group enterprise, it is already great to be able to equip one or two internal strength warriors, but like the Wang family, dozens of internal strength warriors are dispatched casually, which is really wealthy.
However, in front of Zhang Yang, no matter how many internal martial artists come, it is meaningless.
"Do you think these people can stop him?" asked the front desk lady in a low voice.
"I'm looking at it... Didn't you see how these people were lying on the ground just now?" said the other lady, shaking her head.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie walked over next to him and said, "That's not necessarily, let me tell you, these are not ordinary bodyguards, they are all internal martial artists invited by Miss Wang!"
The person who spoke was the deputy manager of the company's personnel department, and he had some knowledge of personnel recruitment, so he knew the general situation.
"Manager, what is an internal strength martial artist?" the two little girls asked with a question mark on their faces.
"Internal strength is the meaning of internal strength, and internal strength martial artists refer to the practitioners who have refined internal strength. The manager explained.
"Internal strength?" the two girls were even more confused.
Why does it sound like martial arts? Even the internal strength has been sorted out, is there going to be some Huashan faction and Wudang faction next?
"Yes, I've seen the forbidden martial arts, that's it. The manager smiled and said, "I didn't believe in this set of things, but the facts are in front of me, and I can't believe it." β
He lowered his voice and said, "I secretly tell you that the hires of these people are all strictly screened, like steel plates a few millimeters thick, which they can kick and break with a casual kick, and even the steel pipe can be wrung off." β
"Really, so strong?"
The two girls' eyes widened at this time, and some looked at the elevator entrance suspiciously.
At this time, the manager said triumphantly: "Don't look at this kid so arrogant, in front of dozens of practitioners, it would be good if he was not killed." β
Sure enough, after feeling Zhang Yang's arrogance, those internal martial artists became angry one after another, and under the leadership of the captain, they rushed up with a shout.
Twenty or thirty people, menacing, the momentum is not trivial, as if thousands of troops are about to crush Zhang Yang, a little pawn, to smithereens.
saw Zhang Yang sigh lightly and shook his head.
He lifted his left leg and gently stepped on the ground.
'Whew!'
A strong wave of qi rolled out, as if the strongest typhoon in the world passed through, sweeping all the way, and those internal strength warriors were like leaves, and they were swept out one after another, even if they were the captain at the peak of their internal strength, they could support it for an extra 0.1 seconds, and they were also hit by the wall and fell to the ground.
The whole hall shook, all the glass windows and water glasses were shattered on the spot, and the huge chandelier in the center fell to the ground with a bang, falling to pieces.
"Descending, descending the dragon eighteen palms?"
The manager's wig cover was blown off, his hair was bare, and his mouth couldn't stop exclaiming.
Others may not have a concept, but how can he, the manager of the personnel department, not know, these people have the ability to be ten. But even so, they were still vulnerable in front of Zhang Yang, no different from the previous bodyguards.
And this scene is very similar to the scene of Guo Jing sweeping the Quanzhen School in the martial arts he has seen.
Next, in front of everyone's shocked gaze, Zhang Yang put his hands in his pockets, strode into the elevator, and pressed the button on the hundred floor.
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