If you look at this amazing club from a bird's-eye view, you will find that it is not square, nor regular, there is no fixed shape, there is only one feature, that is, large!

Liu Feiyang is located on the stilted building just now is a bamboo forest, after walking a hundred meters is the pine forest, the artistic conception of the northern country, and then go forward may be the banyan tree towering to the sky, or maybe it is a small bridge flowing water, there are a lot of octagonal pavilions here, the wood used is from the old house in the mountainous area to remove the beam wood, the carved position is faintly fragrant.

In the pavilion they passed by as they came, two men sit.

A person sits upright with a red face, not heavy, not serious, and will not give people the appearance of a smiling tiger when he smiles, but only feels a strong sense of safety coming to his face, wearing a very ordinary sportswear, walking into the university, maybe there will be students who shout affectionately, "Teacher, play half a day, can you come?"

The breeze blows the slightly wide clothes, so as not to make the sound of hunting, leisurely holding the teacup, no villain ambition, but integrated with nature.

This person is an immortal who insists on not being listed, not public, and not taking capital to be an entity, more precisely, the boss of Xuanhuayuan, whose name is very old, called Ding Yongqiang.

If it weren't for the flea, the prince, who was making waves, he might not be involved in the capital market in addition to the company's purchase of raw materials and the need for risk hedging in the futures market.

The person sitting next to him has a bitter gourd face, not that he looks like this, but from the stilted building, hurried out of the bamboo forest, lowered his head to look at the mobile phone signal, raised his head at a critical moment, and after seeing the fairy in front of him, it became like this.

This is the prince, he wanted to go out, but he didn't go out, so he sat here.

The tea leaves in the teapot in front of him are said to be produced by the big red robe tree, at last year's tea fair, only 20 grams, it was auctioned at a staggering price of 130,000 yuan, the prince is not a person who is short of this little money, the key is that this thing is produced a little every year, and it is gone when you drink it.

And he doesn't mean to do it now.

The tea that the fairy personally poured for him was cold, and he didn't stretch out his hand to the teacup.

"Liu Feiyang!"

The prince's eyes have been staring at the path between the bamboo forests, and when he saw the figure of that guy, he couldn't help but scream anymore, hoarse, no one has the ability to plant a heel on a small person, and then it evolved into a war that has been planned for several years and fought for more than a year What is it like to lose the war.

Maybe it's like Zhuge of the Northern Expedition.

is about to complete the hegemony of Kuang Fu Han Dynasty, and finally planted a heel in a person named Ma Yan, resulting in hopelessness in this life, sadness is no longer enough to describe, if you want to say hatred, it is not enough to smooth Liu Feiyang's bones and ashes.

He finished.

The prince, who knew that IQ was more important than force since he was in elementary school, was so angry that he picked up the teapot and walked straight to Liu Feiyang, wanting to beat him with blood.

The fairy looked at his back and smiled.

"Tea is not valuable, but this is last year's inventory, this year's new tea has not come down, lost to lose, the teapot is the work of Mr. Gu Jing, the rare pine grape ten-head tea set, you have to smash it, you have to pay a set, the price of the eight-head tea set at last year's auction is more than five hundred, and this is the only set..."

When the prince heard this, he suddenly stopped, and looked at the fairy with angry eyes.

He has always believed that being small-bellied, mean, and calculating is the true side of the immortals, like he donates money and materials just to win a full house.

"Can't I afford it?"

The fairy asked rhetorically, "Yes... It's fun to smash it, but can you really afford it?"

The prince's body trembled, and he turned his head unwillingly and looked at Liu Feiyang, who was getting closer and closer, holding the teapot in his hand, eager to crush the teapot.

Liu Feiyang had already noticed the prince, did not dodge, and observed his every move.

According to the current words, he is as stable as an old dog on the surface, but he is actually panicked in his heart, facing the predator Wang Ye who is turning over his hands and handrails, and you must know that the role he plays in the whole thing is not glorious.

According to the words of the prince: I have a gun, it must be for the golden dragon.

Liu Feiyang didn't have a gun, but he used his body as a human cannonball, and the flesh and blood of the prince were blurred.

On the night when Liu Qingqing found the door of the house, he realized that there was no room for resistance under the prince, and it was difficult to admit that others were stronger than himself, but he had to admit that if he didn't want to bow his head and be wronged so inexplicably, then there was only one person who could crush the prince, the immortal!

Old Man Li has long said that the immortals are not having a good time during this time.

That's right, if you can hear about it sooner, where to donate...

Two "unhappy" people, with the same goal, then on the basis of the victory of the mourning soldiers, there will be an amazing combat effectiveness, Liu Feiyang first has to negotiate with Jin Long in person, as the middleman Wang Ye is bound to be present, as long as the signal in this area is blocked, even if the prince finds out, he will think that Jin Long did a good thing.

He wouldn't ask, let alone mention.

All Liu Feiyang needs to do is to drag the prince as much as possible and make the span of his position in the no-signal area longer, so as to give the gods enough time to play the account that the commander is not in the Chinese military account.

If it's daytime, clean up the domestic market, and if it's night, clean up the foreign market.

At first, he did encounter resistance from the professional team under the prince, but there were no veterans, and in the face of the enemy's fierce charge, he quickly became confused, and there was no one who could make up his mind.

Half an hour is enough for people to turn over on their backs, corpses are everywhere, and rivers of blood are flowing...

Seeing that Liu Feiyang had already walked to his side, Wang Ye's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he said viciously, "I can beat you for ten rounds with one finger, dare to calculate me?"

Liu Feiyang looked helpless, looked at the teapot in his hand, suddenly squeezed out a smile, bent down and grabbed the prince's wrist with one hand, and grabbed the teapot with the other hand, his movements were intimate, and he didn't forget to smile in his mouth, "Lord, it's because of this that I want to protect myself..."

He is like a senior lady, and the prince is like an experienced guest.

Originally, the two parties agreed on the price to carry out a vigorous business, but at a critical juncture, there was an emergency at the guest's house, and he put on his pants and left, but before he could go out, the young lady got up from the bed, took off his pants and took out what he wanted to take out the most, and gave him a turn of the moment.

It hurts, it's not ordinary pain.

After the pain, he even said: I don't want to be... Then you first!

"Little friend..."

The immortal also stood up, and when Qi Qinggang took the phone and said that it was Liu Feiyang's phone, he didn't care, but when Liu Feiyang finished the plan, he felt that it was feasible, and he hadn't thought about it before, but all this could not be achieved at all, first of all, it was impossible for the prince to go out with unfamiliar people and give him a chance to block the signal.

The second is that even if the signal is blocked, the prince will detect the problem.

Only by making him think that the shielding signal is harmless to him, and he is willing to shield it, can he not arouse vigilance and have a chance to do it.

The result is indeed so, he found that the signal was blocked, and he also raised the price code of the negotiation with Liu Feiyang...

The immortals not only stood up, but also came out of the gazebo to greet them, which was a reward for the pioneers.

Liu Feiyang was flattered.

Golden Dragon Sunny Thunderbolt!

He had only seen the fairy once at the auction in the harbor before, and he hadn't spoken, and no one at the charity-themed auction had shined, and they were all decent, but he had always wanted to make friends with the land immortals in the mainland, but he had no chance, and the harbor people didn't like speculators like the prince, because they were deeply affected, but they respected the immortals who did business, after all, the rich people in the harbor who enjoyed a good reputation in the world started from doing business.

He never expected that Liu Feiyang was standing behind him, and he seemed to value Liu Feiyang very much.

Suddenly, he felt that a big mountain was running in front of him, and he couldn't breathe.

Liu Feiyang stretched out his hand and shook it, to have today, in addition to Liu Qingqing's help, Enron's family that can give him no distraction, and a group of brothers who don't need to be suspicious of outsiders, every time at a critical turning point, there will be a fairy figure.

Opportunity is often more important than hard work.

"You're here in person..."

"It's been a long time since I've been here, enjoy the sun..."

The fairy smiled and let go of his hand, his eyes inadvertently looked at the golden dragon who was already covered with beads of sweat on his forehead, and was more cautious than Liu Feiyang just now, and took the initiative to say, "You are the golden dragon, I know you, you have made outstanding contributions to the film and television industry for so many years..."

"Hello Mr. Ding..."

The golden dragon raised his hand in a proper manner.

"Sit down first, I've heard about your conflict..."

The fairy turned his head blindly.

The golden dragon's face was hot, and he put his hand down in embarrassment.

Now there is no other way to speak, and he doesn't dare to sit down and do things that don't give the gods face, and he can walk towards the octagonal pavilion with a cold back.

If it weren't for the fact that the prince was angry at Liu Feiyang, he would have left a long time ago, and sat down with the biggest enemy in his life to drink tea, he asked himself if he couldn't pretend to be a fairy, so he didn't follow in.

At this moment, I saw a person running quickly in the distance, wearing a staff uniform.

Running here, he asked with a programmed smile, "Excuse me, are you the prince?"

The prince, who had already been angry, said angrily: "I am the emperor!"

"Er..."

The staff was very embarrassed, they worked here all the year round, they knew the big guys, the gods often reported to them, and the golden dragon was often in the magazine, and the two young people did not meet the age characteristics.

When the prince saw his appearance, he said angrily, "Say..."

The staff explained, "That's right, we keep getting calls coming in here, looking for you, and saying that you should turn on the phone, there is something important..."

After there was a signal again, the prince's phone never stopped, which can be called phone bombardment, and he already knew what the result was, so he turned off the phone.

Hearing that these people were able to make a phone call here, their lungs were about to explode, and they scolded very rudely, "Open... Open... Open him spicy next door!"

After scolding, he looked back at the immortal sitting in the center.

glanced at Liu Feiyang, who was sitting on the left.

There is also the ally just now, the golden dragon who is sitting on the right.

"Lead the way!"

Squeeze two words out between your teeth and don't stay here.

The prince is facing what all men face, and he has to go to work in anger...