The charity party that the gods say?

Liu Feiyang believes that there is absolutely no kind of stall market that anyone can enter, how high the grade is, he still doesn't dare to guess, he nodded flattered, and knew in his heart that this is to take himself to see a higher world, so as not to be in a corner of the country, sitting in a well and watching the sky.

The situation of the immortal being besieged has been resolved, and he is in a good mood, in fact, there is no Liu Feiyang using his body as a fulcrum and it is not as exaggerated as the prince said, an aircraft carrier-type enterprise may not be able to collapse with a bang, but in the case that no one can take over, the official is not allowed to go bankrupt.

After all, it involves the employment of tens of thousands of people.

It's a little more cumbersome to deal with at most, that's all.

The two of them sat in the gazebo, Qi Qinggang was still standing behind him unhappily, there was no need to worry about safety here, so there was more time to be whimsical, looking at his pants that had been scratched, he sighed sadly that he was getting old...

Zhao Zhigao didn't think much about it, but he was happy in his heart that Brother Yang had successfully survived the crisis, and the dispensable wound on his back was insignificant.

There was also a group of people standing in the bamboo forest in front of them, it was those men of the golden dragon, a red stick and the equipment of several heavenly kings, on the "road" of the harbor was enough to raise the vigilance of any community, and the influence of their gathering together could be called a small nuclear bomb, and it was not ambiguous to move.

Calling out dozens of ponies may not be able to stop them.

But in the end, it was solved by one person lightly.

These people are unwilling, just now the first is to underestimate the enemy, the second is not enough time, if they can form a circle, they believe that this man will definitely not stand here.

I have to be rescued in the hospital.

However, there is no chance to get back to the field, so I can only stand here and watch viciously, guessing in my heart what kind of origin this person is, there are many harbor martial arts halls, there are traditional mantis boxing, drunken boxing, etc., there are imported karate, taekwondo, and small categories.

But the most influential is the fierce Muay Thai.

They thought about it a lot and still couldn't guess, because Qi Qinggang's shot did not have the showmanship of traditional martial arts, and his explosive power was two grades higher than that Dao and Dao, and as for Muay Thai, the sensitivity was a little worse.

Could this be the legendary King of Soldiers?

used to be dismissive of the so-called king of soldiers in the mainland, after all, the first criterion on the selection criteria is very incompatible: excellent political literacy...

Guessing and guessing, there is injustice and helplessness.

In the end, a group of characters who had to follow Ma Zai behind the harbor could only gather together, watching the octagonal pavilion in the distance, and looking forward to Boss Jin who was still talking in the distance.

The golden dragon didn't go too far, just stood in a position where his words would not be heard by the gazebo.

All the way with his back to the gazebo, he was respectful to the phone

After all, the people over there are the ones who sat in the stands a few years ago and witnessed the flag of a country go up and the flag of a country falls.

Like Boss Ding of Xuanhuayuan, he can also be called a fairy person.

He hung up the phone, stood in place and didn't move, the timidity just now suddenly converged, his waist straightened again, he wanted to look back at the situation in the octagonal pavilion, think about it or forget it, it seems too "villainous" so he fell down.

After a while, an elegant middle-aged man walked over from a distance, with gold-rimmed eyes and an extraordinary bearing.

Seeing this, the golden dragon hurriedly greeted him, and after a few steps, he took the initiative to raise his hand.

"Hello Mr. Zhao..."

The Mr. Zhao in front of him may not be an important person, but he is the real general manager of the Jinghong Club, and Jin Long is the most taboo about three categories: the dog in front of the yamen, the boss's secretary, and those coquettish and charming girls who can never figure out whose bed they will be in tomorrow.

Mr. Zhao's position is equivalent to the boss's secretary, after all, he is an intellectual elected by those big people, and he can represent those people to a certain extent.

"Hello..."

The last time Mr. Zhao saw Jin Long was a few years ago, and it should be the first time Jin Long brought people to the Jinghong Club, and the people stayed here that night, but Jin Long left, that is, since then, Jin Long and Jinghong have maintained close contact.

He glanced at the Octagonal Pavilion, recognized Mr. Ding, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jin Long was stunned, "It's okay to be suppressed, but you can't make your own voice, aggrieved..."

Jin Long didn't dare to say it too bluntly, so he could only use simple words and just the right expression to prove that as long as Mr. Zhao could communicate with the immortals on behalf of those people, so that he would no longer interfere, I believe that under the pressure of those people in the harbor, the immortals could not do too much, as long as they could turn a blind eye, the problem would be solved.

Mr. Zhao nodded, and then walked towards the octagonal pavilion.

Jin Long walked on the side, and saw the subordinates who had finished recuperating and were able to burst out of combat effectiveness, and gave them a "safe" look, indicating that things would take a turn for the better.

The distance is not far, and it is very easy to walk in front of the octagonal pavilion.

Liu Feiyang's afterglow has been aiming at the two of them approaching, to be honest, he is not afraid of facing the golden dragon, and he is not afraid of facing anyone, but he has to admit that he has no ability to resist in the face of some people, and he already knows it through the previous clues.

The Golden Dragon is inextricably linked to the Jinghong Society.

And the Jinghong Club was built by those in the harbor.

Indirectly, it was the golden dragon who had a connection with those people.

It's a very scary thing.

The fairy saw the two of them coming, smiled, sat still, and did not speak.

Jin Long's last few steps quickened, and he took the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Ding... This is the person in charge of the Jinghong Club, surnamed Zhao, Mr. Zhao..."

Thinking of giving the immortal a dismount, let him see the weight of the person in front of him.

The fairy still didn't speak, just watched.

However, Liu Feiyang sighed in his heart, Mr. Zhao, as the person in charge, appeared after Jin Long called, and the cat was already familiar with it.

Although Mr. Zhao said that he couldn't compare to the prince, his tough attitude might have to make the voice that had just come out of the crisis think more...

Mr. Zhao didn't even speak.

Jin Long was slightly embarrassed, he didn't expect the immortal's temper to be so hard, he didn't dare to show off his might in front of the immortal, but as a pawn, he knew that he had to show the courage to expand his territory in front of Mr. Zhao.

He also reminded, "Mr. Ding, Zhao always represents several shareholders of Jinghong Club, and has something to negotiate with you..."

Liu Feiyang's afterglow was already covered by no dead ends, observing everyone's expressions.

Jin Long was proud, and he was well disguised.

Mr. Zhao stood firm, and his seriousness was indescribable.

The fairy is calm... actually laughed, "As far as I know, there is only one shareholder in the Jinghong Club, how can several shareholders come out?"

Jin Long was stunned for a moment, he hoped that Mr. Zhao could stand up and speak, but he didn't dare to take the initiative to let him speak, so he had to explain by himself, "The shareholders of Jinghong Club have Huanghe Industrial..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the fairy raise his hand to interrupt, and said calmly, "That was a few years ago, since the name of this place was changed to Jinghong, there is only one shareholder left..."

At this moment, Mr. Zhao, who was standing next to him, said very respectfully, "Boss, the financial statements of the last quarter have been sorted out, will you go now?"

"Hmm..."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Feiyang was buzzed in Lei's brain.

The golden dragon is even more colorful, dumbfounded... What does that mean?

At this time, I watched the fairy slowly stand up, "A few years ago, I saw that this land was good, suitable for recuperation, so I discussed it with you harbor and bought it here, I planned to be here here for a period of time every year, but later I found that it was noisy after all, and I changed the location of Bigu, and it was also used as a private club for everyone to rest, for a few years, this is the second time I came..."

"It's... How is this possible?"

Jin Long was surprised that he didn't know it, and looked at Mr. Zhao next to him, and felt shuddering, and suddenly realized that the boss of Jinghong, who had been "exporting labor services" for so long, was actually a fairy...

Then all your actions can be summarized as: find the gods to press the gods?

"Bang Bang..."

Mr. Ding raised his hand and patted Jin Long's shoulder, not heavy or light, and said, "It's good to do it yourself..."

He patted it, and the golden dragon's legs bent a little, and then he patted again, and bent a little more.

The golden dragon, who had succumbed to the three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends, had no choice but to nod sweatingly, "Hey..."

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