After the snow stopped in Qingjiang, the houses were dressed in white makeup, the branches turned into bloated silver strips, and as far as the eye could see, there was soft, white and shiny snow. The air was cold, with a heavy hint of sweetness, itching people's noses.

All the way is a pleasing snow scene, Mu Xue is still painting the grand occasion at that time, Tang Scarlet Carp listens to it, full of joy, this is Lu Zheng's masterpiece, a beautiful snow scene.

The vicinity of the hospital had a huge side effect due to the apparition of the dragon king. Qingjiang citizens who witnessed the miracle flocked to the city, and if it weren't for the emergency evacuation of the traffic department, the traffic would have been paralyzed long ago.

The purpose of these citizens is varied, some come to bathe in the blessings with their families, some come to admire the dragon king's dharma, and more come to pray for the dragon king's blessings.

The most exaggerated thing is that Mao Siye, a well-known wealthy man in Qingjiang City, actually openly set up a legal altar in front of his hotel, hung bright yellow flags, laid out a bright red carpet, killed chickens, pigs and cows, and filled dozens of tables with delicacies, melons, fruits and wine.

There is an offering table on a nine-story bamboo altar, with a pig's head, a cow's head, a sheep's head, three sandalwood sticks as thick as a child's arm, a gold leaf dragon head, and a bright yellow banner behind it: Blessing the common people.

The boys and girls in red clothes and red pants were neatly arranged in two rows, and a Yangge team was hired, and suona, gongs and drums sounded in unison, singing and dancing. The funniest thing is that a group of monks in the east are sitting in danger, knocking on the wooden fish, shouting Amitabha, and on the west side, a group of Taoist priests set up altars and draw talismans, chanting the immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

The state prohibits feudal superstitious activities, but sacrifices are not among them, and dragon king sacrifices, land sacrifices, and mountain god sacrifices are folk activities. Therefore, the fourth master of Qingjiang tyrant Mao sacrificed the dragon king in front of his house, and even the government couldn't pick it out.

What's more, the dragon king has just appeared, and the government really doesn't have the courage to come out to find it.

The festival seemed to have just begun, and a coffee-colored Bentley slowly drove up to the entrance of the square. Mao Siye, who was wearing a placket Tang suit, came out of the door with a solemn expression, the rich man was better maintained, with fine skin and tender flesh, a well-proportioned face, and a well-proportioned figure, he looked like he should be a handsome guy when he was young.

The streets are congested, especially in front of the square. Lu Zheng leaned in front of the window and watched with great interest at this sacrificial ceremony for him. The quiet eyes were full of disgust, and when he saw Fourth Master Mao, he couldn't help but scold in a low voice: "It's not kind to be rich." Beastly. ”

The sentence was very low, but it gritted its teeth and was full of anger. Tang Scarlet's ears moved, and he pretended to ask: "Xue'er, who is this person?"

Mu Xue, the personal secretary, is good at collecting information, this Fourth Master Mao is the leading figure in Qingjiang, of course, he has long been on her roster, and he replied: "This person's name is Mao Xiaohua." Later, he changed his name to Mao Shaolin under the guidance of a master, fifty-four years old, a native of Mengjia Town, Qingjiang, and started as a contractor. Thirteen years ago, he won four key plots of Beiding Road, Xueyuan Road, Qingjiang Beach and University Town, which triggered a panic purchase and became rich overnight, and he is now the chairman of Qingcheng Group. Member of Jiangtan District, President of Qingjiang Economic Chamber of Commerce. ”

"Oh. Tang Scarlet nodded thoughtfully.

"Hmph, it's just a well-dressed beast of a fishy people. Quiet looked resentful. His fists were white, and his eyes were almost on fire.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zheng couldn't help frowning when he felt the anger that was quietly suppressed.

Quietly sighed, closed his eyes, and said after a while: "...... It's okay. ”

Seeing that she seemed to have something unspeakable, Tang Scarlet Carp hurriedly glanced at Mu Xue, as the intelligence director, what Mu Xue just said was just the paper identity of Mao Siye, and she also had a lot of secret information.

COMPREHENDING THE MEANING OF TANG SCARLET, MU XUE TOOK OUT HER PORTABLE IPAD AND BROWSED THE DOCUMENTS, AND AFTER A FEW GLANCES, HER FACE TURNED COLD, AND SHE HUMMED: "MR. AN IS RIGHT, THIS MAO XIAOHUA HAS A LOT OF BLACK HISTORY." When he was the foreman, his partner disappeared mysteriously, and he was the biggest suspect, but there was no evidence. In the next few years, he accumulated the first pot of gold by opening a casino and organizing ****, and won the plot of land in Beiding District, suspected of organizing a black club to intimidate residents. A large amount of hand-painted on Xueyuan Road forcibly demolished an urban village, killing one villager, seriously injuring two people, and injuring dozens of people. The Qingjiangtan plot was reported for bribing a local supervisor, and later the whistleblower was attacked by gangsters in the middle of the night, killing two and injuring one, including a three-year-old child. University town ...... In addition, he also has three lovers, one of whom was coerced by him to commit suicide by jumping off a building last year, with one body and two lives......"

"Needless to say. A cold light flashed in Lu Zheng's eyes, and he waved his hand to interrupt. In the land of China, there are many such successful people, who are bright on the outside, vicious on the inside, and the history is even more filthy, and they have achieved their careers by stepping on the bones of others.

Lu Zheng does not hate the rich, he hates the rich and is unkind.

He didn't need to listen to Mu Xue's report before he had a strong killing intent. This kind of believer, no matter how rich the sacrifice he offers, he cannot hide his wolf heart.

Quietly shook his head with a wry smile, and said astringently: "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road." My father was working for him back then, but because the safety management was not in place, he had an accident and broke his leg. Originally, it could have been cured, but this Mao Xiaohua refused to compensate, and I had no choice but to sue him, and then he found a relationship and falsely accused my father of extortion, and spent three years in prison, missed the best treatment device, and was left with a lifelong disability. ”

The quiet childhood life was extremely unfortunate, Lu Zheng only vaguely knew that her father was disabled because of a work injury, but she didn't know that there was such a hidden secret. She is a very filial and independent child, since her parents lost the ability to work, she has carried the whole family alone, I don't know how much hardship she has suffered, how much bullying she has suffered.

Mao Siye, the murderer who destroyed her family and her childhood, has long been buried deep in her heart and turned into uncontrollable resentment.

"Hiss......" The corners of Jingjing's eyes were sore, leaving two lines of tears, she wiped her cheeks a little embarrassed, took a deep breath, and said with a forced smile: "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape." ”

"Hmm......" Lu Zheng replied indistinctly, and his eyes moved away from Fourth Master Mao's body. Falling in the crowd of onlookers watching the sacrifice, someone there held a banner and read: Unscrupulous developer, return my hard-earned money.

"Mao Shaolin, you bastard! pay us back our hard-earned money......"

"Qingcheng Group, with a volume of 100 million, refused to hand over the house for three years. ”

"There was no way to ask for help, and he was beaten by gangsters in the middle of the night and left naked on the street. ”

"Mao Shaolin, you are a ****, the eighteenth generation of your ancestors are bastards. ”

Dozens of citizens were furious and tried to storm the blockade formed by security guards. Mao Siye may have been used to it, turned a deaf ear, and still walked to the altar mountain step by step, washed his hands and wiped his face in the copper basin, and prepared to pray on the stage.

Mu Xue looked at the surging crowd outside the window, checked the information, frowned, and said: "Three years ago, Qingcheng Group developed Lijing Mingyuan in Nanmen District, and started selling buildings, with a total of 2,400 sets of commercial houses, but two high-rise buildings were found to be illegal and turned into unfinished buildings, neither refunded nor delivered......"

Tang Feili took out a tissue and handed it over, glanced at Mao Siye, who was slowly walking to the altar in the square, and said meaningfully: "The dragon is benevolent and evil, and the loyal and traitorous must be distinguished. You say, right? Lu Zheng?"

Quietly sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity, the Dragon Lord is gone." ”

Lu Zheng retracted his gaze, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said leisurely: "Zi once said: The dragon king is not the master of the people, it is better to go home and bake sweet potatoes." Don't worry, the dragon lord is wise, handsome, and heroic, and it is estimated that he is now thinking about how to come up with a creative way to die. ”

Tang Scarlet Carp smiled: "I see, this kind of person should be thunderbolted." ”

Mu Xue added: "If you burn it again, it's best to burn it to ashes." ”

"What about you?"

"Am I up to it?" said Quietly.

"That maybe. Lu Zheng blinked and said: "The Dragon King knows astronomy and geography, and the air in the middle. Only you can't think of it, you can't do it without him. ”

Quietly glanced at him and said, "If the Dragon Lord is so powerful, aren't you afraid that he will hear what you say?"

"I'm praising him, what are you afraid of?" Lu Zheng said disapprerovingly.

"Me. After thinking quietly for a while, he said with a smile: "I just want him to kneel on the ground, kowtow three times, and shout, Mao Xiaohua is a bastard." My heart was filled with joy. ”

"It's that simple?"

"Hmm!"

"What about you, Lu Zheng?" asked Jing Jing rhetorically.

"I, as you all know, I'm a simple and kind person, and I don't have any bad intentions. Well, let's be a little more civilized. Lu Zheng said with a smile: "Pop chrysanthemums in public!"

All three women spat red and red.

"Do you think it's because of the blowing silk?" Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows. (To be continued.) )