In the dark of night, the gate of the dilapidated and even somewhat desolate factory on the outskirts of Yanjing City was brightly lit. The hideous-looking men all looked solemn and looked fierce as they patrolled back and forth at the door, reflecting the entire factory with a solemn atmosphere.

Compared to the afternoon, the surroundings of the factory were much quieter, because the cruel and terrifying roars of the Tibetan mastiffs could no longer be heard, and only the dull footsteps resounded outside the factory compound.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the hearts of people inside and outside the factory seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze. In this dark night, it seems extremely depressing.

At about four o'clock this afternoon, there was an explosion of thunder in the maze in the courtyard. Immediately, a large number of heavily armed security personnel were dispatched to conduct a carpet search within the factory.

This change also made some people in the factory panic for a while, and even a few major shareholders who did not show up often gathered together to discuss something in the palatial house behind the labyrinth.

In that big house, there are now four young people sitting in An, and sitting on the main seat is Song Shaoqing, who gave the beautiful manager named Xiaoyun to the overlord on the sofa in this room this afternoon.

He was now holding a goblet in his hand, and the crimson red wine in it gave off a faint floral and licorice aroma, which made people smell intoxicated. This bottle of Romani from 1997. Kanti is one of his favorite bottles of wine among his many treasures.

Although the price of $1,500 is staggering, the reason why Song Shaoqing favors this bottle of red wine is not because it is expensive, but because it is scarce.

Rare is expensive, this red wine is basically priceless, and the few bottles that have passed through the market are mostly collected by some wineries or famous collectors in the world.

And he would use this bottle of wine to entertain these young people in the house on such an occasion, which is obviously enough to show the dignity of these people's status.

"Song Shao, did you encounter any difficulties when you called your brothers over so angrily?"

It was a well-dressed young man who spoke, and a well-fitting and straight suit completely revealed the elegance of his whole person. Just a playful mustache on his mouth shows his flying and uninhibited.

"yes, that's not your style! Don't you most admire Tarzan collapsing in front and not changing color? Why are you so breathless this time? At this time, the fat man, who had been lying in front of a secret door, turned around and said with a smile.

The fat man was wearing a loose and fat Nike sportswear, a silver light shot out of his slightly squinted eyes, touched his smooth chin, and said with a smile to Song Shaoqing:

"Your means are good, those pink little Loli inside, Lao Tzu's heart is itchy, you must leave one for your brother for a while, otherwise, we won't leave!"

As soon as the mustache heard the fat man's words, he immediately scolded with a smile: "You him. Mom's taste is getting heavier and heavier, I remember two years ago, you snatched a mother Sang who still has charm in the sky, why do you still like it now? ”

"When I was younger, I liked older people and knew that it hurt people. Alas, this blink of an eye, I him. Mom is old, of course Nima is looking for something tender, so that she can make up for the youth wasted in the past few years! ”

The fat man had a lewd smile on his face, twisted his ass very much, and threw an ambiguous look at the mustache that you know.

At this time, a man in a straight suit and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, who had been sitting on the sofa and only half of his buttocks, suddenly coughed twice deliberately, interrupting the laughter of the two.

"Song Shao, is there something going on in the factory, I don't seem to see those Tibetan mastiffs when I came?"

As soon as the man spoke, the fat man and the mustache were stunned, and said in their hearts, how could they forget this stubble. They all stopped the words in their mouths and turned their questioning eyes to Song Shaoqing.

Both of them are famous, relying on the shadow of their fathers, although they live a drunken life every day, squandering the wealth that they have spent in their lifetimes. But they are not stupid, they know that Song Shaoqing called them all over this time, just to foil the Sven man in front of him.

Even so, the brothers still got up from the gentle township and rushed here non-stop.

This Sven man's name is Zhang Yang, unlike them, he was admitted to the city from a small place by virtue of his talent and hard work, and took root in the bustling metropolis of Yanjing, becoming a young handsome man that most of his peers have to look up to.

In his first year, he had already become a senior executive of Huaxia Petrochemical Group with his excellent experience in financial trading, a phenomenon that is not common among large state-owned enterprises with such seniority.

From this, Zhang Yang's talent can be seen.

And the four of them are all roommates in college, and when Song Shaoqing was running this factory, they all made a contribution, those who had money took money, those who had power contributed power, and those who had scheming scheming.

No, the labyrinth in this factory is the program written by Zhang Yang himself, and he led a team to do the implementation.

It can be said that these four young people set up a grass platform team in Yanjing, a treasure of feng shui, and obtained a steady stream of wealth.

"Alas, dead ......"

When Song Shaoqing heard this question, his eyes were lonely for no reason, these Tibetan mastiffs were all purebred wild Tibetan mastiffs that he went to the border in person and spent a lot of money to hire local hunters.

"What?"

As soon as Song Shaoqing's words fell, three surprised voices immediately echoed in the house.

It's no wonder they are so surprised, Song Shaoqing's Tibetan mastiffs are all fierce characters who can drive tigers and wolves, and looking at Song Shaoqing's expression at the moment, these Tibetan mastiffs are by no means normal birth, old age, sickness and death!

"All dead this afternoon, one blow!"

As he spoke, Song Shaoqing didn't know where to take out three thumb-sized stones, although these three stones were of different sizes and shapes, they were all covered with a layer of dark brown plasma on the surface, and they also emitted a disgusting fishy smell.

As soon as the mustache and the fat man smelled the disgusting smell, they turned their heads with a great change of expression. And Zhang Yang, who interrupted the laughter of the two just now, took a stone from Song Shaoqing's hand, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"Can you actually kill a Tibetan mastiff with a stone through the head with one blow, is it the legendary ancient warrior?" Zhang Yang muttered in his mouth.

"What, Ancient Warrior?" The other three people in the house were all captivated by his words, and their expressions were incredulous.

"This kind of hand is by no means something that ordinary people can have, even those killing machines cultivated by the military, I believe it is difficult for them to do this level, unless they use sniper rifles, they will never be able to do it so cleanly."

Zhang Yang said with a categorical expression.

"So, the person who killed these Tibetan mastiffs is the same person I just said about causing the explosion in the labyrinth?" Song Shaoqing's eyes showed a glint of resentment, staring at the few stones on the table.

Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out. Have you been messing with someone lately? ”

"Zhang Yang, are you saying that someone may come to me for revenge this time?" Song Shaoqing turned his head and thought carefully for a long time, and he didn't think that he had provoked any great characters.

Could it be that the little bunny who caused the trouble?

Thinking of this, Song Shaoqing's eyebrows unconsciously became entangled again. After hesitating for a while, he slowly said this.

"Could it be that you're being targeted? No, it is said that this kind of ancient warrior would not be easily mixed with the affairs of secular people under normal circumstances! Zhang Yang played with the brown stone in his hand, and his brows were furrowed for a while.

"Could it be that they are being targeted by the state?" The fat man asked as if he had thought of something.

The fat man's name is Liu Yuan, a second ancestor who does not learn and has no skills. Over the years, there have been many disasters to the girls in the 49 cities under the banner of the family.

His father is the director of the Yanjing State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, and when Song Shaoqing wanted to buy this land at a very small price in the early days of his business, he also made great efforts.

When Zhang Yang heard this, his eyes lit up.

The reason why Zhang Yang knew that there were people like ancient warriors in the world was because he listened to his grandfather who collected medicine for a living.

His grandfather once told him when he was a child that when he was young, he accidentally fell off a cliff and broke his leg. Later, he also met an ancient warrior who used the herbs in his medicine basket to connect his broken bones and send him back to the village. After that, he left suddenly, seemingly unwilling to interact with people too much.

Learn martial arts well and sell them to the emperor's family.

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of this sentence and couldn't help but sigh. It seems that in life, how can anyone really be like a fairy? Even in the eyes of mortals, aren't the ancient warriors who are high above also constrained by reality and power?

If it is really like what Liu Yuan said, this factory has been noticed by the state, it is better to let it go as soon as possible. Now we are catching up with the sensitive period of the re-election, and many people have already clamped their tails and become people.

Over the years, Song Shaoqing has indeed played a little big. It's a slave girl again, it's a beauty dog, the connections that should be accumulated have also been accumulated, the pigtails that should be grabbed have been caught, and it's time to stop.

Everyone saw that Zhang Yang was deep in thought, and they all closed their mouths quietly. The reason why this factory has been able to grow bigger and bigger and continue to make profits is actually relying on flamboyant ideas, so they have to respect this military advisor in the organization.

After a while, Zhang Yang finally came back to his senses from his contemplation. With a solemn expression, he looked at Song Shaoqing's eyes fixedly.

"Song Shao, stop it as soon as possible!" (To be continued.) )