There is a saying that the more you hate each other, the more you understand each other.

Counting it, the white bear and this man have taken this sentence to the extreme, and perhaps the word hatred is not clear when applied to them. Because these two people are destined to have a life and death, or neither of them will survive safely.

"Three directors, your handwriting is not small, for fear that Beijing will not know that you are back." The white bear looked at the guy sitting at the conference table who was a little suspicious.

"Three little people who are nothing, if they die, they will die, don't murmur in my ear, you know what I want." The man turned his back to the white bear, smoking a cigarette like a little old man, spitting out one smoke ring after another, which was not very beautiful, with some very indebted smiles on his face, but unfortunately the white bear could not appreciate it.

"You think it looks like five years ago? This is no longer a society that can be opened with a knife, if you want to fight with me, let the horse come, there is no need to make the city full of wind and rain. Bai Xiong said, he was confident that he would kill the man in front of him here, but he still didn't know whether the business car downstairs was stuffed with n.

The man laughed wildly, "Are you kidding me?" What's the point of getting rid of your white bear? In other words, aren't you a puppet? The man finally turned his head, and his face was completely gone, and a sinister aura came over his face, as if the temperature of the entire conference room had been lowered a little.

The white bear didn't react, as if he had seen too many of these characters, and said in a deep voice: "Go up? Ghost King, you have touched enough things, the people above me are not what you should touch, or are they the ones that should not be touched, do you understand? ”

"That's why I wanted to touch it." The man, known as the Ghost King, said, stepping on the cigarette butt.

"You're crazy!" Bai Xiong felt that the guy in front of him was a little unreasonable, although he knew very well what the Ghost King was thinking at the moment.

"What if it's crazy, since it's already messy, let him mess up even more, and then mess up diǎn, until it makes a sensation for them, and a week later, Yanzi is off. You can bring as many people as you want, I'm waiting there, always playing these yin does have diǎn can't be on the table, if you want to play, play a big one. The man said, completely ignoring the difference between this behavior and his breaking into the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce alone, but often ∷dǐng∷diǎn∷小∷ said, .↓.o♂s_(); This kind of routine like an empty city plan can often have a surprising effect, and the so-called barefoot heel wearing shoes is certainly not the same as many scruples.

"Play really?" The white bear looked at the guy in front of him, thinking about which one the ghost king was fighting again.

"Of course." The Ghost King replied without hesitation.

The white bear was silent.

"Then I'll leave it here, whether you come or not, it's all up to your ability, don't let me look down on this Chamber of Commerce from now on, this Beijing, if you have any tricks, just let it go." As he spoke, the man jumped off the conference table and walked without dragging mud and water, leaving behind a depth charge.

"Ghost King, what the hell are you thinking?" The white bear stopped the man and asked a very silly, silly question.

The man stopped, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's because I don't know what I'm thinking." ”

Open the mahogany door of the conference room, and there were five old men standing at the door with not very good expressions, if others were to be estimated, they would have been crushed by the powerful momentum of these five old men, but the man turned a blind eye to the bald man and left very chicly.

Maybe this man has been hated to the root of his teeth, but these five old men are helpless, this feeling, they haven't experienced it for a long, long time.

"Follow them, there's a chance to solve it." Gong Sanzhi said to Zhou Malone, who was belated.

Zhou Malone diǎn diǎn head and left with a few people around him.

Bai Xiong walked out of the conference room step by step, facing the five old men with explanations in their eyes, Bai Xiong exhaled deeply and said, "It seems that we are busy." ”

A week, not long or short, the battle of Yanziguan and Zhao Kuangchao's wedding were mixed together by coincidence.

For that day, some people look forward to it, and some people are terrified.

The Cadillac broke through the rain curtain and drove towards the calm village outside Beijing, perhaps because of the cover of the heavy rain, it failed to break the last tranquility of this existence.

The car stopped far away from the village and away from Beijing, after all the way to the subversion, Sichuan is still sleeping, it is estimated that he is tired, Gong San'er fell on the door of the car and got out of the car, knocked on the door of the tile house.

"Who?" A man's voice came from the room.

"Master, me." Gong San'er felt that because of the wound on his body, he grinned a little in pain.

Gong San'er just finished speaking, and the door opened.

A bald uncle stood inside the door, looked at Gong San'er who was a little wolf bèi drenched in the rain, frowned, and got out of the way, but took a few more glances at the big mountain that stood behind Gong San'er and looked like a small mountain.

After a period of bandaging, Gong San'er and Da Yue seemed to be packed, especially Gong San'er, whose very stumbling face only showed a pair of eyes.

"Zhao Kuang has been here." Lao Xiong packed these two sick numbers, and the injuries on the two of them were simply drizzle compared to the wounds on Zhao Kuangran's body.

Gong San'er wasn't too surprised, just diǎn diǎn head.

"I heard that you left Beijing, why did you come back again? This juncture is not your original intention. Lao Xiong said, no longer obsessed with the topic of Zhao Kuangchao.

"I don't know why my ears are so soft." Gong San'er took out the box of Hongtashan that miraculously did not get wet, and held one in his mouth but did not burn it, looking like he had quit smoking, but most of it was blocked by bandages and gauze.

"Probably a good thing." The old bear lit a cigarette comfortably, completely ignoring that it was early in the morning.

"Good things, bad things, who knows." Gong San'er said indifferently, maybe he had already seen the difference, but he did not regret returning to Beijing again.

"By the way, Zhao Kuang asked me to send you a few words." The old bear patted his bare head and said.

"Say." Gong San'er probably knows what Lao Xiong will say.

Lao Xiong told Zhao Kuangchao what he said to him as it was, but he really couldn't imitate Zhao Kuangran's expression at that time, but Lao Xiong knew that Gong San'er could definitely imagine it.

After Gong San'er listened, he was just silent, he didn't know what kind of consciousness Zhao Kuangchao had, but he knew that if he really added that thing in Qinglong Village, Zhao Kuangchao would really die.

"In other words, this is the last thing left by Zhao Kuangran, if it were you, master, I would really go there, think about what else we can do in this era, nothing, our set has long been eliminated by this era." The old bear flicked the ashes of his cigarette, his face was desolate, like a defeated general who had lost his armor, maybe they lost, but it definitely didn't mean that they were dead.

Gong San'er didn't say anything, just thinking about what he contradicted with this era.

Thinking about it, there is no answer, maybe maybe I am really unconsciously, becoming the least rare thing in this era, this feeling makes people inexplicably anxious, like an old man, like an uncle, very reluctant to admit that he is old, but he is already old.

"Da Yue, let's go to Xiaoxing'an Mountains, since the chaotic son plans to set up a grave somewhere, we will set up one for him." Gong San'er sat hunched over, like a little old man.

Dayue silently diǎn diǎn head.

The small room fell silent again, and the three of them thought about their own thoughts.

"If the mess has to die, where does he deserve to die?" Gong San'er said silently, this is a very unlucky and unlucky problem, and it may be a problem that must be faced.

"Brother Mess won't die." Dayue seems to be going to beat Gong San'er.

"If." Gong San'er emphasized, but if this is possible, according to this development, Zhao Kuangchao may really be free only by death.

"No one will ever know." The old bear got up silently and opened the door, it was still raining heavily, and the sun was not moving, giving people a very inexplicable depression, the world, at this moment, may still be changing.

But the only thing that will not change, and the only thing that will not fade in this era that will erase a qiē, is the original intention, the original intention of the master, his original intention, Zhao Kuangchao's original intention, Dayue's original intention, and even the original intention of the child sleeping in the car, when these original intentions deteriorate, Gong San'er will not be Gong San'er, in a sense, it is considered dead, so a person, even if he is not good, even if he is kneeling, lying, or there is no place to lie, don't forget his most important thing, Why are you running in society?

"We're lost." Zhou Malone said.

"Come back, he's not something you can touch." There is no accident in the white bear, if there is a problem that can be solved by Zhou Malone, it is not called a problem.

Zhou Malone hung up the phone silently, thinking about what had just happened, staring at the business all the way, and even Zhou Malone didn't even dare to blink his eyes, but the business disappeared in the rain curtain out of thin air, thinking about that, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhou Malone's body, he is not a person who believes in ghosts and gods, but he is not a person who doesn't believe in a single diǎn, people who have been on the road for a long time, more or less believe in a diǎn inexplicable thing.

The second half of the night in Beijing.

The five elders dispersed, and only Bai Xiong was left in the conference room, what would these five old men do behind their backs, Bai Xiong knew in his heart, but he would definitely not take it to heart, if he was thinking about these things that were not decent every day, he would not be promoted to the president of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce.

The White Dragon Chamber of Commerce ushered in another wave of guests, but this time it was not an uninvited guest, and the two old men were no less than the white bears between them.