It wasn't until Zhao Kuang Chao and the others completely left their field of vision that Yang Fenghuo came back to his senses, but even so, he didn't have the slightest intention of repenting.

"I'll leave it to you to explain when I go back to Beijing, I haven't seen anything, and I don't know anything." Lei Zi knocked on the pills, and lazily glanced at Yang Fenghuo, who had made a loss-making deal.

Yang Fenghuo nodded slightly, as if he didn't know what the two words of explanation represented.

Li Jackal and Zhou Yanhua stood behind Yang Fenghuo in a daze, without anything more, or with some subtle changes in the inner impression of this unscrupulous uncle, without anything more, without asking anything, and also left with Lei Zi, but not in the direction leading to Beijing, but this collector who gradually touched the tip of the iceberg, although Yang Fenghuo did not give them anything in a direct sense, but this man who can really pull out his sword to help is not so hateful.

Now the yurt is completely calm, there is only an old man, and a guy who seems to have lost his soul.

"Beacon, are you sure you don't regret doing this?" Zang Lu Zhen muttered.

Yang Fenghuo shook his head and said: "I'm a forty-year-old man, even if I regret it, I have to be laughed off by others when I go out, since I have made a decision, even if it is the south wall in front of me, I have to hit it, I am such a kind of person." ”

Zang Lu Zhen smiled, it seemed that it was because of Yang Fenghuo's particularly vivid method that added a little more black humor to this atmosphere that was about to freeze.

"It's okay if you don't regret it, if you don't regret it." Zang Lu Zhen muttered a few words, dragging his somewhat tired body away, leaving Yang Fenghuo alone here to yearn for something.

Is this qiē over? It's more like another beginning.

Yang Fenghuo stepped on the cigarette butt and walked out.

Where there is tranquility, there must be a place where the wind and clouds surge.

Qingdao, Shandong.

The big cake of profit is divided into thousands of pieces, divided by countless careerists, like hyenas and wild dogs in the African savannah, these people who are waiting for a good meal finally take their mouths, and leave no room for mercy.

In this case, there is no shortage of death fights, so for most of the past half a month, there has hardly been a day of peace in Qingdao, and I don't know how long this kind of fight will last.

For most careerists, this is undoubtedly their favorite situation, and it is often the best time to make oil and water, but some people are happy and some are worried, which is bitter for the bigwigs in the Qingdao Z industry, who are doing the work of wiping their buttocks every day, and are slapped in the face by their superiors again and again, which is not a life at all. However, they really can't help these fish and shrimp, and even look forward to the appearance of such a budding bird, to make a beautiful example of killing chickens and monkeys, so that this Qingdao can be completely calm.

But this budding bird, whether it is a black cat or a roe deer, can't do it, it's one thing to be untenable, and it's another thing to not have this strength.

What is a successful person? It is the people who know what the world lacks most, so some so-called "successful people" began to flock to Qingdao, trying or fantasizing about playing the role of this rising bird, but it is just an attempt to add fantasy.

However, the people who really stare at the core of the cake are quieter than anyone else, and they seem to be waiting for an opportunity, or the competition after the biggest storm, after that time, the real one standing is the last strong man in this huge Qingdao.

"Huh." The roe deer pushed the mahjong and laughed loudly, although the face was not ordinary ugly.

Huang Zhonghou threw out a few red hairs, which was also his last belongings, and when the roe deer was going to continue fighting, his head shook like a rattle, and if he continued to play, it was estimated that he would lose all his underwear. Maybe this guy never dreamed of the hookup between the roe deer and Li Hongjue, if the performances of these three people were put on the movie screen, it was estimated that they would have to win an award.

"I want to borrow you again?" The roe deer was abducted, with a smile of bad intentions.

Huang Zhonghou shook his head vigorously.

The roe deer laughed along, and there was a feeling that its original form was revealed.

"I heard that Zhao Kuangran has been missing for a while, it seems that he really left Qingdao or died, we will continue to wait?" Li Hong diverted the topic, and the birds were wandering in his hands.

"I don't believe he will die, although this guy is indispensable to the enemy, but it is absolutely impossible to die like this." The roe deer shook his head.

"Then you mean that this Zhao Kuang left Qingdao?" Li Hongwei put down the bird in his hand.

The roe deer nodded and said: "Definitely, I have a hunch, this guy will definitely come back, now the black cat can be patient not to swallow this big cake, let's wait for another ten days and eight days, no matter what happens, Qingdao oil and water, outsiders can't take it away." ”

"Roe deer, don't think that they are all fish and shrimp mixed in, and there are many powerful fierce people, but the strong dragon can't suppress the ground snake, so it's up to the black cat's next move." The old evil looked deeply savored.

"The black cat is very cunning, but the girl is just a girl after all, what I really care about is that Zhao Kuangchao." The roe deer had an innocent expression, as if he remembered that he had to watch the matter about Zhao Kuangchao, this young man who made people more and more impenetrable was the real taboo.

"What kind of guy is this Zhao Kuangran?" Huang Zhonghou's ears could hear that the cocoon was coming, but who was this Zhao Kuangchao, Huang Zhonghou was curious in his heart.

"What kind of guy" Lao Xie touched his chin, and found that none of his words could be used to accurately describe Zhao Kuangchao.

"You'll find out when you see it." The roe deer was vague, the thoughts in his heart were no different from the old evil, and he couldn't describe which category this Zhao Kuangchao belonged to, he could only be a complete outlier.

A mid-range villa area with a special meaning, but if you want to live here, even if you sharpen your scalp, it is estimated that it is difficult to live in. What the reason is, the average person probably can't figure it out, but those who are either rich or expensive definitely understand it better than anything else.

A villa located in the northernmost part, there are several Volkswagen parked at the door, the most eye-catching, is a black Audi A6, but the license plate has some doorways, without exception at the beginning, Lu B00, what do these numbers represent, people who often enter the Qingdao Municipal Party Committee must be clear.

The decoration in the villa is exceptionally simple, there are no precious antique relics, and the furniture is as old as the previous era. The redundant decoration, perhaps only a pair of welcome pine painted on the wall of the door, but there is no nomination, but it is extraordinarily neutral, as if this pine is painted alive, or more real than alive, people have to admire the skills of the painter who painted this welcome pine.

On a desk with a classical taste sits an old man wearing thick reading glasses, holding a thick old book in his hand, reading intently.

In front of the old man, there were four silent people, these men in suits and leather shoes, all of them were rising stars in the world, and the future was unlimited, which could be a nonsense, but in front of this old man, they were all docile like a cat.

A particularly temperamental woman pushed the door into the room, holding a few pieces of paper with scribbled words in her hand, and slowly put them in the old man's hand, the old man came back to his senses, and smiled kindly at the woman with two long braids: "Chun, you have a heart." ”

"Grandpa Lu, it's all my business." Chunnan smiled softly, and the two dimples on his face seemed to be filled with wine, which made people inexplicably intoxicated.

The old man nodded, but after sweeping at the four men in the room again, his expression became slightly more solemn, or there was a kind of stern sù that made people dare not joke.

"I know why you came to me as an old man, but don't think that this old man of mine really has the ability to use his strength to stabilize the current Qingdao, and all I can do now is to help you play a pitiful card to the top." The old man put down the heavy book, picked up the paper that Chunnan had brought with him, and looked at it.

The faces of several young men with bright appearances were gloomy, and they looked spiritless. One of them asked with a tired face, "Teacher, you really have no other way?" ”

"If I had that ability, I wouldn't have been the mayor of Qingdao for more than 30 years, and now there is no order in the place where the light can't be seen, and those of us who carry lanterns can only wipe our buttocks, can we suppress one, can we suppress this Qingdao?" The old man stroked his beard and flipped through a piece of paper.

A few men in suits and leather shoes were like frosted eggplants in an instant, and they had come to beg this teacher who had retired for many years to be very embarrassed, but they didn't expect to pull them out of this trough for a point, everyone knows that no matter how Qingdao continues to make trouble, they seem to have a promising good seedling, but they all have to be planted, and it is in a way to replace the dead ghosts.

"There may be only one way to calm Qingdao down now." The old man turned the page again, looked at the last piece of paper, and finally put down the scribbled words that were unrecognizable.

"What?" The young man asked, pricking up his ears.

"Re-raise a Pan Weigong, we can't suppress these demons and monsters, but it doesn't mean that these demons and monsters can't suppress the demons and monsters, in terms of means, they have more than us, and they can also let go of their hands and feet, but the most important thing is that there are two requirements for choosing the right person, one is the strength to suppress the heroes, and the other is that they will not give us the eyes to play with their hearts." The old man helped his reading glasses, although this sentence is easy, but this person who meets these two conditions is not something that can be found casually, but for these hungry young Z guests, even if they want to find the stars in the sky, they probably dare to accept it, and no one wants to look at their future so unclear.