The things that are in the limelight are often the most hypocritical, people are like this, and the black hall will be the same.

Finally, a Volkswagen Phaeton came into the eyes of most people, but the most attractive thing is not the owner of the Phaeton, but the license plate hung by the Phaeton.

The best place to watch from the hotel.

"Ma Bing?" Ha Wucan stared at the phaeton that came into view, like a hunter staring at prey.

The black cat turned its head and sat in front of the window, dressed in a black dress, but wearing a peaked cap, covering the beautiful face, but despite this, walking on the street was enough to cause 100% of the animals of the opposite sex to turn back.

"It's not just Ma Bing." The black cat looked at the phaeton parked in the corner, and the Audi A6 also stopped side by side.

"Could it be that someone on the white face is planning to help Zhao Kuangchao?" Ha Wucan, it is estimated that there is only this possibility, otherwise these cunning entrepreneurs will not all join in the fun.

"Ha no, maybe we won't be able to touch the black hall in the future." The black cat muttered, the three young men in suits and leather shoes who came down from Phaeton were particularly eye-catching, and Xu Hongmeng, who was the leader, had an unstoppable sharpness, even if everyone knew that Xu Hongmeng was in a very embarrassing position now, but who would dare to provoke this young man who had revenge.

Ha Wucan looked at these popular people in Qingdao in a daze, thinking about when Zhao Kuangran jumped the dragon gate, but Ha Wucan actually found that he couldn't figure it out, it seems that this amazing Zhao Kuangchao, when he is a blockbuster, does not seem to be a blockbuster.

The other room separated from the black cat is also a place with an extremely good view, several men gritted their teeth and looked at this qiē, and a young man with white hair on his head made a phone call hatefully, his face full of unwillingness, as if he had given up something.

"Cheng Tao, is this what threat does your black hall lack pose to us?" The white-haired young man threw his phone to the ground, looking annoyed and angry.

The man standing by the window with a black line on his face did not turn his head, but clenched his fists tightly, his teeth clenched, and some things did not get when he had already touched some, perhaps subconsciously some people thought that this thing had already belonged to him since -7-7-7-7, m.≥.co□mstyle_tt; They, when they are taken away from their hands forever and alive, so these people are angry, even to the point of being so angry that they can't extricate themselves.

After the Audi A6 stopped, Wang Daode got out of the car in a hurry, and hurriedly opened the door of the back seat of the car, Xu Hongmeng and the three of them also stood respectfully, looking at the few old fritters who were standing at the door and ready to stammer, their eyes were straight, thinking about what kind of people would be if Xu Hongmeng, the four big celebrities, could be like this.

Zhao Kuangchao and several people also heard the movement at the door, and came out together, looking at this extremely lively scene, only to see the door of the old A6 car slowly opened, and an old man with a snowflake wooden cane exposed half of his body.

"Who is this old man?" Even if Zhao Kuangchao is in the head of the elm, through the expressions of all the people, he knows that this old man is definitely a ruthless character.

Gao Wanfu, who came out together, shuddered and said: "We can never afford to provoke the big man, the mess, whether the black hall can be ruined this time depends on the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of this old man." ”

"So strict?" Zhao Kuangran couldn't believe it, it seemed that the direction that this old man was looking at was his side, this particularly kind face, seemed to have something daunting, as for what this thing was, Zhao Kuang couldn't come out, but he felt that these were indeed there.

"This" Xu Fuyun, who has always been indifferent to Qiē, was a little speechless, he knew in his heart what kind of energy this old man named Lu Changchun had in Qingdao, but what really surprised Xu Fuyun was that this Zhao Kuangchao, how did he invite this great immortal, it seems that with the appearance of Lu Changchun, this qiē has become a fixed number, Xu Fuyun seems to have seen the rise of Pan Weigong again, or a more than Pan Weigong or a being against the sky.

"This is about to end?" Mengzi's face was full of unwillingness, and he also knew that with the appearance of this old man, it was estimated that even if he was an outlaw, he would not dare to show his head, because there was only one end to making trouble on this occasion.

"Zhao Kuangran, this young man, maybe one day, he will jump out of Qingdao, his ambition is not just a black hall, fierce son, let's not think about fighting with this guy, regardless of whether he is qualified or not, even if we are tied into a rope and stand in front of him now, it is estimated that it will not be the thickness of his eyes, so don't be bored in the future." Yang Dazhuang, it seems that this man who is happy to watch a little bit of unwillingness also has a slight imperceptible unwillingness in his tone.

Mengzi didn't speak, only helplessness and unwillingness on his face.

"In the future, if you can pull the relationship, give this Zhao Kuang a lot of trouble, although this guy is too jealous, but it is not a hateful face, making a friend of interest is also a good choice." Xu Fuyun got up softly, without any intention of staying, after all, there would be no more excitement downstairs.

Yang Dazhuang didn't drag behind Xu Fuyun, and looked away, only Mengzi stood in place and hated a few words, but no one seemed to be able to hear it except him.

"The situation is settled." The black cat whispered, but there were some other things mixed in between the words, and at the same time, he didn't stay in this unsightly private room for more than half a moment, because there was no point in continuing to observe.

At the same time, most of the private rooms on the second floor have been empty, and the tacit understanding is like it has been all over the place, some people are distressed because they can't fall into the well, some people are angry because they can't fall into the well, some people regret because they can't get the icing on the cake, there are too many people, but the only thing that is a foregone conclusion is that the black hall has completely stood in the muddy land of Qingdao from today, and it is deep-rooted.

in the rooms of the hostel.

The dove looked at the latest photo, the wireless mouse in his hand fell directly on the messy ground, took out his mobile phone in a little panic, and dialed a phone number with a trembling hand, which was to call the person who was secretly taking pictures in the hotel.

"Come back, come back quickly!" The dove was hoarse, as if he had touched something that he could never touch in his life.

"Brother Dove, what's wrong?" Kuroko asked anxiously, feeling that at this moment, the dove was like he had just entered the industry, and he was in a mess.

"Do you know who this old guy is?" The dove shivered and lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, coughing because it was too fast.

"Who is it?" Kuroko was puzzled, after following the dove for so long, it was the first time he had seen the dove with such a look.

"Lu Changchun, when he was mayor of Qingdao, he was older than our age." The dove exhaled deeply, with a deep taboo in his tone, as if he had met the most venomous snake, and this snake only needed one bite, and they were completely helpless.

Kuroko took a deep breath of cold air, maybe he didn't understand what this height meant, but even if he didn't have talent, he knew that this old man must not be touched, and he must not be provoked.

"The situation has been decided, the situation has been decided, I can't imagine that this Zhao Kuangchao can actually move this old immortal out, isn't this a sincere plan to swallow Qingdao in one bite?" The dove muttered, touching the stubble on his chin, with a dignified face, if Zhao Kuangchao establishes an order with Zhao Kuangran's name, then the rest of the people will be very happy, this is for sure, this kind of calm that is not calm is the last thing some careerists want to see, because no one has a reason to boil another Pan Weigong, not to mention this Zhao Kuangchao who is like the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves.

"Then you can only watch him swallow like this?" Kuroko wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The dove didn't answer, this kind of thing, no one is good, but even if Zhao Kuangchao invited this old immortal, there are some people who are crazy and not afraid of death, but there are many, and it is unknown whether Zhao Kuangchao can survive or not.

The center of this whirlwind of the black hall, that is, Zhao Kuangchao, stood a little overwhelmed, and felt abstract, even if it was Zhao Kuangchao, a party with a qiē, all the feelings, not as deep as these outsiders waiting to see the excitement.

If it weren't for Gong San'er's coughing a few times, it is estimated that Zhao Kuangchao has not fully reacted, and bent over slightly to walk through the crowd, this young man is not at all inconspicuous on this occasion, his appearance is not comparable to a waiter who pours tea and water, and his momentum is not even comparable to that of a gangster who has just entered the industry, like an extremely indifferent storage zài,

Xu Hongmeng came up and had a bear hug with Zhao Kuang, in fact, what caused this qiē, turned the three words Zhao Kuangchao into a topic, seven points is not because Zhao Kuangchao has any ability, but this man who is very good at hype, for example, the black hall is a capital play, then the director must be this Xu Hongmeng, the protagonist is Zhao Kuangchao, and this Lu Changchun is a superstar, and the light of one person covers a qiē, so that people forget to see what kind of script this is, what is this scene playing, Or when will this scene end, and no one will pay attention to the joys and sorrows, bitterness and astringency of these unrecognizable actors, because outsiders only look at the results and never care about this incomparably tortuous cutscene, which is a very fucked-up thing.