In a 28-storey commercial building in Central, Zheng Wuming is sitting comfortably drinking coffee in his office, looking at the financial newspapers and magazines sent by his secretary this morning, looking for some promising business opportunities.

"Bang bang." There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." Zheng Wuming didn't raise his head and shouted, and after a while, he heard the door being opened, and then, the sound of high heels came in.

"Mr. Zheng, there is a gentleman surnamed Yan who wants to see you." The female secretary folded her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed slightly and said to Zheng Wuming.

"Surname Yan?" Zheng Wuming was stunned for a moment, raised his head to look at the secretary, and asked. "Which Mr. Yan?"

"Don't ask, it's me." Without waiting for the secretary to reply, Yan Murong's voice came from the door, and then, I saw Yan Murong walking in with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Yan, you-" The female secretary was startled. Didn't you make him wait outside? Why did he break in? If Mr. Zheng is to blame, she can't afford it.

"It's you." Zheng Wuming glanced at Yan Murong, and then waved his hand to the secretary. "You go out first."

"Okay, Mr. Zheng." The secretary nodded again and again, secretly glanced at Zheng Wuming's expression, and found that there was nothing unpleasant, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the office, and closed the office door lightly.

"Sit." Zheng Wuring pointed to the chair opposite the work and said.

"It's a nice place." Yan Murong was not polite, sat on the chair, and said while looking at the luxurious decoration of the office. "The three major consortia in China are really wealthy, and they don't blink an eye when they buy a four-story office building in a place like Hong Kong, which makes those working people who are still working hard to get up early and work late at the bottom of the society to be embarrassed."

"It's fine." Zheng Wuming didn't know what Yan Murong was going to do when he suddenly came here, but since he didn't say it, he didn't ask, so he just accompanied him in circles~ It's okay.

"One type of person has one way to live, but the process is basically the same, eating, drinking, Lazar and sleeping, no one is exempt from vulgarity." Zheng Wuming put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I have money, and I didn't get it by stealing, which only proves that I have worked hard."

"Yes, you're rich." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I wonder if you've done any philanthropy?"

"Yes." Zheng Wuming nodded. "There are always people who need help, and as a rich person, you should contribute some money."

"Well, it's quite noble." Yan Murong laughed. "I can't do it, it's not easy to make some money, I always ask my family for money, there are a lot of troubles, I follow a group of mad dogs behind my ass all day long, if I don't beat them, they will answer me endlessly."

"Hey, I'll ask you something." Yan Murong changed his words and asked. "When I just came back, you were looking for someone to block me, right?"

"Yes." Zheng Wuming did not shy away from admitting at all, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "You're here to dig through old accounts?"

"No, don't get me wrong." Yan Murong shook his head. "I'm just asking you - even if you don't admit it, I know it's you."

"Don't worry." Zheng Wuming looked at Yan Murong with burning eyes and said. "I won't use this kind of child's method anymore - you can see it, I came to Hong Kong to fight with you in business."

"I know." Yan Murong nodded. "You're ambitious, but you're so sure I'm no match for you?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Zheng Wuming asked with a smile on his face.

The conversation between the two people is like an old friend sitting together chatting, and people who don't know the inside story will never think that these two people will end up in a situation where they will never die.

"Falsehood." Yan Murong said. "Lies sound more comfortable."

"Lies? The lie is that I'm looking forward to your future performance. ”

"What about the truth?"

"Despise you strategically, value you tactically."

"That's a terrible sound." Yan Murong pursed his lips and asked. "What do you think of Toshiaki Mitsui?"

"Who is Toshiaki Mitsui?" Zheng Wuming asked with a puzzled expression.

"You don't know Toshiaki Mitsui?" Yan Murong was slightly surprised, judging from Zheng Wuming's expression, there was no other meaning in his eyes except puzzlement.

"I don't know." Zheng Wuming shook his head. "People from the Mitsui family in the island country?"

"If you don't know, forget it." Yan Murong didn't ask, but asked. "Do you know the ghost?"

"Ghosts?" Zheng Wuming was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise. "You know about ghosts?"

"I know." Yan Murong nodded, looking at Zheng Wuming with a smile. "Looks like you're familiar with ghosts too."

"If you're talking about the ghost organization, then I know." Zheng Wuming said. "That organization is rumored to be very mysterious by the outside world, but people with a little background know that the people there are not only killers but commercial spies--there are ghost people in my company, how can I not know--you have seen ghosts?"

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded, stared at Zheng Wuming and said. "What I saw wasn't a commercial espionage, it was a killer."

"You suspect it's me?" Zheng Wuming's face changed. Now he understood the purpose of Yan Murong's coming. It turned out that Dong Laxi had been talking for a long time, just to test whether he was looking for a ghost to deal with him.

"I was suspicious - the other day, I met the ghost's person, but she ran away in the end, but not long after, three island ninjas came to the door." Yan Murong said without the slightest concealment. "I caught a live one—guess what she told me?"

"What did you say?"

"She told me that Toshiaki Mitsui sent them." Yan Murong said. "And she also told me that there was a guy surnamed Zheng who had contact with Toshiaki Mitsui - first a ghost person, then a ninja, you say, isn't it a coincidence?"

"Not me." Zheng Wuming shook his head.

"It doesn't seem like you're right now." After staring at Zheng Wuming for a long time, Yan Murong said. "Why don't you explain more?"

"Nothing to explain." Zheng Wuming said. "I said it wasn't me, it wasn't me, and I wouldn't make trouble for myself."

"Well, I believe you." Yan Murong nodded and said.

"Am I supposed to thank you for your trust?" Zheng Wuming asked.

"Thank you." Yan Murong stood up and walked towards the door, and just halfway through, he suddenly turned around and looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "I think you should also look into this matter, or sooner or later, you will have to help someone else put on this hat."

PS: I apologize to everyone first.,It's seven chapters today.,I owe the next chapter to make up tomorrow.,It's really uncomfortable with a stomachache.,This chapter is barely coded.。