"Won't you die easily?" Thinking about the last sentence left by Wu Zairong, Xu Yongming's expression became extremely hideous.

Since you are so persistent, you still jump up and down to break the dead end.

Then, please die.

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Ride a motorbike and speed on the road in the early morning.

The cold wind, which was frozen to the bone marrow, blew every muscle in his body like a knife, maintaining the spirit that was rare because he had only slept for two hours.

Yes, the property in Cheongdam-dong was kept by him.

ON THE OTHER HAND, HE SOLD HIS CAR AND RELEASED A FEW SONGS, IN ORDER TO MAKE UP FOR THE LOAN GAP AND MAINTAIN RONG'S DAILY OPERATION.

Because Song Chenghao had something to do temporarily, he returned to the days when he rode a motorcycle to work in 04.

RONG'S CRITICAL SITUATION, HE'S PRETTY MUCH DEALT WITH, AND RONG IS BACK UP AND RUNNING. Although it is not as brave and diligent as before, slowing down the pace has laid a solid foundation.

He's not good at managing, that's right. But he still knows one thing, the so-called management, is to take advantage of the situation, borrow a certain way and method to borrow the ability of subordinates or other elements to achieve goals.

N.H.N'S OPPRESSION IS A MOMENTUM, A MOMENTUM THAT WANTS TO ANNEX RONG, A MOMENTUM THAT HE DOESN'T WANT AND CAN'T CONTROL.

In order to balance this momentum, he had to bring in a third party. And if the operation is good, this trend of N.H.N. may also be a help.

As for the technical staff, he really can't help it. No matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to conjure up a living person. Under the blockade of the N.H.N. Fortunately, Zifeng has the right to help, and it is not difficult to get through this level.

Shake hands with N.H.N?

He was already in a meeting with Xu Yongming. Clearly and clearly, that is impossible. Unless it's a dream.

Even if RONG can't hold on, the twinkle fails, and the company's value shrinks to nothing, he will never just give in.

What's more, on the chessboard, he hasn't lost a single piece yet.

With a big yawn, Wu Zairong blinked vigorously, on the road, he couldn't doze off.

This time. MENTALLY BUSY WITH RONG'S AFFAIRS, HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO FIGHT WITH YANG HYUN SUK.

But that doesn't mean he's dutifully fulfilling YG's schedule without any resentment.

On the contrary, he was now full of rage. Just wait for the turmoil on RONG's side to end and enter a stable period, and "talk" with him, the president Yang Hyun-suk, who has shit in his head, step by step.

He is very nostalgic. But that doesn't mean he's weak. Before Yang Hyun Suk opened his mouth to his interests, he should have kept his eyes open to see, with such a big appetite, be careful to burst his teeth.

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Looking at YG's makeshift babysitter car. Wang Wenxi sighed, it's too broken, do you want to drive it again today to catch up with work?

In the absence of Song Sung-ho. He's called an assistant and he's actually in charge of the broker's business.

Forget it. Anyway, they don't give the salary. Wu Zairong didn't say anything, and it was even more difficult for him to say anything.

Open the door of the driver's seat. Wang Wenxi politely greeted Wu Zairong, "President." ”

There was no response.

It shouldn't be. He, the president, is a very polite person, and if there is no hatred, it is impossible not to respond after greeting.

Wang Wenxi turned his head and looked at the situation in the back seat. It turned out to be asleep.

Because of exhaustion, he didn't even take off the helmet of the locomotive, and quickly fell asleep. This kind of thing happened to the president, who has always been quite dignified, which made Wang Wenxi feel very happy.

Turn your head, hold the steering wheel, start the engine, and look ahead. There are still a lot of places to run today.

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Waiting in front of the traffic light, Wang Wenxi tapped the steering wheel with his hand. For some reason, for no reason, a dark cloud pressed on his heart, making people uneasy.

It's like, it's as if something bad is about to happen.

Will you be late?

Probably not, the show that started at six o'clock is only half past five now, and there is plenty of time.

What would that be?

As the green light turned on, Wang Wenxi stepped on the accelerator and left the cranky thoughts just now.

It's because I'm too careful. He thought so.

Wang Wenxi didn't notice that the two trucks coming from the opposite side were driving in an abnormal way as they gradually approached.

Near, near, close.

A truck, suddenly changing direction, crossed the middle of the road, in the direction he was heading.

The brakes are useless because they are too close. At this moment, this thought flashed through Wang Wenxi's mind.

With the strength of the milk, he turned the steering wheel to the right, hoping to avoid the Big Mac.

The image of the truck was constantly zoomed in and out on the retina, and the adrenaline was secreted endlessly, and Wang Wenxi only felt his heart jump out of his chest.

It can be done, it can be avoided, and although he is nervous, he still smiles.

Without waiting for a celebration, his smile froze on his face.

On the other side of the road, there was another "solemn" truck, at a speed of 80 yards, at the nanny car, opening its bloody mouth.

Because of the violent deviation of the body, Wu Zairong was awakened. It's a pity that he came together and saw such a terrifying picture.

It was a murder. Such a thought flashed through the minds of the two of them.

Boom!

Phew!

Bang Dang!

Despite pressing on the accelerator, the nanny car was hit by the truck that was not of the same quality without hesitation.

In the middle of the road, a splendid flower bloomed.

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Wu Zairong, aren't you going to die?

I'll let you die. Regarding his promotion, Xu Yongming has completely lost his mind.

Even if you can't kill it, you have to understand the price you have to pay for it.

PS (I'm wondering, if I write a whole drama at the bottom, will it become a divine book.)

It's like an old clerk.

Aha. (To be continued......)

PS: Because there is an exam tomorrow night, it may not be updated, this chapter will be sent out first, and it will be Tuesday's update.