"No problem, the hotel rooms have been arranged, and you can move in at any time." Secretary Zhao Changhong said.

"Thank you so much." Mitsui Ichiro bowed in thanks.

I have to say that the nation of the little devils is indeed a nation with very heavy etiquette, whether they are sincere or not, at least they will not have a bad feeling when they see it, that is, the so-called etiquette is not strange.

"Mr. Mitsui, we have arranged a drinking party in the evening to catch the wind and wash the dust for you, and then we will have a good exchange between us." Zhao Changhong sent out an invitation.

No need, Secretary Zhao, thank you very much, but we are very tired, so we want to take a good rest and rest, so that tomorrow we will have more energy to discuss the investment inspection. As for the banquet, it's not too late to hold it after our cooperation is successful. Ichiro Mitsui politely refused.

"Okay, no problem." Zhao Changhong readily agreed, without a trace of anger at being rejected.

Before coming here, Zhao Changhong had some understanding of the habits of the little devils, and he didn't force it, so the group rushed to the hotel.

At the door of the hotel, Xingtian looked at the group of black-clothed men who got out of the car, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

Xingtian could clearly feel the brutality and murderous aura of these black-clothed men, which could only appear in those who walked on the verge of death all year round, such as killers, professional soldiers, mercenaries, armed bandits, and underworld thugs.

Obviously, this group of people is not ordinary people, it seems that Yang Xiangguo's worries are not wrong, there is really something wrong with this investment delegation, it is not like it is coming to Mingyue City to invest in it, but it seems to be here to perform some kind of task.

Suddenly, Xingtian's body tensed, and a shocked look appeared on his face, which was a reaction that would only occur when encountering great threats and dangers.

Xingtian looked at the old man who had just come down from the car on crutches, because Xingtian followed behind, and only saw the back of the old man, but Xingtian felt an inexplicable danger from this back, just a feeling, Xingtian couldn't say why he felt this way, Xingtian felt that Yang Xiangguo's worry was right, but he was far from estimating that the situation was more severe. Xingtian had a feeling that this group of people was really not so simple, and he didn't know what it would bring to Mingyue City?

The matter of the Songyi Group's investment delegation made Lang Xingtian feel uneasy, so he had to pay attention to this matter.

In the morning, under the leadership of Zhao Changhong, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and Zhu Xingui, Mayor of Songyi Group, the investment delegation went to a shed area in the suburbs, where there were no people, some estimated stray cats and dogs, and scavengers.

This time, Songyi Group plans to invest in an electronics factory in Mingyue City, and is expected to invest 500 million yuan, which is a big investment, which is of great help to Mingyue City's investment promotion, so Zhao Changhong, secretary of the municipal party committee, also attaches great importance to it, otherwise the mayor will pull over to invest, and he, the secretary of the municipal party committee, will not be busy.

Now Zhao Changhong is also anxious to make achievements, after all, economic development is now a standard to measure the achievements of officials.

At this time, not only Mitsui Ichiro came to investigate, but even Mitsui Ichiro's old son Mitsui Shuichi also came, needless to say, his strong and mysterious bodyguards also came, faintly protecting Mitsui Shuichi's side.

Lang Xingtian took a closer look at Mitsui Shuichi, a very ordinary old man, who looked kind and kind, with a cane, and was in good spirits, but the cross-shaped scar on his forehead looked very hideous, which made the old man have a trace of anger on his face.

Most of Lang Xingtian's mind is on these mysterious people, those bodyguards who are full of murderous energy, Lang Xingtian doesn't particularly care, but Mitsui Shuichi makes Lang Xingtian feel extremely dangerous.

Lang Xingtian also asked Xun Yi what was going on? Xun Yi didn't answer directly, saying that he would let him feel it himself.

Mitsui Shuichi doesn't seem to be very interested in investigating investment matters, and all things are handled by his son Mitsui Ichiro, and he seems to be out to relax.

"Mr. Mitsui, what do you think of this place? The geographical location is very superior, belongs to the suburbs of the city, from the city center is not particularly far, and the traffic here is very convenient, as long as a section of the road can be connected to the road, and there is a market town not far away, it is also very convenient to eat and buy things. Zhao Changhong gave a detailed introduction to the current place.

Zhu Xingui was not familiar with Mingyue City because he had just come to Mingyue City for a long time, so when Zhao Changhong introduced him, he kept smiling and watching from the side, and helped from time to time.

Seeing this situation, Lang Xingtian couldn't help but sigh: "This new mayor is a character, and the scheming of the city government is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Secretary Zhao, Mayor Zhu, I have worked hard for you today, I have seen a few places, I am very satisfied with this place, I think there should be no better place than this, and the time is not early, and there is no need to inspect the rest of the places." Ichiro Mitsui is very satisfied with the land in front of him.

"As long as Mr. Mitsui is satisfied, what about your investment?" Zhao Changhong saw that Songyi Group was satisfied, and his worries were alleviated a lot, this investment promotion was very important, and Zhao Changhong had to attach great importance to it.

"As for the investment matter, after we go back to the hotel, we will discuss it, and I will talk about the investment in detail in the afternoon, what do you think?" Mitsui Ichiro secretly glanced at Mitsui Shuichi, and after receiving instructions, he said with a satisfied expression on his face.

Mitsui Ichiro's movements are very secretive, and no one else has found out, but only Lang Xingtian has found out, because most of Lang Xingtian's attention is focused on Mitsui Shuichi, so the secret actions between the two people naturally can't be hidden from Lang Xingtian, who has a strong perception.

These circumstances made Lang Xingtian understand that although Mitsui Ichiro was the person in charge of the Matsuichi Group on the surface, in fact, Mitsui Shuichi secretly controlled the power of the group, and all decisions of Mitsui Ichiro must be agreed by Mitsui Shuichi. No wonder this old devil is so old that he still runs over.

"Since Mr. Mitsui is satisfied, then we are relieved." Zhao Changhong was very happy.

At this time, no one noticed that a trembling figure in the distance staggered towards the group.

This weak figure attracted everyone's attention, everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be a scavenger, a very old woman, the real age can no longer be distinguished, you can see that the weak body of the building is carrying the things picked up, there are waste paper, there are drink bottles, and some unknown things.

The old woman's clothes were not only thin, but also tattered, and now it was autumn, the weather had become cold, and by this time many people were already wearing thick clothes.

The autumn wind with a thick chill, mercilessly blowing on the old woman's body, everyone can clearly see the old woman's weak body trembling when the cold wind blows.

The figure slowly approached, and everything about the old woman could be seen more clearly. The old woman was unkempt, and her silver hair flew in the air, obscuring her face. Only after the cold wind blows, can you faintly see the face full of ravines behind the silver hair, the old face that has been mercilessly tortured by the years.

The old woman's dry hands were only skinned and bone-covered, only a thin layer of wrinkled skin wrapped around the skeleton, without a bit of flesh, so thin.

The old woman struggled to hold the garbage picked up behind her back with one hand, and with the other hand trembled and held half of the steamed bun that I didn't know where it had been picked up and I don't know how long, it had been hard and black. The toothless mouth laboriously gnawed on the steamed bun in his hand, slowly squirming in his mouth, melting the dry and hard steamed bun by spitting, and swallowing hard.

Seeing such a miserable appearance, everyone present fell into silence and watched the old woman walk towards everyone.

Everyone's faces had different expressions, Zhao Changhong's face had a look of shame, Zhu Xingui was pale and white, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the people in Mingyue City who were present all had ugly faces, and some lowered their heads.

Only the little devil's face is very calm, without any expression,