This old man, known to everyone as the old fox, was in charge of one side at the age of twenty, entered the provincial level at the age of thirty, sealed the territory at the age of forty, and is now fifty-five years old, as if he had become the iron-blooded emperor of the party, and countless successive or former leaders had worked under him or indirectly under him. Even now, many elders of the DPRK and China have to call him the old secretary when they see him, which is incredible, but it is very realistic.

No one knows what he's really afraid of, but he's always been on the dominant side of countless teams and choices, and he could have gone one step further than a decade ago, even having his name appear on news broadcasts all day long. But he only stopped at a small Oriental Pearl, and rubbed this pearl shiny.

Everyone knew his temperament, and everyone knew his preferences, but everyone didn't dare to say more words to him or give him more gifts. It's not that he's upright, it's that he'll take your things on the surface, and then remove your official when he turns around.

Two-sided and three-stabbed, extremely cunning. This is everyone's evaluation, once when he was inspecting a school, a bold student who didn't know whether to live or die pointed to his nose and said that you are an old fox, he was not angry, but smiled indifferently. Everyone thought that the old fox would divide the student into five horses afterwards, in fact, the school did so, and expelled the college entrance examination talent from all the students, but at this time, the old fox spoke and personally named the student to be his secretary.

The carp jumped over the dragon gate, and the dick silk counterattacked.

The cunning and insidious, black-bellied old fox has since had more to talk about.

Almost in the blink of an eye, from Yushan Villa to the small red courtyard in front of me. Lin Guoqing accompanied me out of the car, I looked around, and found that the house was very dilapidated, as if it was a product of the eighties of the last century, the walls were surrounded by tens of thousands of creepers, and the yard had pleasant green vegetation, but the only thing that made the big scene was that in the arch in front of this house, there was a very abrupt plaque, the handwriting on it was clear and hard, but I couldn't see whose handwriting it was.

There are four very vigorous and powerful characters on the plaque, Cangsheng Dog.

When I saw these four words, I smiled.

Lin Guoqing lit a cigarette and said to me, "Hao Ren, I'll accompany you in." ”

I looked at Lin Guoqing and said, "No." ”

Lin Guoqing hesitated, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and said, "Okay, then I'll wait." ”

I nodded and said, "Interesting." Then he walked into the little red house. I rang the doorbell at three o'clock in the morning, and I rang it only once, and then I stood there until ten minutes before a nanny-like man came and opened the door, and invited me in, to the study on the second floor.

I nodded, and motioned to be embarrassed to disturb her sleep. The babysitter yawned and went back to sleep. I went up to the second floor and saw the only room with the lights on, and that was the old fox's study. I don't know why, but at this moment I suddenly relaxed, and when I knocked on the door and there was a sound coming in from inside, I walked in.

Hu Wenxiang, the old fox.

The room of such a god-like old man was not austere or luxurious, only a huge administrative map hanging on the wall, a stack of information lists comparable to the Great Encyclopedia of Cihai, and the large and powerful characters behind the desk that were as vigorous and powerful as the 'Cangsheng Dog' at the door before he came.

It's just that behind the desk is this line of words: Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and the common people are dogs; The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs.

He replaced everything in the previous sentence with the common people, so there are four vigorous and powerful characters on the plaque in front of the door.

I looked at his room in horror, but ignored the old man sitting there reviewing papers.

This is an absolute superior, and there is no peculiar shape, which can only be described as decent and atmospheric. It can be said that he will never stand in the spot, but he will never be ignored. is such an old man, who was stabbed in the back by countless people and said that he was an old fox, and was poked in the head and scolded by countless political enemies who had fallen under him!

At this point, he was just reviewing the papers.

I didn't dare to take a breath.

The old fox didn't look up at me at all, I stood in front of the huge bookcase, looking at the huge calligraphy behind the old fox, and looking at the old fox who was still writing hard late at night. The whole person's legs were trembling, and the red rope on his wrist was untied and held tightly in the center of his hand, trying not to let himself be nervous.

As soon as I was about to speak, the old fox said coldly: "Go back, I don't need you here." ”

The words I had prepared were completely indescribable, but the old fox finally raised his head, and his eyes couldn't tell whether he was shrewd or disdainful, and asked me with a glance of his eyes: "Want to get the Bluestone Fund?" Want to use Zhang Ling to blackmail me and let me help you? Giving you a backstage? Hehe, everyone else calls me an old fox, you should know. Young people, it's not good to be too impulsive. ”

I finally held back a sentence: "I have already killed Zhang Chao and Lu Lu." ”

Hu Wenxiang's eyes didn't show surprise, he just looked at me playfully, and said something that made my heart tremble: "Killing people in front of me? You still don't admit that you're too tender? You go, don't tell me about your dreams and aspirations, don't show loyalty to me, and don't tell me about your experience, I won't be moved by you, because until now I don't know if you are Hao Ren or a good person. ”

Hu Wenxiang's words were very mean, as if they were carved into my heart like a sharp knife.

After Hu Wenxiang finished speaking, he lowered his head to review the documents again, he seemed to be very busy, and the pen in his hand was very urgent. I stood there, the sweat in my palms was already soaking the red rope, maybe I thought I had lost. Originally, I wanted to use Zhang Ling as an excuse to get Hu Wenxiang to agree to let me inherit 20% of the shares of Bluestone Fund. But now, maybe it's just my own willingness.

What this world lacks most is not genius, but Bole. As Bole, Hu Wenxiang has never been short of geniuses around him, and I think I may not be anything in his eyes. I stood in his study for another twenty minutes, and when he didn't say a word, I turned around and left his room in solitude.