When Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon of Xuanwu Kingdom, appeared in front of that Zhou Jinguan, that Zhou Jinguan realized that he seemed to have made a mistake, that Huang Heng seemed to be a really good e-sports player, and the reason why he didn't care about himself was mainly because others had more important things to do, and he didn't want to waste time with himself.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jinguan, who had achieved a little in Songhai City's e-sports live broadcast, began to be afraid, and he understood that he might have played the role of a clown.

Wei Taiqiang, who has made achievements in e-sports, naturally makes people feel frightened, he is an authentic e-sports tycoon, he has so much money in his hand that the number of people is unknown, Zhou Jinguan can offend Huang Heng, but he definitely doesn't want to offend that Wei Taiqiang.

Seeing that Zhou Jinguan began to be afraid, Gou Zhaojun also uncharacteristically stopped talking.

That Cao Huanglei was energetic at this time, she said: "Say it! You say, just now you were all dumb? ”

That Huang Heng smiled slightly, he walked out with Huang Beifang, he didn't speak.

That Mai Weiwei didn't say anything, her heart suddenly hurt, and she seemed to feel a pain somewhere. She likes to play e-sports very much, and she once had a period of ups and downs with that Huang Heng in Linqing, but now she is nothing, that Sheng Yanyan family has money and appearance, and she can't compare with others at all.

That Chang Wangkui breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that the time had come for him to get ahead, as long as that Huang Heng and Chen Biaozi said a word, he could definitely come out.

Mai Weiwei regretted that she had joined the e-sports association organized by Zhou Jinguan, she felt that she was too stupid, and at the same time she was full of resentment towards that Ma Weijun, if it wasn't for that Ma Weijun who pursued her at the beginning, I am afraid that she would occupy a very important position in the e-sports circle of that Xuanwu country.

Unfortunately, all this is now in vain.

When that Mai Weiwei returned home, she naturally lost her temper with that Ma Weijun.

I stood on the steps, smoking a cigarette, looking at the lower layers of flower beds and the neatly trimmed trees, until the bottom of the row of sharp, gilded iron fences that surrounded the mansion. A car lane sneers between two retaining walls to an open large iron gate. Outside the fence, the hillside continued to wind down for miles. In this low area, the wooden derricks of some oil wells can be seen dimly. Tu Tuqiao's family made a fortune from these oil wells. Today, most of the area has been turned into a park and is very neatly built. Mr. Tutuqiao has donated the land to the city government. But he still has a small area of wells spewing oil out, producing five or six barrels a day. Tutuqiao's family has moved to the mountains. They could not smell the pungent smell of oil or the stench of muddy fields. But looking out of the front window of their house, they could see the facilities that had made them rich, if they wanted to. I don't think they're much interested in that.

I followed a brick path from one flower bed to another, along the iron fence to the gate. My car was parked under a big pepper tree on the road just outside my door. At this time, thunder had already sounded in the mountains in the distance, and the sky on the top of the mountain was a gloomy black and purple, and it was about to rain heavily. I could already smell the smell of rain in the air. Before I drove the car into town, I first put up a collapsible canvas canopy. I relaxed and sat down in a chair and lit a paper cigarette with a round nickel lighter on a cigarette table. She still stood there, biting her lower lip with her teeth, a confused, confused look in her eyes. Finally she nodded, turned slowly, and walked back to her little table in the corner. She continued to stare at me from behind the lamp. I put my feet together and yawned. Her silver nails stuck out, trying to pick up the telephone microphone on the desk, but she didn't touch it. She put her fingers down again and tapped them lightly on the table.

For about five minutes, there was silence in the room. The door opened, and a tall man with a big nose walked in lightly. With a cane in his hand, he slammed the door shut as soon as he entered, strode to the corner where the woman was sitting, and placed a paper bag on the table. He pulled a sealskin purse with golden horns in his pocket and showed the blonde what was inside. The woman pressed the electric bell on the table. The tall man walked up to the small door on the plank sliding, pushed open a crack, and slipped sideways inside.

I smoked the first cigarette and lit the second. Time passed slowly, minute after minute. The horns of various vehicles on the road did not stop for a moment. A big red city bus whined past; A bell rang when the traffic command light changed the signal. The door on the partition opened, and a tall man with a cane stepped out. He was holding another paper bag in his hand, which looked like a large book. The tall man walked up to the table and made the payment. He went out in the same position as he walked in, his heels on the ground, his mouth open to breathe, and he squinted at me as he walked past me.

, drawing a small arc on the surface of your right foot. Tracking down this person is not a hassle at all. His tunic was made of a piece of very fancy tweed, his shoulders were broad, his neck was sticking out like a celery stalk, and his head shook as he walked. I followed him for a half-street block. When I crossed the intersection of Plateau Road, I took advantage of the red light at the intersection and stopped beside him, intending to let him notice me. At first he just looked casually in my direction, but suddenly he stared at me with slanted eyes and immediately turned his head away.

After changing the green light, we walked across the plateau road and continued for another block. He took two long legs, and by the time he got around the corner, he had thrown me twenty yards behind. He turned onto a street on the right. The street was uphill, and he walked about a hundred feet, stood there, hooked his cane in his arm, and pulled a leather cigarette case out of his inner pocket. He put a paper cigarette in his mouth, dropped the matchbox on the floor, and looked back as he leaned over to pick up the match. He noticed that I was looking at him on the street corner and immediately straightened up. He shook off his legs and staggered up the slope, tapping his cane on the pavement as he went. He turned left again. When I got to where he turned, he was at least half a block ahead of me.

I chased after him until he was panting. It is a narrow street lined with trees, with a retaining wall on one side and a courtyard of three garden bungalows on the other.