The voice was cold, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

The incomparable domineering made Chen Zhong moved.

The former owner, back?

Wu Liang was even more frightened, facing Jiang Chen who was sitting majestically at this time, the corners of his mouth were disdainful, he actually had the illusion of a small boat facing the monstrous waves.

Smack!

Jiang Chen lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, with undisguised disdain on his face.

He also thought that the Mu family had enough background to make Uncle Mu so strong.

In the past three years, all his thoughts have been on Mu Qing'er, and he has no intention of understanding the Mu family at all.

When the detailed asset information was placed in front of him, he found that the Mu family was just an existence that was strong on the outside.

Whether it is Uncle Mu or Uncle Mu, it is just beautiful on the outside and embarrassed on the inside.

"If you really want to kill the Mu family, you don't have to work as hard as destroying the Zhang family."

A murmur, with thick disdain, looked at Chen Zhong coldly: "Keep these materials first, I want to see how shameless his Mu family can be this time, on the 1st of next month, at my wife's birthday banquet, I want the Mu family to know what it means to be unclimbable!" ”

Uncle Mu's partiality, oppressing people with power, and Mu Sanbo's domineering and arrogance completely ignited Jiang Chen's anger.

He could endure all the white eyes and ridicule for Mu Qing'er, and be poked in the back by everyone.

But it doesn't mean that you can be bullied yourself, and you can tolerate your family being trampled on by them.

In their eyes, he is an honest man who deserves to be bullied, but they don't know that there is a demon living in the hearts of honest people, and when the demon thoughts are released, the gods and Buddhas can't save them.

What's more, Jiang Chen has never been an honest person, and in the long years of entanglement and struggle with the major alien sects in Southern Mao and Northern Malaysia, the blood in his hands has long been able to dye the ocean red.

He himself is a demon, and others call him Jiang Chen, but in the eyes of strangers, his surname is Jiang, a famous minister.

It's not that it's not angry, it's that it's unnecessary.

But if the Mu family is shameless, he doesn't mind letting the Mu family recognize the reality.

"Birthday party? What does the master want to do for Mu Qing'er? Chen Zhong was a little surprised, the blood that had just been ignited was a little colder, and the master had completely put his mind on Mu Qing'er in the past three years.

"I want her to be in the limelight, gather in Huaguang, and congratulate the wealthy." Jiang Chen turned around and left, "His Mu family wants to suppress people with power, so I'll let them see what the real power is!" ”

Chen Zhong's eyes flickered, and his expression was a little complicated.

Jiang Chen's change in talent made him vaguely see the domineering demeanor when he followed his master.

But in an instant, his anger was suppressed, and his edge converged, but it made him a little lost.

"Uncle Zhong......" Wu Liang came back to his senses, "Just now, the momentum on the big boss was so scary. ”

"Scary? That is the real momentum of the boss, and what is revealed is less than one in ten. ”

Chen Zhong smiled bitterly, "People say that it is difficult to cool the blood after ten years of drinking ice, but I don't know that the beauty town is the hero's mound, the boss has changed after all, and his edge is introverted, maybe he is really tired, he just wants to have a home." ”

"But the Mu family is short-sighted, there are no beads, if I can please the boss, I can wave my hand to make the Mu family soar, not to mention the first-class giants in Jiangbei, it is the national giants, and it is easy to do it."

Chen Zhong's momentum suddenly became fierce, and his killing intent was agitated: "Provoke my boss to be angry, don't blame me Chen Zhong for teaching you to be a man!" ”

"Uncle Zhong, please command." Wu conscience comprehended and waited with his fists folded.

"All walks of life, put pressure on the Mu family, and beat it." Chen Zhong said in a deep voice, "Preparing for the birthday banquet of No. 1 Mu Qing'er, Jiangbei wealthy families, all present, three religions and nine streams, those with heads and faces, all congratulated, radiant, and watched by thousands of people, his Mu family looks down on my boss, No. 1, I want them to know the difference between ants and dragons!" ”

Hilton, inside the Presidential Suite.

Han Sanqian frowned and was depressed.

Han Chen packed up his salute and sighed, "Grandpa, it's time, it's almost time for us to go." ”

"Alas, time is in a hurry, and it's a pity that I can't discuss painting with Jiang Xiaoyou." Han Sanqian rubbed his temples and said dejectedly.

Han Chen pursed his mouth: "Grandpa, what kind of charm does Jiang Chen have that makes you so fascinated?" ”

"Do you know how easy it is to play chess?" Han Sanqian smiled freely.

"Less, you were in the exhibition hall yesterday, touting Jiang Chen so much, I won't say it, now that our grandfather and grandson are here, it's too much for you to praise him like this." Han Chen was a little impatient, Jiang Chen was just copying a painting of Zheng Banqiao's "Ink and Bamboo Picture", what qualifications did he have to compare with his grandfather?

One is immersed in painting all his life, and one painting after another has gradually reached the status of a master of Chinese painting.

One is Jiang Chen, who runs a takeaway company and copies a painting, and is about the same age as himself.

Are the two comparable?

"Stinky boy, what do you know? That's my truth. Han Sanqian sighed, "Jiang Xiaoyou's painting attainments are not inferior to the old man, his low-key and introverted is purely for the old man." ”

As a master of painting, how could he not see the clues of a "Ink and Bamboo Picture"?

It's just that I've always held my own identity, and my personality dictates that I don't want to bow my head.

You can't discuss painting with Jiang Chen, for him who is obsessed with painting, it is like a fish in his throat, and it doesn't hurt to bow his head in front of his own grandson.

Han Chen was stunned, grandpa may have been praising Jiang Chen yesterday.

But now it's just the two of them, how can grandpa tell the truth, but the words are still like this, can Jiang Chen really compare to grandpa?

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Han Chen frowned and turned to open the door.

Jiang Chen stood indifferently at the door, and Han Chen was obviously surprised: "How do you know that we are here?" ”

"Han Lao's whereabouts, if you want to check it, it's very easy." Jiang Chen smiled.

Inside the room, Han Sanqian stood up suddenly: "Is it Jiang Xiaoyou?" Han Chen, please invite Jiang Xiaoyou into the house. ”

Han Chen led Jiang Chen into the house, and Han Sanqian hurriedly walked over: "Jiang Xiaoyou, do you know that the old man is about to leave Jiangbei and come to see him off?" ”

"Send an invitation." Jiang Chen's heart was very depressed, and he pushed an invitation card to Han Sanqian straight to the point, "On the 1st of next month, my wife's birthday banquet, I want to invite Han Lao to attend." ”

Han Sanqian's expression was lost, Jiang Chen didn't come to discuss painting with him, it always made him a little unsavory.

"My grandfather will get another city-run art exhibition next month." Han Chen came over with tea and said.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly: "Han Lao should be a junior and a promise, can it be counted?" ”

"Count!" Han Sanqian nodded in agreement, "The old man has a reluctant request. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Jiang Chen said.

"If the old man comes to the banquet to congratulate, can you discuss painting with Jiang Xiaoyou?"

"Old Han is so obsessed?"

"I have no hobby in my life, only painting."

Rubbing his nose, this Han Lao is really a painting idiot, no wonder he can become a master of Chinese painting.

He smiled indifferently: "The younger generation of the discussion painting path really doesn't dare to make a mistake in front of Han Lao. ”

Han Sanqian hesitated for a moment: "In this way, the old decay painting is a congratulatory gift, and Jiang Xiaoyou also has a decaying painting, splashing ink on the spot, how about it?" ”

"Yes."

Seeing Jiang Chen leave, Han Chen was confused: "Grandpa, Jiang Chen is too arrogant, and he actually refuses to discuss painting with you, but why are you still so good-tempered and retreat to exchange paintings?" ”

He had never seen his grandfather speak so well since he could remember.

For the outside world to seek paintings, three visits to the thatched house, it all depends on the mood of the grandfather.

This time, Grandpa took the initiative.

Han Sanqian stroked his white beard lightly, his eyes were deep: "Watching him paint, you can also explore the way of painting." ”

Leaving the hotel, Jiang Chen smiled helplessly, it was really not that he didn't want to discuss painting with Han Sanqian.

Instead, the painting is broad and profound, and there is no end to learning, with the essence he has mastered, it is simply too easy to guide Han Sanqian, but it also takes a lot of effort.

As for the deeper discussion, he understands it and can say it, but Han Sanqian may not be able to understand it.

When Zheng Banqiao was assigned to draw bamboo, the bamboo forest sat for seven days, just like an old monk preaching Zen, and finally let Zheng Banqiao understand it.

It was at the same time that Jiang Chen left the Hilton Hotel.

One invitation after another, from within Jiuding Group, like snowflakes, have been sprinkled into all corners of Jiangbei.

Like an invisible hand, it quietly stirred up the wind and clouds in the north of the river, and the undercurrent was turbulent.

Up to the wealthy and powerful.

down to the three religions and nine streams represented by King Zengren.

But all the characters in Jiangbei have received invitations.

Everyone is dumbfounded, their hearts are beating wildly, what will Jiuding Group do on the 1st of next month?