Yucheng is a very small city in the north, not too prosperous, at best a third-tier city. However, in the past two years, there have been super-rich people who have come to this little town, and without exception, they are all going to a two-story building in the eastern suburbs of Yucheng.

This two-story building, called Lingxin Tea House, is separated from the busy central avenue by a street, surrounded by an old community that has been demolished and ready to be rebuilt, and only this small building has survived the wind and rain.

Originally, the regional government was going to demolish and rebuild a commercial building, but it was this nail household, which made no sense, and it still couldn't impress the householder after the sky-high price, which was really a headache for the person in charge of the community project.

In fact, the surrounding residents of this area have almost been cleaned up, and this tea house does not seem to have much business on a regular basis, except for the occasional young man and woman passing by here, who enter out of curiosity, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this tea house is on the verge of closure.

However, the householder's refusal to agree to the demolition was really stubborn and unreasonable, and the conditions given by the government were enough for him to open three more such tea houses in the prosperous area of Yucheng. Why, exactly?

Xia Qing, the project manager in charge of communication and coordination, has lost count of how many times she has come to the door, even if she knows that this trip will be a bamboo basket to draw water, but under the pressure from above, she still came over hard.

Parked his Volkswagen Lavida in the open space of the construction site, Xia Qing, who was dressed in casual pants, carried a few large bags and small bags in his hand, got out of the car and walked quickly towards the Lingxin Tea House.

Before he reached the door, he found two black Audi A6 cars and a silver-gray Porsche 911 parked at the door of the Lingxin Tea House from a distance.

Not again!

Xia Qing instinctively frowned, thinking that he had become a frog at the bottom of the well? Because I came here three times in a row and encountered this kind of luxury car, last time it was BMW, last time it was Bentley, and this time it was Porsche! When did Yucheng attract so much money? What is the background of this little-known Lingxin Tea House?

At first glance, those bodyguards are all well-trained special security personnel, not some stragglers, but they don't know what the owner of this Porsche is?

Xia Qing stopped, hesitating and not daring to step forward. In fact, she also suspected that even if she had passed, she would probably be stopped by bodyguards and not be able to enter the tea house. So she quietly hid behind a half-demolished old building and observed all this.

At this time, in the living room of the Lingxin Tea Society, on the antique mahogany chair, a middle-aged man was sitting, dressed in an iron-gray Armani suit, which added a little bonus to his slightly fat figure.

On the coffee table is a set of purple sand kung fu tea sets, the tea is fragrant, but at this moment, the middle-aged man has no heart to taste tea, and looks anxiously at the owner of the tea house on the opposite seat.

"Mr. Zhuo, you can mention any conditions, I can agree to anything! As long as you can come back to Tongshi with me! ”

"Mr. Chen, you don't have to say it! I'm not going to leave Yucheng! ”

Sitting in the main seat was a tall and handsome man, and his appearance was definitely the existence of the crowd. The eyebrows are like a sword, flying obliquely into the temples, the nose is like a gall, and the slightly pursed lips reveal a resolute and calm. coupled with those indifferent eyes, it really vividly interprets a cold and ruthless man.

This man, named Zhuo Shaoting, is the owner of the Lingxin Tea House. The older he gets, he looks like he's in his thirties, and decisively exudes the charm of a mature man.

His age is not much different from this Mr. Chen, but there is a big difference between one born and one acquired!

"Mr. Zhuo, I beg you! It doesn't matter how much you offer! If only you could save my daughter's life! Please, I'm such a daughter! Mr. Chen pleaded again, with a helpless panic on his face.

"Say no more! I'm not short of money, and I'm not going to leave Yucheng! ”

Zhuo Shaoting frowned slightly, still refusing coldly.

"Mr. Zhuo, what do you want! As long as I can do it, I will say yes! You don't have rare money, I don't mention money! You know, the industry under my name is all over the country, and I can do all your requirements! I know you don't value money, you say, what do you need? As long as you say it, I will try my best to satisfy you! ”

Mr. Chen was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, he knew that this master had never been born, but his Taoism was not shallow. So I didn't dare to coerce, just begged hard.

Zhuo Shaoting's expression was still calm, he had seen a lot of this kind of scene. In the past ten years, such people have continued to come to ask for help, but he knows that once he leaves Yucheng, a catastrophe is coming. Therefore, all the people who came to the door he generalized and refused to go.

Although he knew that Mr. Chen was not small, he still couldn't agree, he had to keep his life because he still had ......

"Mr. Zhuo!"

Mr. Chen screamed again, the pleading color on his face was even stronger, and his body was slightly bent, almost groveling! Such a figure at the top of society can do this, which shows that it is really at the end of the road, and there is no other way.

Zhuo Shaoting's face was full of embarrassment at this moment. In fact, he is not a hard-hearted person, but he promised his wife to take good care of himself and his son, so he can't leave Yucheng.

However, he knows what kind of character this Mr. Chen is. Go, I'm afraid of the crisis, don't go, if this person holds a grudge against him, I'm afraid that he won't be able to stay in this Yucheng steadily!

The index finger unconsciously tapped on the table, and Zhuo Shaoting fell into deep thought.

At this time, at the door of the Lingxin Tea House, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy wearing a round-necked white T-shirt and blue jeans rushed over on a blue mountain off-road bicycle, and stopped at the door of the tea house with a beautiful turn and braked sharply.

The boy's neat short hair flicked with the movement, and he looked up, revealing an extremely beautiful face. Yes, that's right! Beautiful, star-like outstanding facial features, shining with a youthful and beautiful atmosphere.

The boy propped up the car and left the shoulder bag hanging on the handlebars behind him, and his movements were dashing and handsome. The bodyguards next to the Bentley looked at him in a daze, almost dazed.

Xia Qing, who was hiding on the side, instinctively swallowed his saliva, this boy's beauty belongs to the kind of beauty between a man and a woman. There are both male masculinity and feminine charm, but they are strangely combined to form a perfect individual. In particular, those eyes, as bright as midnight stars, shimmered like a bewitching long-snouted cobra circling in the desert.

Even though he was thirty years old, he couldn't help but be bewitched when he saw such a beautiful young man, and Xia Qing felt ashamed. However, now that I see that these bodyguards who have seen the world are also a little fascinated by this kid, this is a little more psychologically balanced.