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On the twelfth floor, the hotel's most top-notch and distinguished banquet hall.

The banquet hall of more than 200 square meters has only a gorgeous glass round table, standing in the center of the banquet hall.

on the dining table.

Qi Zhenguo's face was ruddy, and he picked up a few pieces of cut steak and stuffed them into his mouth.

The bald man on the side complimented: "The owner of the Qi Pavilion has a good appetite, when the owner of the Qi Pavilion has free time, you can come to my house, there is a restaurant specializing in beef, which is very good." ”

Qi Zhenguo chewed the beef and spit it on the table:

"Dongfang Han, you are such a little bastard, and you still want to invite me to dinner? ”

Dongfang Han's face froze.

He is the person in charge of the gray area of Linjiang City, when has he been so disdainful. And his father, although he is idle at home, can still talk to the third-in-command in the province.

Even Secretary Chen, secretary of the Linjiang Municipal Party Committee, would not humiliate him like this.

Qi Zhenguo's eyes were cold, and he said: "Although today is Secretary Chen's dinner, if I knew that you Dongfang Han was here, I, Qi Zhenguo, would not have come at all." ”

Qi Zhenguo hates people who do gray area business the most.

When he was young, his father was a drug addict and was forced to commit suicide.

Secretary Chen, who was sitting in the main seat, coughed and said, "Why bother, both of you are dissipated, both of you are my guests today." ”

Dongfang Han exhaled and nodded slightly.

In terms of martial arts strength, he is only the peak of the amateur level, while Qi Zhenguo is a professional-level powerhouse.

In terms of social status, he is a gray leader, and he speaks well, but he can't get on the stage, but Qi Zhenguo is one of the top entrepreneurs in Linjiang City.

After thinking about it, Dongfang Han restrained the resentment in his heart, and said with a dry smile: "Pavilion Master Qi, if the junior brother does something wrong, you can just say it." ”

Dongfang Han weighed it in his heart, Qi Zhenguo ...... is a higher level than his father, and even when his father is scolded here, he doesn't dare to let go of his cruel words.

After thinking about it for a while, Dongfang Han was cheeky and continued: "Pavilion Master Qi, I respect you for this cup. ”

Qi Zhenguo raised his eyelids and looked at Dongfang Han, after all, he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, he nodded reluctantly, picked up the wine glass and touched it, and took a small sip.

Dongfang Han dried up the liquor in one gulp.

This behavior made Qi Zhenguo a little moved.

It's a character!

No wonder it is the underground king of the gray area of Lin Jiang, and he really has some skills and abilities.

Secretary Chen took a bite of food and put it in the bowl, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Qi Zhenguo: "Fang Cheng, the champion of the Youth Competition, do you know him?"

Fang Cheng?

Dongfang Han's slightly drunk head cleared, it was the national youth martial arts champion, and he had also heard of it.

Qi Zhenguo snorted, swallowed a piece of delicate crispy tofu, and said with a smile:

"Of course I know, he's my junior brother. ”

Bro!?

Secretary Chen and Dongfang Han stared, they didn't expect it to be so coincidental.

Just a second.

The cold wine in the East completely dissipated.

That is to say...... The two are the same master, Qi Zhenguo is a professional-level martial artist, who can be his master?

A professional-level high-level martial artist?

He pricked up his ears and stopped picking up vegetables, his eyes fixed on Qi Zhenguo.

Secretary Chen was taken aback, and exclaimed: "Senior brother, he is also a registered disciple of that one......?"

Secretary Chen is from a red family, has a smooth official career, and has a deep foundation in Linjiang City, and he has also heard of Qi Zhenguo's master, although he doesn't know much......

But the minutiae alone were enough to make him lose his temper.

It is said that the one ...... But he was an invincible martial arts powerhouse at the time of the founding of the country.

The Sakura Massacre is inextricably linked to that one.

Dongfang Han's face trembled, and he barely swallowed his saliva.

This sentence is amazing. The amount of information is very terrifying, and he is also a registered disciple?

Professional-level martial artist Qi Zhenguo is just a registered disciple?

Qi Zhenguo shook his head, took a breath, and said, "Hey, registered disciple? Fang Cheng is a closed disciple, if it weren't for his young age, I would have called him a senior brother." ”

"Closed disciple!?"

Secretary Chen's eyes were shocked, and he stood up from his seat and stared at Qi Zhenguo tightly.

Qi Zhenguo shook his head and sighed a little:

"Yes, I, Senior Brother Fang Cheng, am talented and evil, and I am also worthy of this title. ”

Immediately afterwards, Qi Zhenguo picked up the wine glass again, drank a glass alone, shook his head and sighed: "Do you know how long Fang Cheng has been practicing martial arts?"

In the shocked eyes of Secretary Chen and Dongfang Han.

Qi Zhenguo stretched out a finger and said in a deep voice: "One year." ”

A year!?

Secretary Chen slumped and sat down in his chair, his face distorted, and he was completely out of shape.

has been practicing martial arts for a year, and he is the closed disciple of that one...... Moreover, according to his own analysis, Fang Cheng is very likely to break through to the professional level!

Practicing martial arts for a year to break through the professional level?

Secretary Chen's demeanor was completely lost, and he took out his mobile phone and swiped the screen.

Warrior Association.

Search: "Fang Cheng." ”

Qi Zhenguo and Dongfang Han glanced at each other, not understanding what Secretary Chen was doing, and his eyes showed a look of doubt.

Dongfang Han's calves and stomach were trembling, and after a year of martial arts training, he swept the young martial artists across the country with an invincible attitude, and there was also a master.

Although the words of Secretary Chen and Qi Zhenguo are obscure, with Dongfang Han's talent and ability, a few thoughts turn around, and they understand:

That mysterious martial arts powerhouse must have an extremely high status and extremely high energy.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to shock a municipal party secretary so much.

And it's related to cherry blossoms...... What is the meaning?

Could it be ......

At this time, Secretary Chen on the main seat was swallowing saliva, his upper and lower teeth colliding together to make a gurgling sound, his eyes were wide like a frog, staring at the mobile phone screen:

1. Fang Cheng, age: confidential, engaged in industry: confidential, region: confidential, grade: confidential.

2. Fang Cheng, age: 42 years old, engaged in industry: martial arts coach, region: imperial capital, grade: professional early stage.

It's all confidential!

This, this!

Secretary Chen's mind was so keen, and he understood in an instant that his guess was ......

That's right.

Qi Zhenguo frowned deeply, puzzled in his heart, placed the chopsticks on the dining table, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Dongfang Han also looked over, he had never seen Secretary Chen so moved.

Secretary Chen raised his head tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Fang Cheng...... It's supposed to be a breakthrough to the professional level. ”

"What!?"

Qi Zhenguo stood up with a brush, ignored the chair and fell back, snatched Secretary Chen's mobile phone, and looked at the screen.

............

Ten minutes later.

Dongfang Han walked out of the banquet hall and went to the toilet.

Until now, his legs were shaking.

Even as the underground king of Lin Jiang, he was shocked.

How can such a person exist?

Practicing martial arts for a year and breaking through the professional level?

Outside the banquet hall, a bald strong man stepped forward and whispered a few words in Dongfang Han's ear.

Dongfang Han took three breaths and scolded in a low voice: "What the hell, Zuo Zhuang still dares to come here to be chic with this dead fat man?" He owes Lao Tzu more than 9 million ......."

After thinking about it, he looked cold and walked to the elevator.

happened to be frightened, so he took this dead fat man out of anger and vented some negative emotions.

The nerves in Dongfang Han's mind tensed.

It's really the information that just came out of the dinner table, it's too terrifying.

On the eighth floor, the flowers bloom in the rich private room.

Zuo Zhuang held his big belly and was drinking and eating with a smile, although the clouds in his heart had not yet dispersed, he barely maintained his demeanor.