The Shi'an Group, an inconspicuous industry under the guild, exists for only one purpose, to protect the secrets of the underground palace. So, the more inconspicuous the better.

If you don't rely on the financial resources of the guild, you can casually make a top 500, it will be too conspicuous, and it will cause a lot of pressure on the secrecy of the underground palace.

From the Shi'an Iron and Steel Plant at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, to the Shi'an Group, which is now doing all kinds of business, it has always occupied this place.

There were larger companies that took a fancy to this land and wanted Shi'an Group to give it up. Later, that big business was acquired. Naturally, it was the guild that made the move, and it was the companies in other cities that were used.

For the government, although Shi'an Group is not a top enterprise, it is also an old medium-sized enterprise, and it pays taxes steadily, so it will naturally not be allowed to relocate.

There was a rising star of the guild who stayed abroad, and proposed to move the underground palace overseas using the Great Shifting Technique, after all, the land management method in China is relatively strict, and the risk of exposure to the underground palace is relatively large.

The elders said that this could be used as a last resort, and within the controllable scope of the situation, the underground palace should also be here, entrenched in the Huaxia Dragon Vein, and suppress the guild's luck.

Although it is not the main force of the guild to make money, the Shi'an Group is still rich after all, and the 200-meter Shi'an Building is also a bit of a tall building in Xi'an.

Fang Yuan hugged Fang Cun and walked out of the warehouse area at the back of the building. His home is not in Xi'an, but a second-tier city near the sea, but there is a period of time here every winter and summer vacation.

Walking into the building, the security guards greeted the brothers with a smile, and the receptionist at the front desk smiled sweetly. The property staff in the building all know that these two are relatives of the chairman of the Shi'an Group, and they come here every year for a period of time.

Taking the elevator straight to the top forty-ninth floor where the chairman's office is located, Fang Yuan has been living in a high-end club on the thirtieth floor. It's just that when he came out of the underground palace, he had to talk to Uncle Liu, the chairman of Shi'an Group, first.

One hundred floors, half of the floor has been built into a large hall, richly decorated with huge European chandeliers and soft Turkish carpets.

The paintings hanging on the walls are always highlights, not the works of famous artists, but the graffiti works of some guild members in their childhood, which are framed in a high-end atmosphere. Every time someone comes to talk about business, it is inevitable to praise it.

Seeing Fang Yuan and Fang Cun, a young beauty wearing a professional skirt and gold-wire glasses stepped forward, and said in a sweet and soft voice: "The chairman is in a meeting, please go to his office and sit for a while." ”

"Sister Ye, don't you want to be so professional." Fang Yuan muttered quietly.

The beautiful woman known as Sister Ye Zi smiled, and her beautiful baby face became more and more cute, "You have to work seriously." ”

"Sister Yezi." Fang Cun screamed crisply in Fang Yuan's arms, how well-behaved he looked, how could he have the appearance of the little devil who was tricky in the dungeon before.

"Baby, that's good." Ye Qingqing gently pinched Fang Cun's pink little face.

"Brother, you're tired, I'll send a few away."

Fang Yuan glanced at Fang Cun in surprise, this guy has always been able to lie down and not sit, he can be held and not walk by himself, what is wrong today.

Fang Yuan put Fang Cun on the carpet, and the two followed behind Ye Qingqing, the hall was wide, and there was really a distance from the chairman's office.

As he walked, Fang Yuan looked down and saw Fang Cun following Ye Qingqing step by step. As her long legs in black stockings moved, the little guy shifted left and right, and looked up seriously at the bottom of Ye Qingqing's skirt ten centimeters away from her knees.

Fang Yuan was completely speechless, no wonder this little guy let himself put him down. Looking at Ye Qingqing in front of her, she didn't notice that there was a little pervert hanging tightly behind her and peeping.

As a close confidant of Uncle Liu, Ye Qingqing is naturally also a member of the Sealed Monument Guild, and it is said that she has excellent grades in the guild training and belongs to the elite kind.

Twenty-four years old this year, he has a bumpy devilish figure, especially the magnificent waves, and a baby face that does not disobey. Ostensibly, as a fresh graduate, he was recruited into the Shi'an Group.

The corners of Fang Yuan's mouth rose, he raised his foot slightly, and pouted on Fang Cun's little buttocks wearing open crotch pants, and the little guy was watching intently, and he lay on the ground unsteadily.

Ye Qingqing heard the voice and looked back, "Good girl, why did you fall here?" Sister hug. As he spoke, he hugged Fang Cun.

"It's okay, Sister Ye, he may be drunk." Fang Yuan laughed and said, "Invisible." ”

Ye Qingqing was wearing a tight-fitting professional skirt, and she was also wearing black silk, and in terms of Fang Yuan's life experience, she couldn't see anything.

"Hmph, bad brother."

Fang Cun was held in Ye Qingqing's arms, waving his pink little fist towards Fang Yuan.

"What do you look drunk? Unseen? Ye Qingqing didn't know what the brothers were talking about.

"It's okay, Sister Ye, just hold him."

Fang Cun's little face puffed up, and then, he plunged into Ye Qingqing's turbulent chest, writhing wildly.

Ye Qingqing was unhappy when he fell, patted Fang Cun's smooth back, and coaxed him.

Maybe it was enough rubbing, Fang Cun raised his head and put it on Ye Qingqing's shoulder, his big eyes showed a touch of cunning that did not match his age, and then stretched out his little hand and gave Fang Yuan a thumbs up.

Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Now you know who hurts you." ”

The chairman's office is more than 100 square meters, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, and precious Huanghuali furniture and leather sofas are placed in a staggered manner.

There is a place to make tea, a place to play chess, and a calligraphy and painting table about the size of a desk.

There is a huge plaque hanging behind the desk, which is not written with corporate ideals such as "grand plans", but with the domineering "mountains and rivers Yongzhen".

Fang Yuan and Fang Cun brothers sat down in the office, and Ye Qingqing retreated. After all, she is an assistant on the surface, and if she stays in the chairman's office for a long time, the impact will not be good.

Fang Yuan sat paralyzed on the leather sofa and played with his mobile phone, sitting on the stiff Taishi chair in the underground palace every day, and felt numb in his buttocks and back.

jumped inch by inch, climbed onto the sofa with both hands and feet, and leaned up with a small face.

"Brother, good wingman."

"You know all the wingmen?"

"Of course, Brother Ziming taught me, and he said that I am also a good wingman."

Fang Yuan seemed to have a black line on his face, and when he was reading books in the underground palace, he handed over Fang Cun to Sister Ye and Liu Ziming to take care of.

Liu Ziming is the son of Uncle Liu, the prince of Shi'an Group, he comes here every year to play with him, although he doesn't meet often, but he is still an iron buddy who has played since he was a child.

The guild has been passed down from generation to generation, and Fang Yuan and Liu Ziming are both seventy-nine generations of the guild.