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On the open-air balcony on the second floor of the villa, Zhu Jian was wearing a mink coat and smoking a cigarette leisurely, and on the small table next to him were a bottle of fine wine and a goblet with only half a glass of wine.

His eyes were filled with satisfaction, forcibly conquering the beauty

The "taste" still seems to be wandering around itself. This society is actually a game for him, from his own hard work in Yancheng to his later status, his legendary story is still very twists and turns.

A face of vicissitudes of life seems to illustrate this point, and he has used the method of treating Wang Xinyue more than once.

In his eyes, no woman can resist the temptation of money and power, or even if she is forcefully violent, it is ultimately a piece of cake that he can easily come by.

Looking back on the harvest of this year's Qinghua Society, it mainly comes from his own heart disease, which was fulfilled after the last payment of Shucheng Zhongjian Group two years ago.

Now that I think about it, it's still a different taste. Consortiums and enterprises around the country, regardless of their performance income, will pay tribute to the Qinghua Society every year, for him, isn't the money of the Qinghua Society his own money?

The local officials will be respectful to him, otherwise the economic pressure may be fatal to the local officials.

But Zhu Jian is still very low-key at present, because the tentacles of the Blue and White Society have not yet entered the imperial capital, for Zhu Jian's arrangement and consideration, the imperial capital represents the Chinese government, although his own power has improved a lot, but this trip to the troubled waters of the imperial capital, the Blue and White Society may not be touched, without full preparation, the troubled waters of the imperial capital may touch the foundation that he has laid for many years.

In the room of the villa, Wang Xinyue was still sobbing, she stroked her red and swollen cheeks, countless wounds on her back burned by cigarette butts, and pain and grievances suddenly came to her heart.

The cruel reality is often much worse than in the movie, maybe at a critical time, there will be a plot of heroes saving beauty, and maybe there will be moments when the wicked are soft-hearted, but movies are movies after all.

Wang Xinyue's crying and screaming seemed to have no mercy from heaven. Zhu Jian walked in with a wine glass, and said to Wang Xinyue with a hint of drunkenness: "Cry, the more realistic the woman acts, the more excited I am, in fact, the reality is like this, put a signed check on the coffee table in the living room, you can fill in the amount as you like, remember to close the door when you go." I'll look for you when I'm free in the future, make a movie or something, and I'll pay for it alone. Haha!" Zhu Jian's laughter came very suddenly, but the more information revealed in this laughter was nothing more than excitement and pleasure, a pleasure to conquer others, a cruel and distorted perversion.

Wang Xinyue stopped crying, straightened her unkempt hair, reluctantly sat up from the bed, tidied up her clothes and ran out, scolding angrily as she ran: "Beast!" Before she finished speaking, a slap slapped Wang Xinyue's face, followed by a second one.

Wang Xinyue ran downstairs in a panic, accidentally stepped on a flight of stairs, and the whole person rolled down.

Seeing this, Zhu Jian smiled coldly, and then rushed downstairs, ready to continue beating her. Wang Xinyue was almost bruised by the fall, but this woman was very tenacious, and she struggled to get up and continue to run outside.

Zhu Jian chased downstairs and continued to beat her reluctantly, first slapping her with his hand, and then kicking her.

Wang Xinyue couldn't bear it, staggered over to a vertical glass cabinet next to the living room, and pushed the glass cabinet towards Zhu Jian's side.

The vertical glass cabinet collapsed and shattered. A fiery red stone in the glass cabinet fell, snapping and shattering.

I heard Zhu Jian suddenly screaming like a pig, and fell to the ground.