The fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The arrangement was almost complete, and the hectic work of the institute came to an end. The hospital announced a ten-day holiday, and sent away a group of middle-aged and old scientists and employees who wanted to go home in the morning.

All the staff were notified to take a bus to leave Nanao after the Mid-Autumn Festival party and live in a hotel in Dongfang City to participate in a week-long tourism activity and were not allowed to be absent.

The lanterns are colorful, the carpet is laid to build the stage, and the workers outside are naturally invited to do it, and the employees in the courtyard are not needed.

On the festive day, the big boss Long Chen inspected again, but there was no smile on the faces of Lin Bin, Long Wu and other high-level personnel. This solemnity naturally affects other people, walking lightly, not even daring to come out of the atmosphere, sometimes suddenly hearing the sound of ding ding dong knocking, often startled.

The stage and viewing seats were set up in front of the main building like a "demon moth", and in the morning, Man Jiang Hong wanted to help, but was driven out by Long Jiu.

After dinner, twilight fell, and even more outrageous orders were delivered. All employees must leave their posts and return to their living rooms and are not allowed to go out.

Man Jianghong opened the corner of the curtain and peeked from afar, and saw the tide of people pouring into the main building, all of them were sturdy, wearing black tights, carrying explosion-proof shields, hanging batons on their waists, and pinning three-edged thorns on their legs, and the murderous aura was coming. After a while, a signal car quietly drove to the side of the building, and a glance at the huge radar turntable on the roof of the car knew that the power was not small, and once it was activated, it would definitely be able to easily block out all the radio waves within a radius of several miles.

Dizzy, this is the rhythm of war!

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

He obediently stayed in the room, closed his eyes and stared, and was dragged back to reality by a sharp knock on the door.

Before he turned the button, the door was squeezed open, and two men in civilian clothes stepped in. One looked him and the room up and down with suspicion, while the other stepped forward and opened the bathroom door without saying a word.

This, this is too rude!

Man Jianghong was speechless, and a courtyard security guard standing outside the door smiled apologetically at him and said, "Mr. Jiang Hong, the Mid-Autumn Festival party will start soon, go down quickly." ”

There is a large temperature difference on the seaside, and the weather is cool at night. He hurriedly put on his suit jacket and hurried out of the door, and saw that there were still a few strangers in the corridor, holding what looked like a telescope in his hand, shaking and inspecting. He guessed that it was a fairly advanced infrared night vision device, capable of seeing through walls, and if there was heat source of biological activity nearby, it would be impossible to hide.

He rushed to the top of the stairs in a hurry, but saw Long Jiu leaning on the ladder railing, his brows slightly twisted, his eyes fierce, and the shadow of his hat covering half of his face, looking a little hideous. Long Jiu is sunny and cheerful, and he doesn't have any shelves, and he has a good relationship with the people in the courtyard. In the martial arts, he instructed Man Jianghong, and after the incident of "full buildings and red sleeves" in Nanao Town, it became more frequent, but the disparity between the two statuses did not intersect much, so it was not intimate.

Man Jianghong was stunned, and saw that the other party was preoccupied and seemed to be thinking about the problem, so he swallowed back the words of concern and hurried down. When I walked to the corner of the stairs, I suddenly heard a tired voice from behind: "Jiang Hong, wait a minute, if there is an accident, you don't care about anything, run to the main building." ”

He was stunned for a moment, looked back, but saw Long Jiu walking away with his hands behind his back.

What will happen?

Long Jiu's words pressed heavily on his chest, but he couldn't think so much for the time being. When I went out of the building, I saw a group of people coming to the intersection in front of me, so I quickened my pace and wanted to turn into the right lane first. As soon as I ran to the intersection, I vaguely felt that there were people in the bushes on the side, and the wind was fierce, so I grabbed it with four hands.

Man Jianghong instinctively struggled, and accelerated instantly, but he didn't guard himself from passing, but the sleeves were grabbed, the whole shirt was torn off, and there was a "snort" tearing sound behind him. No need to ask, the standard suit issued by the hospital must be reimbursed. He was pulled like this, and suddenly he leaned back and lost his center of gravity, and couldn't help but slide forward on his knees.

I heard a girl's exclamation, and the group of people on the other side stopped. Man Jianghong stood up and smelled a fragrant fragrance, as if a hundred flowers were blooming in spring.

Looking up, I saw men and women, young and old, on the far left was the red-clothed butterfly dance that had taken a photo in the town, and inside was the dean Lin Bin, who looked dazed, and his right hand stretched forward obliquely as if he was leading the way to visit, and in the middle was a middle-aged man of medium height, with a gentle smile revealing perseverance, it was Long Chen, the head of the Tianlong Group who had seen the photo on the Internet. Long Bingling stood on the far right and supported an old lady, wearing a white dress rippling in the wind, under the light, it was really like the fairy of the Moon Palace wanted to fly in the air.

Behind them, no less than twenty or thirty people followed, and it was no coincidence that he knelt down in front of Long Bingling, as if proposing. Last time, I looked down from a distance of five or six meters in the town, but this time I only looked up from a distance of one meter, and I felt that her eyes were bright and red lips were delicate, and she was indescribably good-looking, so she was stunned for a while.

The old lady looked like she was in her sixties, and her face was elegant and clean, revealing a sternness. Seeing that Man Jianghong didn't get up for a long time, she just stared at Bing Ling, turned her face and said, "Bing'er, what do you look like in a panic?"

Bing Ling blushed when he heard this, and shrank back straight.

Man Jianghong listened to the old lady's voice, which was round and jade, and the contrast with her appearance was quite large, and in a strange way, the old lady turned her head to look at him, and smiled gently: "This little brother, what a beautiful trick to remove the armor of the overlord!"

It's over, the image of the master is completely ruined! What kind of overlord is this, and the skin is almost peeled in the air!

Man Jianghong was annoyed and wanted to stand up, but saw Diewu step forward and wave away the two plainclothes who were about to approach, walked over with a grin, and broke off a flower on the side of the road and stuffed it into his hand.

This, this is what Shenma means?

The scene was eerily quiet, and a group of people stared at each other. Lin Bin seemed to want to reprimand, but was pulled by Long Chen. A trace of displeasure flashed on the old lady's face, and Bing Ling even lowered her head into a mimosa, only Butterfly covered her mouth and smiled and bent over.

It seems like a long time, but in fact, only a dozen seconds have passed. In a hurry, Man Jianghong was startled, and stuffed the flower branch into Bing Ling's hand, escaping like a frightened rabbit. There was a big laugh from behind Butterfly Dance, who finally couldn't hold back, as if he could still hear the neat inhalation of the crowd, and his eyes chased after him.

He had never run so desperately, as if there were a thousand tigers chasing him behind him.

He had never drunk before, and he didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but now he was dizzy and excited, his body was hot, his face was even hotter, and he was running backwards, like a drunkard.

Oh, what's wrong with me? I should have stood up as soon as I fell, why am I still kneeling stupidly, it's completely illogical!

I know that Butterfly Dance is playing tricks on herself, why do you still give the flower plug to Bing Ling, she doesn't even know my name!

Oh, it's bad, Dean Lin is here, wait a minute, she must know my name, I don't know if I will be scolded by the old lady.

Why are my arms cold, and my suit?

Only when you love do you know that wine is mellow, and when you are drunk, you know how heavy you are. Who summed this up, it seems to make a little sense......

Man Jianghong's mind was a mess, and when he remembered the strange eyes of the group of people who looked at him when he sent the flowers, he panicked, and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.

After running for a while, and jogging around the flower path around the main building of the research institute for a few laps, I was blown by the cool sea breeze, and the chaotic emotions were calmed down and I slowly regained my composure. At each intersection stood a few plainclothes people who didn't know him, glancing coldly at the ID on his chest and ignoring it.

After combing through the scene just now, he was a little confused. Bing Ling is the daughter of Long Chen, and it is naturally the elder of the Dragon Clan who supports her. Among that group of people, Long Chen is the highest in terms of status, and the old lady is the highest in terms of seniority. But Butterfly Dance's performance is very strange, alienated, and no one dares to stop the prank. What are you kidding, shouldn't a master be dignified and serious? How did she know that she liked Bing Ling? It's amazing!

Man Jianghong felt that his IQ was infinitely approaching zero, so he simply didn't think about anything.

The marble square of thousands of square meters in front of the main building was covered with a scarlet carpet overnight, and the chairman's seat was facing the entrance of the building. Behind the chair, there is a two-meter aisle, followed by a sliding table, and the wooden platform rises in turn, with a total of four floors. There are four seats on each floor, three people per seat, and 48 people can be seated, which is the main seat arranged for Tianlong Group and the Research Institute.

To the right of the main seat, about five meters away, is an identical wooden platform, which is arranged for media reporters and other people. On the left side of the main seat, about five meters vertically intersect is a long wooden platform, also four layers, each floor actually has ten tables, each table of three people, can accommodate 120 people, is arranged for martial arts and cultivators to watch the ceremony.

The whole square is arranged like a saddle with a missing mouth, and the gap faces the sea, and the flower beds are dense and flourishing. The summer flowers are not gone, and the autumn leaves are green.

Man Jianghong entered the venue, the lights were as bright as day, and there was a stage pestle three feet above the ground in the center, surrounded by a rope guardrail, leaving a gap in the direction of the chairman's position, like a ring. He looked around at the viewing seats on both sides that were rising in steps, and secretly said in his heart, isn't this a miniature version of the Colosseum in ancient Rome?

Every ten meters around the outfield, there was a young man wearing a security uniform of the research institute, standing with his back hands straddling, his figure tall, but Man Jianghong didn't know him. Where did these people come from? The realm is no more than a samurai, and their faces are all nervous.

He ran a few laps just now, and found that there were two kinds of security guards tonight, the silver-gray uniform was from the courtyard, the plainclothes or light brown clothes were the bodyguards brought by Long Chen, and the murderous black-clothed man was nowhere to be seen.

He looked back at the brightly lit lobby of the main building with a weak heart, thinking about Long Jiu's words. If there is an accident, those men in black should be the strongest part of the security force.

"Hong Jiang, Hong Jiang!"

Suddenly remembering that it was the name he had used in the reclamation area, he turned his head and saw a graceful woman running in front of him.

"You've been here. ”

"Oh, reporter Wang Jing, I'm glad to see you. I'll be working here after graduation, and we'll talk after the meeting is over, you know!" he blinked.

The reclaimed prince of the land reclamation area, the head of the gangsters, where to graduate? This experience is hidden from the courtyard, please don't poke out the righteous lady.

After the dry opening remarks, the articulate Miss Wang didn't know what to say, and understood the obvious hint of Man Jianghong for a while, her heart pounded, and her face flushed.

Is he going to ask me out alone?

Ever since the chance encounter in the reclamation area, the figure of the young man has often come into dreams. She was ashamed of how many years older she was, and she was sad because of the family's step-by-step pressing. Her small universe exploded, jumping up and down, sparing no effort to clean up the aftermath of his "smashing the beggar gang", and looking for his traces in the name of collecting wind. She won't tell anyone about all this, thinking that she is about to be made into steel, which is as hard as iron. However, why after finally meeting him, seeing his casual smile, infinite grievances welled up in his heart, and tears could not be stopped at all.

"Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Oh, no...... Affair. It's windy and astringent. The woman turned to the side and pulled out a tissue from her small kun bag.

"There's a lot of media tonight. ”

"Well, our newspaper is small, and I'm the only one who came. Your rules are also very strange, you can take pictures and records, but you can't record and shoot. The woman gently wiped her eyes and regained her composure.

"I don't know. Wait a minute, there will be big shots, you have to grab a good spot to take pictures. ”

"Well, I don't know if Mr. Long Chen will be interviewed. If you are not allowed to record, you will rely on shorthand, which is very troublesome. ”

"That's, that's, then you can get busy. ”

The woman looked blankly at the young man and nodded politely, turned and walked away, almost crushing the silver tooth, and wanting to rush up and kick him to death.

Busy? I didn't say it's busy!

Fruits, pastries, moon cakes, red wine, and tea have been placed on the table, but no one has yet arrived at the long viewing platform on the left, but there are twenty or thirty media seats on the right, and the first row is full, and a laptop computer and camera are placed on the table. The good position was occupied, and Wang Jing had to find the second row to sit on the far right. Some people shouted where to recharge, and others leaned their heads and whispered.

The first row of the staff seat was empty, which was reserved for Tianlong Group and the senior management of the hospital to sit. There are only a dozen people in the back who are distributed in the second and third rows, a group of young assistant researchers, and a group of martial artists, which are clearly distinguished. Although the old man and Long Wu in the courtyard admired Man Jianghong, the literati were jealous of the martial artists, and the middle and lower classes in the two groups took the initiative to distance themselves from him.

Man Jianghong didn't bother to get together, and wanted to sit quietly in the last corner alone. As he was climbing the stairs, he saw two people on the left in the back row of the media gallery on the right standing up. One of them was tall and mighty, wearing a black trench coat, and hooked his finger at himself.

The small group of people in the martial artist also noticed it, and someone poked his head out and quickly retracted it, muttering "Tianshi Huarong", and the jealousy was overflowing. This kid hasn't grown up, not only has he been favored by the hospital, but he also knows the underworld martial arts giant, it's just unreasonable!

Man Jianghong hurriedly turned around and ran to the platform over there, and greeted in surprise: "Big brother." ”

Hua Rong wrenched his shoulder, pretended to wrinkle his nose and sniffed, and said, "Well, I shouldn't have taken a bath for a few days, and sure enough, there is an unstoppable style that fascinates other girls." ”

After finishing speaking, he pointed at Wang Jing, and it happened that she also pretended to put the computer and turned around to look secretly, and saw a big man like a demon god pointing over, so frightened that she hurriedly sat upright.

Man Jianghong was still a blank slate for love, and he was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and said: "People are big reporters, and they have only met once before." ”

"What's the matter? It's hard to say about fate, I think she is sincere to you. But you have to be careful with this woman, before you are a little sheep, and after you are a big tiger. Brother, on this painful experience, I will sell it to you at a discount today. ”

Man Jianghong was embarrassed and unwilling to continue the topic, and smiled at the middle-aged man standing beside Hua Rong: "This big brother is good." ”

The middle-aged man smiled back politely, no more words.

"Let me introduce, my little brother, Man Jianghong. Hua Rong let go of him and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder again, and said, "My old friend, Li Tie." ”

"Brother Li is good. Man Jianghong bowed slightly respectfully.

"Hmm. Li Tie nodded expressionlessly, still speechless,

The hot face was pasted with a cold buttocks, Man Jianghong felt bored, and said with a smile: "Then you guys are busy first, I still have some things." Without waiting for Hua Rong to speak, "Oh Oooo" ran straight down first.

Seeing him walk away, the two sat down again. Li Tie smiled and asked, "Hua Rong, this is the hidden stake you ambushed in the research institute, right?"

"The boss asked me to investigate the Tianlong Research Institute, but my brother Li Si has a little friendship with Longchen, what do you tell me to do? This kid is very smart, but very stubborn. I want him to go, but he doesn't go, what do you tell me to do?"

"No matter what the pile, it's useless after tonight. The National Security Bureau sent you to observe, the Intelligence Bureau was my observer, and the military and police families will definitely send observers. Long Chen pretended not to know, the South China Sea faction pretended not to know, and we also pretended not to know each other, look at how tacit this play is. It's a pity that we can only see the front of the stage, not behind the scenes. ”

"The Nanhai faction smashed dozens of clubs of the Tianlong Group in Huaxia, and was forced by public opinion not to further expand the situation. Long Chen held a martial arts conference, and made it clear that the carriage and horses were going to fight with each other, so that they would always be suffocated by piecemeal, enough for the gentlemen!"

"Cultivators are not easy to mess with. ”

"Hehe, the above strictly ordered to compromise. I'm wearing this tiger skin, and I've never had a chance to fight them. ”

"You martial idiot, you're crazy. Do you know how much of a stake it has......"

After a while, except for the first row of empty seats, the staff seats were filled one after another. The first and second rows of the media seats were obviously full of reporters, and they were only seven points full. The people in the third and fourth rows were obviously not reporters, they were all well-dressed and extraordinary, and they were also seated nine points full. Some go alone, some hug each other, and often have to say hello to people they know well. The people who came later saw that the last two rows were almost full, so they crowded into the reporter's seat.

The largest lineup is the martial arts seats, which are full, and you can also see everyone's status. More than a dozen arrogant looks, one or two people have a seat in the second row, the third row is basically a seat for three people, and the fourth row is four or five people huddled together. Fortunately, it is a bench, and if it is a chair, wouldn't it sit on someone's lap?

These people were fierce-eyed and silent, and occasionally they only spoke a few words. Oddly enough, they would rather be crammed than sit on the empty first row of thirty seats. What's even more strange is that half of the people are carrying blades, ring-headed swords and seven-star swords are blatantly placed on the desk, and crescent shovels and iron rods are leaning beside them majestically. Man Jianghong even saw a meteor hammer, swarthy and small watermelon-like, with iron chains jingling around his arms. Calculate how to get seventy or eighty pounds of weight, he really wanted to come forward and ask, big brother, are you tired?

Because of the arrival of this group of people, the atmosphere at the scene began to be cold, and the hostess in charge of guidance trembled in her calves and stomach, and goosebumps appeared on her smooth naked back. Several reporters raised their cameras excitedly, stared at each other's copper bell-sized strange eyes, raised their bright blades, and were immediately frightened and fell back to their seats, not daring to look more.

The host and the guest of honor had not yet appeared, and the occasional small sound floated by but could not be heard, and the square where nearly 200 people sat became more and more eerie and eerie. The sound engineer began to tune up, and the soothing tune spread like a slowly flowing river.

Man Jianghong heard that it was Tchaikovsky's "Andante Like a Song". The bright and elegant main theme is followed by a repetitive, low sigh. It's not wailing, it's groaning, it's sad thoughts, it's deep exhaustion, it's helplessness that can't be let go.

He stood up slowly, slowly looking around at the complicated faces, his heart full of sadness. Tonight, even Bingling, Wang Jing, and Hua Rong are all people who like but are rare to see, not to mention that his heart was exposed by Butterfly Dance, which made him more delicate and sensitive than usual, and his soul was stirred by this sadness.

The battle between the Bright World and the cultivators will be clear tonight, and I'm afraid all of you here will be cannon fodder. Kang Jie said that tonight is destined to be a river of blood. The lives in front of you will be turned into ugly corpses in a few hours. Come like the breeze, go like dust, how fortunate is life, what is the suffering, how innocent?

He hurriedly leaned over and said to the puppet-like chasers: "Wait a minute, if an accident happens, you don't care about anything, run towards the main building!"

Chasing life rolled his eyelids, and a word popped out between his teeth: "Medium!"

Man Jianghong hurriedly ran down and climbed onto the press box, whispered to Wang Jinglian, who was sitting in a remote place, and hurriedly ran in front of Hua Rong in a big circle from the back row, and gave some advice.

Looking at his back as he jumped and ran back, Li Tie's face was solemn and he said, "This kid has a conscience." ”

Hua Rong glanced at the main building like a demon moth, and said casually: "In this building, there are heavy soldiers!"