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Zhuo Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "Deacon Jin has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hehe, then I'm not polite to say..."Jin Xi leaned back slightly, and he had a signature honest smile, but Zhuo Wen saw a hint of treachery in his eyes.

"As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall... That hot potato, persuade the son to throw it out early. ”

After taking a sip of tea again, when Jin Xi said such things, he behaved very calmly.

"Oh, is it?" Zhuo Wen turned the corners of his mouth, looked at Jin Xi, and said with interest: "But I don't know about this, where did Deacon Jin start?"

"Childe is a smart person, I guess you don't need Jin to bother talking, you should also know what Jin means. Kim Hee said.

"When Deacon Jin said 'inspiration'?" Zhuo Wen smiled.

Jin Xi also smiled: "Sure enough, it's easy to talk to smart people, presumably Gongzi should have noticed it, the oppressive atmosphere around here..."

When Zhuo Wen heard this, his calm eyes glanced slightly, and his pupils couldn't help but condense.

Although the people in front of them seemed to be talking to each other on the surface, the vast majority of people were staring in their own direction out of the corner of their eyes.

The eyes of those people were filled with greed and slaughter... Zhuo Wen seemed to be able to hear the sound of sharpening knives.

Originally, Zhuo Wen felt that his thoughts were a little too extreme, but after Jin Xi's awakening, Zhuo Wen reacted, I'm afraid that things are far from being as simple as he imagined before...

The smoke of another battle may have been ignited as early as the moment he walked out of the arena.

The reason why it seems calm at this time is just because Zhuo Wen has not yet gotten inspiration, once he gets inspiration, I am afraid that in Yancheng, there will be another bloody storm!

Looking at Zhuo Wen's suddenly solemn expression, Jin Xi smiled a little black this time: "Our Dajin firm has strong financial resources, if Gongzi is willing to sell Jin's favor, the business bank, in addition to providing 10 million ink yuan, can also arrange for Gongzi to leave Yancheng safely, I don't know what Gongzi wants?"

"Hehe, 10 million? Deacon Jin is really generous. Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, he could redeem 180 million points alone, and his inspiration was only worth 10 million?

This golden fat man is really a profiteer, he really knows how to manipulate people, he calculates that he is in danger, and wants to take advantage of the fire to rob.

Jin Xi was not annoyed by Zhuo Wen's ridicule, and said with a smile: "Childe, I might as well tell you that in the audience, that is, our Dajin firm is a real firm, and other people will only tell you about the knife. ”

"Let me think about it. Seeing the egret waving at him, Zhuo Wen got up and stepped forward, and the attitude in his words was ambiguous, neither refusing nor accepting.

Although Jin Xi took advantage of the fire to rob, he was right, many people probably don't even want to give money.

Now, he is like a child with a treasure chest in his arms, surrounded by some greedy and ill-intentioned bandits.

In this case, if it is not good, it will really happen that people and money are empty.

Of course, that's what he said, but Zhuo Wen was not scared, he wanted to lead his nose away, and he was too tender.

Inspiration is a good thing, but it's also a hot potato, and blatantly doing it to yourself will only make one of them a target for the public.

Savvy people know that for a good thing, it is the best policy to take it by force, and it is the best policy to take it skillfully.

Because everyone wants to be the big winner in the end, in this way, this also indirectly ensures Zhuo Wen's safety in the city for the time being.

As long as these people don't dare to attack themselves in the city, then Zhuo Wen has a way to get out!

It's not an easy task to catch his big fish.

Watching Zhuo Wen gradually move away, Jin Xi's smiling face suddenly sank and became a little gloomy.

"Stinky boy who has not dried up, your life is in my hands, it would be nice to have money for you... If you get cheap and sell well, it seems that if you don't teach you a lesson, you can't learn well..."

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"Hehe, that fat golden man, what are you talking about?" On the way, the egret asked, and the direction she took Zhuo Wen was a large courtyard.

"Nothing, just talk about it. By the way, Miss Bai, where are we going? The award ceremony shouldn't have started yet, right?"

As his steps deepened, Zhuo Wen, who was following behind the egret, suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart while being puzzled, and his eyes couldn't help but raise two points of caution.

"Heh, count yourself lucky, my master, that is, Zhuo Gang, the city lord of Yancheng, he attaches great importance to you, so I want to see you, and I am showing you the way now. In the smile of the egret, the charm was actually restrained at this moment, like a sister next door, and it became extremely normal.

However, it was like this, looking at Zhuo Wen's eyes, but how abnormal it was, there was no reason for a burst of pressure in his heart, he only felt cold sweat secreting out, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

It is no accident that there will be this feeling, the pre-death branch in Zhuo Wen's inner world has begun to tremble, and as his steps go deeper, the trembling amplitude is getting bigger and bigger!

This is a crisis that has never been seen before, even when facing the Werewolf King at that time, the branch before death has not trembled so violently as it does now.

The trembling feeling, as if being blown by a strong wind, shook Zhuo Wen extremely shocked.

Obviously, the surroundings are comfortable and calm, birds and flowers, but before he died, the branch told himself that there was a lot of danger here!

Zhuo Wen had a feeling that even if he used a drinking dove to quench his thirst at this moment, he might not be able to solve this crisis.

It's a deep cement pool!

"... It's still too naïve for me to believe this woman, she's going to guillotine!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhuo Wen swept left and right in a cold sweat like rain, wanting to take the opportunity to find an opportunity to escape.

Helplessly, there were more and more people around, and even the golden eagle didn't know when, but he also came to his side and looked at him with cold eyes!

It was a kind of gaze like a prisoner, and Zhuo Wen believed that as long as he had the idea of escaping, this big man would twist himself back mercilessly like catching a kitten.

The surroundings were as unbreakable as iron buckets, and at this time, Zhuo Wen felt that he had gone deep into the tiger's den, and it was too late to escape.

Knowing that this would be the case, Zhuo Wen felt that he shouldn't be involved in this fighting competition, any inspiration points, compared to fate, are worthless!

Finally, the group came to their final destination, which was an elegantly decorated house, but from inside, there was a powerful and extremely dangerous aura.

"Please, Master Zhuo. The egret next to him smiled slightly, and his salutation and tone also changed from the original teasing charm to gentleness.

"Please. Not only the egret, but even the golden eagle, which has always been calm and unsmiling, actually showed an unprecedented smile at this moment, which made Zhuo Wen's heart seep straight into it.

Through the hollow on the door, Zhuo Wen could vaguely see a shaved figure sitting inside.

That person, is that Zhuo Gang?

His heartbeat was like the sound of a drum, and every step forward made Zhuo Wen feel a tremor from his soul.

Gently pushing open the wooden door, Zhuo Wen has no way to retreat, even if it is a certain death, he can only move forward.

It's all dead horizontally and vertically, so you can only gamble!

Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, Zhuo Wen felt a burst of collapse all over his body, and the shaking of the branch before death was so violent that it seemed to be broken. (To be continued.) )