Muyuan City, Shenling District in the middle, underground of the Wildfire Opera House, has a huge underground hall.

There were no electric lights in the hall, but it was very bright, because there were countless white candles, thick and thin, and the air was full of the smell of wax and oil, and by the light of the candles, a huge sun pattern could be seen carved into the ceiling of the hall.

An old man in a red robe, holding scissors, trimmed the blackened cotton thread on the candle to make the flame more beautiful.

"Yinghui, the letter has been delivered."

Behind the old man, kneeling was a man in a red suit.

"It's already gone, President." Chu Yinghui nodded, and then couldn't help asking: "Is it useful to send a letter in the past, he may not know about our Liaoyuan Society." ”

The president shook his head slowly, and said confidently: "The Tang family is not an ordinary nouveau riche, but a wealthy family that has been passed down for several generations, Tang Xiuyuan has been in contact with us, and there is no reason why he should not inform the heir of our existence." ”

"But is it really necessary for us to work with a mere businessman?"

"In Muyuan City, only the Tang family can quietly make all the preparations, complete the God's entrustment in the most ideal way, and if you want to unveil the curtain, show the truth, and destroy the hotbed of evil, it is the best choice to cooperate with the Tang Consortium."

Chu Yinghui said ruthlessly: "Then what if that kid refuses? ”

"Then persuade him."

"If persuasion doesn't work......"

"Then bring him here, let him see the divine light, and then he will surely agree."

The president walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

Chu Yinghui's face was cloudy, and the more he got to know Tang Ping, the more he felt a little jealous, why could such a guy have the wealth and power that the president would look at.

And he ......

Click, the door closed, and the president's figure disappeared into the hall.

The light of the candle began to dim, the light of the holy candle gradually turned to a dark red, the pure white wax oil gradually became yellow and greasy, and some of them had a small piece of skin, nails, or bone debris on it, and the calming smell of wax oil turned into a pungent smell of flesh and blood, which was very disgusting.

"No matter how many times I've watched it, I'm still not used to this hellish place."

Chu Yinghui shrunk his neck and left scolding.

……

The stars faded, and the morning glow was born.

Tang Ping got up early today, and it will be another busy day.

He hastily ate breakfast, put on an expensive tailored suit with the help of a maid, and kept his image to perfection, and then drove to a building in the center of the city.

Although Tang Ping inherited a huge family property, although he did not need to take care of it personally, he had to go to a meeting every once in a while to understand and deal with some situations.

This frequency doesn't need to be too frequent, but it has to be.

He had been working all morning, and his head was about to grow to two.

In fact, Tang Ping, who has not been doing business since he was a child, is not the heir of the Tang family selected by Tang Xiuyuan, and the person who is really cultivated as an heir is Tang He.

But now the Tang family is left with only Tang Ping, so these jobs can only be done by him.

"No, I still have to find a secretary, I have to find a secretary!"

Tang Ping was very nervous and busy all morning before he finished the things that needed to be dealt with, and the final task was to open some letters sent to the company and needed him to deal with the reply in person.

Most of the letters he read and handed them over to others to deal with, but one of them was a letter with a red coat, which stood out as a special eye.

The letter was sent by the 'Liaoyuan Society', saying that he wanted to cooperate with the Tang Group in an all-round way, and wanted to meet Tang Ping as soon as possible.

Tang Ping asked the people around him with question marks: "That...... What kind of company is Liaoyuan Society, and have any of you heard of it? ”

One of the company executives looked dazed: "I haven't heard of it, it should be a small company that is not famous." ”

"What kind of comprehensive cooperation does a small company talk about, and there is no AC number in mind?"

Tang Ping casually placed the letter on the pile of documents on the side, and a distorted human face appeared on the letter, and then the entire letter burned, burning many documents along with it, and scorching the expensive solid wood boss's desk.

After a bit of scrambling, Tang Ping gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "This Liaoyuan Society wants to murder me!" ”

……

Lunch, Tang Ping was settled at the company's headquarters.

Sancai Group has a wide range of business, but the financial paperwork of many branches is carried out in this building, so there is a special staff canteen here.

The consequence of the boss eating in the staff canteen is that the dishes in the canteen are very rich today, and the chef is working harder than before, and even the hands of the cooking aunt are not shaking!

After the meal, Tang Ping took some leftovers and drove away from the company.

After the car drove to a remote corner, Tang Ping opened the trunk, took out a round bag, opened the zipper, and Wangcai flew out of the bag, and then pounced on the leftovers and ate them with a sigh.

"Have you eaten enough, let's start acting when you're full."

Wangcaigou's face sank, and he reluctantly leaned over to Tang Ping's side, taking a deep breath towards his toenails, which almost didn't make him faint, and then he looked southwest.

Under the leadership of Wangcai, Tang Ping went all the way to the southwest and came to Yongning District in the southwest of Muyuan.

Among the nine districts of Muyuan City, Yongning District is not the poorest, but it is the most chaotic.

It seems that there will never be peace here, and there are violent cases all the time, and it is here that Tang Ping kidnapped Dr. Xiao, and he also contributed to the chaos here.

When the car drove to the mouth of an alley, there was no way to continue on, the road was blocked by many illegal buildings, the ground was potholed, and Wangcai said that it was not far from the goal.

So Tang Ping changed into a black coat in the car, put on a black top hat and sunglasses, and walked with Wangcai in a round bag.

Wangcai is amazingly heavy, it is completely a solid metal ball, even with Tang Ping's strength, it is a little difficult to carry, so it is floating in the bag, moving in line with Tang Ping's direction of movement.

Although Tang Ping has changed into a set of 'cheap' coats, his painting style still does not match this remote and dirty street at all, and the brand-new designer clothes and heavy packages make him look like a fat sheep with a lot of money.

So Tang Ping was soon targeted by a group of people.

When they followed Tang Ping and came to a dead-end alley, the sturdy yellow hair in the lead stopped Tang Ping.

"Brother, borrow some money to spend?"

Tang Ping turned around, took off his top hat, and looked at him with a polite smile: "Yo, what a coincidence, this is the second time we have met." ”

Huang Mao looked at the familiar face with more than a dozen eyes that had nightmares for days, and suddenly his expression was frightened, and this time he couldn't run away.