Finally came to the high-end community where Wang Cong lived, I was still a little apprehensive in my heart, and the whole person looked around curiously like a child.

The security guards of the high-end community and the security guard of the old community are completely two grades.

I was so frightened that I quickly took out my mobile phone and searched for nearby housing prices.

Good guys, the property here starts at least 10 million!

But when I thought that this was Wang Cong's home, I instantly felt normal.

The son of the richest man lives in a house of 10 million yuan, which can be regarded as shabby.

The driver pulled us to the parking garage, and after getting out of the Bentley, Kawaino took me to the indoor elevator and went up from the garage to the second floor where Wang Cong was.

As soon as the elevator opened, a life-size statue of David was placed in front of you, and the walls around it were gray and white, but there were many famous paintings hanging on it, Gu Kaizhi's "Luo Shen Futu", Zhang Daqian's "Yangtze River Ten Thousand Miles", and even da Vinci, Van Gogh's paintings.

These paintings, if they are genuine, will be priceless, and if they are imitations, they can be sold for a good price.

A layman like me only measures a work of art by looking at its worthlessness.

A wealthy man of Wang Cong's level simply collects artworks, so he shouldn't hang fake paintings at home to fool around.

Kawaino took me through the living room of nearly 100 square meters, along the way in addition to a lot of art treasures, there are also a variety of mahogany furniture, rare flowers and plants.

I sigh from the bottom of my heart, it's good to be rich!

After my 200 million yuan in compensation for demolition and relocation comes down, I will also decorate it in this way.

"Wang Cong is in the study inside, let's go in."

Kawaino pushed open the wooden door in front of him, and the smell of books came to his nose.

I saw rows of huge bookshelves, one by one with the large bookshelves in the library, the books in them were piled higher than people, and they were specially arranged in an arc shape, fan shape, quite artistic.

Wang Cong sat behind a desk carved with red rice, holding an original English copy of "A Brief History of Mankind" in his hand.

Rich people are different.

The difference with ordinary people can be seen at once.

However, after I walked in with Kawaino, Wang Cong seemed to be still immersed in the books, and he didn't even have time to look up at us.

I was curious, and looked at Kawaino on the side, puzzled.

Kawaino just pressed his index finger to his lips and made a "shhhhh

I immediately understood what she meant, and stood upright, quietly waiting for Wang Cong.

A wealthy person like Wang Cong has a very strict concept of hierarchy.

In his mind, whatever level you are, you should do whatever level of things, and you must not cross the line!

People like me, in Wang Cong's eyes, are a servant.

Then, when he is quietly reading, I should wait for him quietly, and only when he is tired and sleepy that he has time to talk to me.

My time is not worth anything, his time is worth it.

That's the level!

Even if I have a lot of unhappiness in my heart, I have to admit it.

took a deep breath and silently waited for Wang Cong to read.

He looked very comfortable, stretched out his languid fingers, and flipped through the pages one after another, without stopping.

I looked out the window and estimated the time.

After I came in, it was at least two hours.

I don't care, Kawaino next to me is already leaning against the wall, and his feet are so sore that he can't stand up.

Smack-

Just as I wanted to open my mouth to interrupt Wang Cong, who was reading, he suddenly closed the book and made a crisp sound, and the whole person seemed to be greatly satisfied, stretched lazily, and then looked at me expressionlessly.

It was as if I was standing here with Kawaino and waiting for him for two hours, which was exactly what we deserved.

This kind of person who grew up in a wealthy family will not be ashamed of anything he has done.

Seriously, I think he's a little disgusting.

But I can't show it, because the demolition money he paid me has not yet arrived, and when my money arrives, I will be the uncle.

"Zhang Wei, who is that, Fan ......"

Wang Cong looked up at me.

"Fan Jian!"

I hurriedly helped him recall Fan Jian.

After hearing this, Wang Cong hurriedly nodded: "Ah, yes!" It's him, Fan Jian, who is still with you, right? ”

I nodded slightly.

"That's good, Fan Jian's father is not small, colluding with Su Qiang's gang to deal with me, I will definitely teach him a lesson quietly!"

Wang Cong said as he gritted his teeth and looked vicious.

I looked at him like this, and I was a little jealous in my heart, and I didn't know what outrageous things he would do.

"That's right! Haven't you been demolishing Mouse Street lately? ”

Suddenly, Wang Cong's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something funny, and a perverted smile appeared on his face.

"If you demolish a house, there will be danger, if there is danger, someone will die, someone will die, then the person who dies can be anyone!"

Wang Cong said to me step by step.

I gradually understood something from his perverted smile.

But I was a little displeased.

The demolition of Mouse Street is my project, and I don't want to have such bad things as dead people and accidents in my project.

If after the reconstruction of Mouse Street, some people say that people died during the reconstruction of this street, will it affect the mood of tourists, will it affect the concerns of investors, there are no tourists, there are no investors, then the property here is worthless.

Haven't I worked in vain?

So I looked at Wang Cong with some embarrassment.

"Wang Gongzi, this kind of thing is not easy to handle, right?"

As long as I show embarrassment, Wang Cong thinks he sees through me.

"Haha, I understand, I know you're a real person, make a price, hurry up."

He paid for me to kill.

I can't do this kind of deal.

So I continued: "Wang Gongzi, this time it's really not a matter of money, if there is a death on my construction site, and it is Fan Jian's life, maybe the work will be stopped for investigation, and the suspension will delay the entire project." ”

Sure enough, as soon as I said this, Wang Cong's face immediately changed.

"Zhang Wei, I'm doing my favor, you won't help either?"

Wang Cong began to question me.

His eyes grew fierce, and I rejected him once, as if I had become his enemy.

This kind of person can't cooperate often.

Just as I was thinking about how to reply, Kawaino, who was on the side, saw my embarrassment and took the initiative to stand up and help me out.

"Wang Cong, since that Fan Jian's father is so capable, why don't you spare his life first, make good use of his father, and make the best use of it."

After Kawaino finished speaking, my heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.