Three days later.

After three days of relaxation, it was as easy as if he had returned to the happy time of stabbing people everywhere on the Blackstone Islands when he had nothing to do.

Although he is in the wilderness, as the richest man in the world, it is impossible for Yan Luge to wronged himself.

So, on the first day, Zheng Qingming saw countless helicopters printed with the logo of Cornerstone Technology Group rushing here, unloading a bunch of prefabricated building materials, and erecting a low-key appearance but a small wooden house with water, electricity and Internet next to their camp tent.

The next day, the cabin was transformed into a large villa, where everything was eaten, drunk and merry, including the oversized fresh king crab that had just been fished up from the Arctic ice and flown in, and the latest sci-fi blockbuster that had just been edited and not yet had time to be submitted for review.

On the third day, the big villa became a large manor, not only in front of the door there are more exquisite gardens and lawns, but also six floors of luxury villa-type little wolf den with air conditioning and bathroom in the garden.

Why should God have his own floor!

I didn't stay as well as they did!

Zheng Qingming looked at the three or five lonely military tents in his camp, thought about the two-bedroom and one-hall that he had saved up for half his life's salary to buy outside the sixth ring road of the capital, and looked at Director Yan's 24-hour brightly lit manor with laughter, and his blood pressure went up again.

Are you rich and amazing! Show off what, show off!

However, the fire full of jealousy turned around in Zheng Qingming's chest, but it turned into a sigh and released it all.

Three days was enough time for him to figure out what had happened before.

Although no one saw the big battle at the northwest base with their own eyes, judging from the traces left at the scene, it was enough to deduce what a crazy, tyrannical, and cruel battle it was.

Both sides involved in the war are utter monsters, polluting each other with their strength, tearing each other apart with their claws, injuring and killing each other by every means imaginable, and scattering flesh and blood everywhere until one of them is completely unable to hold it and falls.

DNA analysis of some of the tissues left behind in the field...... Zheng Qingming felt that Yan Luge could stand in front of him with all his beards and tails as a demon, perhaps because the other party had some kind of extraordinary ability that was almost resurrected.

Alas, forget it, let him go, after all, he is just an extraordinary boy who inherited hundreds of billions of family assets and a world-class transcendent organization after losing his father...... Grass, thinking about it makes me even more psychologically unbalanced.

Zheng Qingming took a deep breath and calmed himself down again.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yan Luge with his hands in his pockets, and Jiao'er Lang walked out of the manor.

A bespectacled, sven-looking, polite-looking man followed behind Yan Luge.

The two of them walked to the small pavilion in the middle of the garden, sat down, and said something with a relaxed expression.

A hint of vigilance flashed in Zheng Qingming's eyes - he recognized the man next to Yan Luge.

Jiang Changhai, who is the commercial director of Cornerstone Technology Group on the surface, is secretly suspected of controlling an intelligence organization. When he was young, his foundation was not very clean, he had experience as a commercial espionage, and he was also involved in several disappearances. Command Division No. 101 suspected that after he took refuge in Yan Rong, he killed his old club with his backhand, and also abducted the entire intelligence organization "Night Heron" to serve Cornerstone Technology Group.

In short, it's a very difficult character.

Zheng Qingming noticed that when Jiang Changhai and Yan Luge were together, he always walked half a step behind Yan Luge, and always paid attention to Yan Luge's face, and he didn't dare to sit down until the young man took his seat.

He respects words and songs...... Or is it fear...... When the two sides talked, they looked more relaxed and did not seem to be fake...... The explanation is not a fear based on strength, but more like a combination of respect and fear...... At the same time, judging from his appearance here, he should be Yanluge's henchman......

According to the looks of the two when they talked, Zheng Qingming figured out their relationship in an instant.

His evaluation of Yanlu Song is a few points higher.

It is not difficult to inherit property from his father, but it is not easy to impress such a number one person.

In addition to wealth and power, you must also have enough means to control people.

- I can't imagine that Jiang Changhai has long been a loyal lackey of Yanluge. 90% of his life resume is the credit of Yanluge, or the black pot he helped the underage Yanluge to carry out.

Zheng Qingming was thinking about it, but Yan Luge had already seen him.

"Good morning, Lao Zheng~" The young man waved warmly, "Come and sit?" ”

Zheng Qingming didn't hesitate too much and walked over.

Walking into the small manor of Yanluge, Zheng Qingming found that not only was the lush lawn laid on the ground, but even the soil for planting grass had been replaced, and it was replaced with Feinan No. 1 red clay, which had no shortcomings except for being expensive, and the foot feeling was very good.

Grass, a rich man who is poor and extravagant.

Zheng Qingming maintained a smirk on his face, not letting his blood pressure show on his face.

He walked to the small pavilion in the middle of the garden.

So Zheng Qingming discovered that the pavilion was a well-known work of art carved by Mr. Jin Bo, a top architect and artist, from the finest golden silk nanmu for 12 years; The stone table and stone bench in the middle of the pavilion are precious cultural relics that were given to the ancient Nile Pharaohs by the ancient Tianzhou royal family for cultural exchange 4,100 years ago, and later lost due to war.

It's grassier!

Do you dare to pretend to be a little more [beep-] a little!

Zheng Qingming looked at the two small stools that were still empty on the edge of the stone table, and he couldn't sit for a while, and he didn't sit for a while.

Yan Luge lifted his eyelids without self-awareness: "Why are you stupid? Oh...... Ants on a stool? ”

There was really a little black ant crawling on the stool.

Yan Luge thought that Lao Zheng was blown out of the psychological shadow by the nest of ants that would explode themselves, so he kindly reached out and fanned the little ant to the ground.

"Alright, drive away." Yanluge said in a soft tone like a father coaxing a child, "Don't be afraid, it's just an ordinary ant." Have a seat. ”

In terms of age, his age in his previous life and in this life is enough to be the father, grandfather and even ancestors of all mankind.

In terms of power, he has enough wealth and power to make anyone who is undisciplined kneel down on the spot and call Daddy.

In terms of strength, he single-handedly singled out the immature transcendents of the world like a father beating his son.

So he was rarely gentle, not to mention that Zheng Qingming was the godson he liked more.

It was so gentle that Zheng Qingming shuddered.

Is there something wrong with this tone......

But Lao Zheng is also a man who can write and martial arts, and after a short gaffe, he immediately reacted.

Director Yan saw his hesitation, so he deliberately said this...... So this "ant" is not an ordinary "ant", but is giving him a step?

No, with the violent temper of Yan Luge, he would take into account the feelings of others, and the sun came out of the west?

But anyway - sit! Cultural relics are cultural relics! Why not sit!

Zheng Qingming also restrained his aura as the leader of the Tenth Division of Tianzhou Secret at this moment, and sat down calmly.

"It's better to say that the environment here is good." Zheng Qingming greeted him with a smile, and his tone was like an old fritter who had been in officialdom for a long time.

It's a pity that there is no good pot of dragon wells on the table, otherwise it would be more like.

"Really?" Yan Luge also smiled, "If you like it, this place will be returned from tomorrow." ”

"Hehe, Director Yan is really joking."

"No kidding." Yan Luge's tone was very calm, "I'm leaving." ”

(End of chapter)