Ding Ling Lan

The breeze blows the wind chimes.

Outside the villa.

Three cars parked on the side of the road. Mr. Zhuang, dressed in a white suit, sat in the car and looked at the single-family villa in front of him through the car window.

He doesn't want to come.

But there is no other way. The group contains his thirty years of hard work. As long as there is hope, the group will never be allowed to fall.

"You stay in the car."

After thinking about it.

Mr. Zhuang took no one with him and walked towards the door alone.

"Um?"

Don't wait for the knock on the door.

Mr. Zhuang noticed something was wrong with the ground around the villa.

The ground is not yellow, but white.

Twist it with your hands.

As a construction boss who started out as a contractor, Mr. Zhuang frowned subconsciously: "Lime?"

strangeness.

Why use lime to pave the floor?

This thing is spread on the ground, and not even a single weed can grow. In other words, within the scope of the villa in front of you, mosquitoes are extinct and no vegetation grows. It is a dead place.

crunch

Without waiting for another thought, the vermilion iron door opened in response.

Mr. Zhuang looked inside the villa.

No one opened the door. The door seemed to have been blown open by the wind, and in the courtyard, in addition to the white ground he imagined, there were also many black flags planted in the courtyard.

Have a look.

I don’t recognize the characters on the flags at all, and the glyphs are also weird.

"This is a sinister text, it will hurt a living person to read it."

Zhang Heng's voice came from the villa: "I said, I have cleared up my relationship with the group, what are you still doing here?"

"Laoba."

Hear the sound.

Mr. Zhuang's cheek twitched twice: "I can't support myself now, and the group needs you very much." Lan

The tone paused slightly.

Then he said: "Have you heard that the world outside is getting more and more chaotic right now, and there are many supernatural events and strange people appearing in various places in the mountains and rivers.

Early this morning, Lao Lu approached me on behalf of some people and said that they had created a 444 game and wanted to discuss cooperation with me.

I am also thinking about you, let me tell you, are you also one of the strange people? If so, the group is willing to fully support you. When the time comes, you have the support of the group and the cooperation from above, and I am where I am today.

After using it for thirty years, I guarantee that you will not use it for more than three years."

"Three years?"

Zhang Heng's attitude was noncommittal: "Are you done?"

"Old man, I know, I used to like to write you bad checks." Lan

Mr. Zhuang emphasized: "This time is different. As long as you return to the group, the position of general manager will be yours. In addition, I have prepared an equity transfer agreement to transfer 10% of the company's shares. You can sign it at any time. This is dozens of

Hundreds of millions.”

silence.

What are billions and not billions?

If Zhang Heng wanted to, he could use puppetry to control several tens of billionaires and become an invisible rich man behind his back. Then, he could have as much money as he wanted, so why bother being a son to others.

As for the Zhuang Group.

It's just a rotten ship, so there's no way to do any serious business.

Open and shut to let him go back.

What to do when you go back.

It’s not just shouting and killing, it’s really treating itself as a legitimate company.

"You go."

Zhang Heng said in a faint tone: "I understand your determination to save the times, and I also understand that you don't want the Zhuang Group that has spent your whole life to be destroyed. But the times are like this. Instead of wasting energy on me, it is better to do more good deeds when you go back. This

Although it is too late in this life, you can always accumulate some virtue for the next life."

incredible.

After standing outside the door for a while, Mr. Zhuang whispered: "Baby, if you think it's okay, we can talk again."

No one answered.

After waiting for a while, seeing no one responded in the room, Mr. Zhuang said again: "Strange people and strangers are not three-legged golden cicadas, let alone rare and rare. If you think you have a rare commodity and want to sell it for a price, I think you

I will regret it, because this is not only my opportunity, but also yours."

quiet

It seems like there is no one at home.

Mr. Zhuang took a deep breath, shook his head with disappointment and left.

He couldn't figure it out at all.

What reason does Zhang Heng have for rejecting him? The reason is that he is not very prosperous now and his situation is not good.

But he has not lost yet. The Zhuang Group is still the leading local company, and he, Zhuang Qiang, is still the most powerful businessman in Yangjiang's black and white circles.

at the same time.

Inside the villa.

"Master, you are rushing to give us money. There is no reason for us not to agree, right?"

Zhang Heng was lying on the Taishi chair.

Behind him, Gui Laojiu, who was half-dressed in red, looked puzzled: "I first agreed to Lao Bangzi and got 10% of the shares. Later, whether it is coercion or inducement, with your methods, it will not take three years."

It only takes three months, no, thirty days, and the Zhuang Group will have to bear the surname Zhang, so why bother now."

Zhang Heng knows what Gui Laojiu wants to say.

The Zhuang Group has existed for 30 years, is involved in more than a dozen industries, and has more than 60,000 employees.

Now bow your head.

Call me godfather, and you will be the director of the group when you get back, an outstanding young entrepreneur from Handong.

Went back.

Follow the Zhuang Group's connections and find a big boss in the province to be your backer.

When the time comes, the above sentence: 'You can handle it, don't worry.'

Arrived below.

The people must also feel relieved.

Further back.

Three or four general bureaus at the state and provincial levels have been established, and they are more active. There are no general bureaus at the state and provincial level, but down the line, there must be in-charge bureaus at the prefecture and city levels.

If Zhang Heng was a lucky person who received the inheritance of magic in the early stages of spiritual energy recovery, he would be able to call him "godfather".

pity.

He's not.

Lan

In the blink of an eye, it’s March again.

This is the sixth month of spiritual recovery.

Zhang Heng still didn't move lightly.

Because he knows very well that this is an era of weak spirits. In this era of weak spirits, the limitations of heaven and earth prevent monks from exceeding the Qi refining period.

In this case, the power of the dynasty will inevitably prevail over the individual.

certainly.
To be continued...