"Do you dare to imprison me?" Meng Xuemin was so angry that his face turned red.

Several Qingzhou slaughter imprisoned two chamber of commerce members and Cao Jia's son, which was simply bold.

The most important thing is how to explain to Cao Jia!

He made a promise to bring Cao Jia's son back.

But as soon as I arrived in Qingzhou, I was imprisoned before a day passed, and I couldn’t save myself. How could I save people?

He decisively took out his cell phone and called the leader of the Chamber of Commerce, "President Wang, I am Meng Xuemin, I was imprisoned by Lin Baole and the others in Qingzhou..."

There was a circle of black people on the deck, and no one stopped him from making the phone call. However, as soon as his call ended, someone scolded: "Everyone, hand over all the phones to me..."

"It's outrageous. A small Qingzhou dares to touch the people from my Chamber of Commerce. It's a big deal!"

On the side of the Chamber of Commerce, the president, Wang Qingshu, slapped the table in anger and immediately called Cao Jia, "Cao Jia, Meng Xuemin and Wanshijie, something happened in Qingzhou and was arrested. You go and deal with it."

"ah!"

Cao Jia was stunned when he heard this.

Meng Xuemin was sent to Qingzhou by him, so why was he arrested as soon as he arrived?

"I'll give you three days. In these three days, you will not only save the people, but also make Qingzhou so that those who are not good at Qingzhou will re-recognize our Chamber of Commerce."

The president was also anxious and directly ruled out the vice president, Cao Jia.

"Don't worry, President, I'll start to go to Qingzhou now." Cao Jia hurriedly agreed.

Even without his order, I had to go to Qingzhou.

I don’t care about everything they know. The main reason is that my son is also trapped in Qingzhou, so I can’t ignore it!

And that Meng Xuemin, why is he so useless?

He actually misunderstood. When he saw him again, he immediately confiscated his upgraded platinum membership card.

Wouldn't it be nice to use that membership card to exchange for your son back?

After the call with the president, after another consideration, he finally called Lin Baole's cell phone, "Lin Baole, I am Cao Jia."

"Hello, President Cao." Lin Baole had just logged in and received a call from Cao Jia.

"How about we talk about a deal?" Cao Jia asked directly.

A smile appeared on Lin Baole's lips, "You said."

"As long as you are willing to let Meng Xuemin and the others go, I can bring you to our chamber of commerce."

In order to get things smoothly, Cao Jia threw out the bait directly.

It is never that easy to join their chamber of commerce.

Those who have no chance to break their heads and want to break their heads.

But Lin Baole curled his lips without writing, "I just need to contact the Tang family crisis, otherwise, I won't be able to talk."

Cao Jia stared at him.

No matter how awesome a person applies for the association, he must go through very strict multi-faceted assessments.

Whether it is money, power, character, social and friend quality, etc., you have to pass the test.

But if he doesn't want to give him such a chance, he's simply a fool.

But when I was angry, I couldn't yell at him, so I had to say patiently: "I can not only bring you into the association, but also make you a platinum member of the chamber of commerce. How about it? Think about it!"

"Not interested." Lin Baole decisively refused, mainly because he was really not interested.

"You..." Cao Jia was choked and didn't know what to say.

"Down Group was fooled and signed a fake contract with your group. I asked to turn the fake contract into a real contract, otherwise, there would be no negotiation."

Lin Baole hung up his phone after he finished speaking.

"Lin Baole, wait for me." Cao Jia was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

At the same time, President Wang Qingshu, with some valuables, entered a hospital.

"Brother, can you be in good health these two days?" In the senior ward, Wang Qingshu looked at Zhao Wenli on the hospital bed, and a look of worry flashed across his face.

Like him, Zhao Wenli is the president of Huannan Business Association.

But Zhao Wenli's qualifications are older than him and another president, who is the founder of Huannan Business Association.

"Qingshu is here, sit down." Zhao Wenli, who is nearly a hundred years old, struggled to sit up. Wang Qingshu hurried forward, "Brother, you don't have to get up."

"Oh!" Zhao Wenli sighed, waved his hand weakly, signaling the doctor and his family to go out by guarding the ward.

After everyone left, Zhao Wenli, who was covered in white hair, continued: "If I could meet him, maybe I could live a few more years."

This is not the first time Zhao Wenli mentioned this matter. Wang Qingshu frowned slightly, "Brother, who is that person? I can help you find him."

"You can't find his head but not his tail when you see it. Even if you can find him, you can't ask for it. We are not qualified to ask him for things. Although we are strong in Shang, we are just ants in front of him."

Zhao Wenli looked at the ceiling and fell into memories, "If I hadn't met him, I would have died at the age of 30; if I hadn't met him, I wouldn't have had the Huannan Chamber of Commerce. His abilities were almost demonic."

"Remember..." Zhao Wenli withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Qingshu, "He is a respectful person of the Huannan Chamber of Commerce. If you have the opportunity to see him, you must be respectful to him. His name is...Lin Baole."

"Lin Baole?"

Wang Qingshu's eyes widened in an instant.

Before, Meng Xuemin called and said that it seemed to be Lin Baole, who was imprisoned by Lin Baole.

When Zhao Wenli was surprised when he saw Wang Qingshu, he couldn't help asking, "Have you heard of him?"

"Just just now, Meng Xuemin, who was mixed with Cao Jia, called and said that he was imprisoned by a man named Lin Baole. Maybe... it's a duplicate name!" Wang Qingshu guessed that it was mostly duplicate name, so how could such an existence appear in the small land of Qingzhou?

Zhao Wenli, who was lying on the hospital bed, sat up. "Go to my house immediately, and worship his paintings, paintings... like it!"

Zhao Wenli, who was nearly a hundred years old, had his head sank and closed his eyes.

"Brother, brother..." Wang Qingshu hurriedly called out a few times but he agreed. After a little investigation, he almost sat on the ground in shock.

Zhao Wenli, he actually didn't breathe anymore.

"Doctor, doctor..."

After Wang Qingshu called the doctor and nurse, everyone began to rescue him.

After working hard for more than an hour, a doctor of medicine finally said helplessly to Zhao Wenli's family: "Sorry, he is brain dead."

"Impossible, you are saving him, please." Zhao Wenli's son, who was in his fifties, seemed to be almost kneeling down to the doctor.

The doctor's face flashed with helplessness, "Mr. Zhao, let's be sad!"

Zhao Wenli lived to be 98 years old and exhausted all his energy. Even doctors and doctors were unable to make up for the truth.
Chapter completed!