There were three people sitting in the Chen family's living room. Zhu Tong glanced around and saw that there was no one he wanted to see.

"Director Chen is upstairs, I'll go report."

The young man who brought Zhu Tong in arranged for him to sit down and went upstairs along the stairs in the corner.

"What's your last name?" The person sitting on Zhu Tong's right hand handed him a cigarette.

"Thank you, my surname is Li." Zhu Tong held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, took out the silver ZIPPO lighter, and opened it with a "pop!"

Blue flames floated up, and Zhu Tong moved the ZIPPO in front of the other party: "How long have you been waiting?"

"We are waiting for you, Mr. Li." The man lit his cigarette with a lighter. Seeing Zhu Tong also lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff, he said, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be so young. You------.

"He fell crookedly, his cigarette slipped, and was caught by Zhu Tong.

"It would be a pity to waste such a good thing."

Zhu Tong stood up, holding a lit cigarette in each hand: "I came to see Director Chen to discuss business. There is no malicious intention. You should not plot against me after meeting."

One of the three people in the living room has fallen down, and the other two have stood up and come over.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhu Tong could see that these three people had martial arts skills; this meant that Director Chen wanted to give him a show of authority.

There was poison in that cigarette, but in front of the Zhu disciples, such things were of no use at all; after Zhu Tong knocked down one of them with a more powerful hallucinogen, he made a gesture to warn: "Don't force me to take action.

.”

However, the other party was only a martial arts practitioner, not a member of the martial arts world. He did not understand what Zhu Tong meant, so he rubbed his hands and laughed: "Since Mr. Li dares to come, you must think of the consequences."

Two fists came with a roaring wind, and Zhu Tong took two steps back to avoid it, his expression relaxed; they were just Sanda masters, and in Zhu Tong's view, such skills were ordinary.

"If you don't listen to my advice, you can't blame me. You're asking for it."

Zhu Tong popped out two cigarettes, and the flying sparks covered their faces; they lowered their heads, their movements were clean and neat, it seemed that they had deliberately practiced the art of combining attacks, and their legs swept over again.

This time Zhu Tong didn't dodge anymore and went straight forward.

In an instant, Zhu Tong stepped into the narrow gap and moved between the two of them. Almost with his eyesight, his body moved into the expected position.

Zhu Tong himself was also frightened. He had already tried his best to receive a kick, but he didn't expect that his body was now as light as a butterfly. If he had such skill when facing Razor Zhang, he would not have been hit by the knife.

But he didn't have time to think about it at this time. Silver light flashed in his hand, and two silver needles stabbed in and out continuously, then stopped when they clicked.

The young man who went in to report shouted on the stairs: "Mr. Li, please show mercy."

It was too late. The two free fighting masters who were very powerful just now were paralyzed on the floor of the living room, twitching silently. Zhu Tong had already sat back in his original seat, looked at the bright black pistol in the young man's hand, and said nonchalantly: "

They forced me, can I see Director Chen now?"

"Follow me and leave your bag there." The young man put away the gun and swung a metal rod around Zhu Tong before taking him upstairs, turned the last corner, and looked back with a smile: "You are very good.

That's awesome, but you have to be careful what you say, Director Chen has a bad temper."

"Everyone has a bad temper, but you seem to have a good temper." Zhu Tong handed him four silver needles: "I'm here to discuss business, and this is my sincerity."

After taking the silver needle, the young man opened a door and said, "Come in, what do you want to drink? Tea or coffee."

"Baishui." Zhu Tong nodded and entered the heavy wooden door.

The smell of sandalwood floats in the room. There are dense pine trees outside the window. Two beams of sunlight shine through the pine branches and shine on the book table in the middle.

There is a Buddha statue on the north wall, and in the center is a pure gold statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, enjoying three pillars of purple incense with kind eyes.

Beside the book desk is an old man with a slender expression and a very imposing manner, writing quickly.

Under the Buddha statue, a monk in plain clothes sat on the ground, closing his eyes and chanting Buddhist scriptures softly.

"Are you Li Zaihao, Vice Chairman of Wanghai Company? Sit down."

The old man raised his head and glanced at Zhu Tong, then dipped his ink into it and continued to paint. The young man walked in, put down a glass of water on the coffee table next to Zhu Tong, and quietly left.

"Someone is investigating me these days, and it seems it's you. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I should ask this question. Director Chen has forced our Wanghai Company to a dead end. What do you want?" Zhu Tong used money tactics to collect all the other party's information in the past two days without any cover-up. Director Chen

As a target person, having been operating locally for so many years, it’s strange that I don’t feel this.

"Amitabha, you two are chatting slowly. The poor monk will leave first." The plain-clothed monk stood up, glanced at Zhu Tong with a flash of eyes, and saluted with one palm: "Almsgiver Li, please forgive me if you can, layman Chen and

I am destined to do so, so please show me your noble hand. There is no place where I can thank you."

"Master Wuwu? It's easy to say. I just met Monk Wuxu a few days ago. I didn't expect that Buddhist disciples have ruthless traces everywhere." Zhu Tong felt that it was extremely ridiculous. Why did he meet a monk with a first-class Golden Buddha again? Wu

Monk Chu also recognized Zhu Tong, and he asked Zhu Tong not to embarrass Director Chen too much; Zhu Tong agreed with a gesture, but he was not sure he could beat such a master.

"Junior Brother Wu Qing? He is preaching Buddhism in South China and saving all sentient beings. You will meet." Wu Bu's face turned yellowish, he nodded and said Buddha, and drifted away.

Zhu Tong secretly thought: There really is a monk named Wuqing, no matter how you look at it, it is the name of a killer.

After the exchange between the two people in the world was completed, Monk Nowhere sold it to Zhu Tong to save face, and made it clear that he would not get involved in this matter.

Director Chen then put down his brush and looked at Zhu Tong: "What is your name? What is your origin? It is not an ordinary person who can make Master Wuwu avoid you."

"Who I am is not important to Director Chen. My name is self-named. My name is "Shangxi", "Xi" refers to the setting sun, which is close to the underworld and cannot be seen in the dark, so I name myself by my mouth. The meaning is that after dusk, the sky becomes dark and people cannot interact with each other.

Once we got to know each other, we called them by their respective codes, that is, their names.”

Zhu Tong stood up and walked behind the desk, looked at the banner written by Director Chen, grabbed the jade seal next to it, and pressed it on the lower right corner with a "Bang!"

"Director Chen has a good name. He is a wealthy man at first glance. The Chen family will prosper in your hands. A hundred years from now, your descendants will remember your name. Unlike us, we are destined to be unknown."

Director Chen finally sat down face to face with Zhu Tong. In the eyes of the little liar, today's business was done.

Monk Nowhere's departure has proven his worth, which saves a lot of things. Director Chen doesn't dare to play any more tricks. However, he doesn't like this. To be precise, he doesn't want to owe Monk Nowhere this favor.

But the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes, and no one can say what will happen if the mountains and rivers do not change.

"What does Mr. Li want to talk to me about? If our Chen family can help, we will not refuse." Director Chen put on a magnanimous look and wished Tong liked it.

"As the vice chairman of Wanghai Company, I want to give 30% of Wanghai Company's shares to Director Chen for free. This is the purpose of my coming."

"Free?" Director Chen was not surprised: "Nothing is free in the world; Wanghai Company is a big company, and 30% of the shares is a lot of money. I want to know what you want? In the face of such huge interests, if you want

To pay the price, I have to confirm your requirements first, and then consider whether I should pay the price."

"There are no requirements, as long as you accept it." Zhu Tong looked at Director Chen calmly.

"You really didn't ask for it?"

"There is really no requirement. Director Chen is a sensible person. As long as the Chen family is satisfied with owning 30% of Wanghai Company's shares, we will all be happy. Wanghai Company's pharmaceutical factory project that is about to be launched also needs your strong support."

Zhu Tong took Director Chen's finger, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured some on it, and spread it evenly. He walked to the Buddha statue, pulled out sandalwood, and pressed it on Director Chen's finger.

"This is Wanghai Pharmaceutical's flagship product. It can repel insects, ward off evil spirits, and block flames. Director Chen should be able to see its future."

Director Chen saw the colorful sparks flashing on his fingers, took the sandalwood and touched it on the back of his palm, and exclaimed in surprise: "Hey! Why is this?"

"This is our secret medicine. It not only protects the body, but also has miraculous effects on snake venom." Zhu Tong put away the porcelain bottle; "Wanghai Pharmaceutical is another industry of Wanghai Company. In the face of the local real estate downturn, this product is launched.

Impatient. Director Chen has more experience than us. He should understand that it is very dangerous to pile eggs in one basket, and he should also know that everyone has to make money. Team spirit is popular in the world now, and Wanghai Company’s ideal is

To become a century-old enterprise, we know that doing business in China requires the help of noble people, so we invite you to join. Everyone just needs to make it clear that Wanghai Company is not a farmer, and the Chen family is not a snake."

Director Chen thought about it, looked at Zhu Tong, and finally nodded: "Okay, I accept it. The Chen family will only hold 30% of the shares of Wanghai Company. We have other businesses and are not very greedy. We can

Use a literal thing to fix this point, so that it will be a constraint for the descendants of the Chen family. I believe in the future of Wanghai Company."

Zhu Tong shook his head: "Director Chen is very thoughtful, but I don't believe that such a thing is of any use; even strict laws can be interpreted by others to have multiple meanings. It can be seen that in word games, strength must speak for itself in the end."

For politicians, this is enough talk; Zhu Tong showed strong self-confidence and aggressiveness. This is not a threat, but self-protection.

Director Chen is a sensible person. He thought for a moment and asked, "Does Mr. Li believe in Buddhism?"

"I am the Buddha." Zhu Tong pointed to the golden Buddha statue, and then pointed to himself and Director Chen; "It is just gold, not a Buddha. You are also a Buddha because you are rich and powerful."

"Hahahaha." Director Chen laughed heartily: "You are a very interesting young man. Okay, okay, there is no problem between us."

"There is still a problem." Zhu Tong took a cup and drank water.

"Oh, please tell me." Director Chen also picked up the cup and drank tea.

"I hope that for the future of Wanghai, all the money entering Wanghai must come from a legitimate source."

Zhu Tong's request was a warning to Director Chen not to use Wanghai as a tool for money laundering. Even if he wanted to launder money, he had to find an appropriate excuse first.

Director Chen did not speak, and the expression on his face did not change, but Zhu Tong still felt heavy pressure, or momentum.

"Director Chen likes calligraphy. I'll make a fool of myself by writing a character."

Zhu Tong stood in front of the writing desk, spread out a piece of rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, waved his hand and wrote a big word "qi".

"That's right; it's rare to see such majestic characters. Mr. Li, your calligraphy is at least in the realm of Dacheng. Well, young man, although this request is difficult to handle, I agree; Wanghai will have a bright future.

"

After all, Chen Chengren is a person who believes in strength. The character "qi" written by Zhu Tong is second to none. He can feel the goodwill contained in this word and the grand background hidden behind it.

"Thank you, Director Chen. I'll take my leave then. The share transfer document is in the purse downstairs." Zhu Tong drank some water and stood up; "If Director Chen copies the word Jiubian every day, you will live a long life."

"Very good, I believe Wanghai Company will achieve great development soon."

Director Chen glanced at the desk and when he sent Zhu Tong to the door, he said again: "Mr. Li, I hope you can serve as the general manager of Wanghai Company."

"Yu Lan may not be a good helmsman, but she is a competent manager, and we trust her. Director Chen, I am destined to leave. It would be too unqualified for Mr. Ling to be the mayor there."
To be continued...