In the Tao Zhu Building, there is a long way to go. After Hu Buxi and others saw Fan Buchou, they left here with dejected faces.

They were closely guarded by a team of people, but not all of them were their own. Most of them were assigned by Fan Buchou. His intention was obvious, and he wanted them to rest at home for a while.

Fan Buchou did not directly divest too many of their industries, but he took away some of the backbone of their many business channels.

The remaining businesses still seem to be huge, but in fact, as long as the people who control the backbone want to attack them, they can break their capital chain on the spot. Many of the transformation warriors and gunmen under their command have also been transferred and dispersed.

Rearrange it everywhere.

The tall building is majestic, and the glass curtain walls are cleaned regularly every week, making them clean and transparent.

Fan Buchou sat on the office chair and said quietly: "This matter has been concluded here. It is up to you to handle Yun Youbai's posthumous affairs. It doesn't have to be too grand, but don't lose face either.

."

Liu Jingtang stood opposite the desk, quite a distance away from Fan Buchou, and nodded expressionlessly.

Fan Buchou added: "I heard that the winner was determined so quickly this time because Min Zhi recruited a new young man named Guan Luoyang. You met him once, and I heard that we even exchanged a move.

, what’s your impression?”

"I just had a hasty encounter with him, not a fight. In fact, by the time I got there, it was already too late."

Liu Jingtang's expression moved slightly and he said, "As for your impression of him... What is the origin of this person?"

Liu Jingtang has lived in seclusion these years. Except for people like Fan Buchou who come to see him, he rarely takes the initiative to care about outside affairs. Guan Luoyang's fame only rose in the past month or two.

It didn't really reach his ears.

Fan Buchou seemed to have expected it, and said: "What is his origin, will it have a great impact on the evaluation you give?"

Liu Jingtang's expression remained unchanged and he said indifferently: "If he is alone and has taken refuge under Min Zhi, then I want your permission to ask Min Zhi to set up a trap and send me men to ambush him immediately."

Fan Buchou asked curiously: "Why, just because he killed him in vain? You should know that this matter was Min Zhi's intention. Tracing it to the source can be regarded as my instruction."

Liu Jingtang shook his head: "That's not entirely the reason, it's just because he is too sharp, and Minzhi, although he has read a lot, is still immature and cannot control him."

Fan Buchou nodded, took a folder and gently threw it to Liu Jingtang, saying: "He can't be regarded as seeking refuge alone. This young man also has ambitions and greed. He first rose to power among the lower-level gangs.

, and then used wind and thunder to annex the four directions, and also pulled out Yandu's hand, and then entered Minzhi's field of vision."

Liu Jingtang looked through the information and frowned slightly.

"Oh, no one can predict where Gujue's sword will strike, but once he has ambition, power, and subordinates, his shortcomings will become more and more numerous. This person is not as dangerous as you think."

Fan Buchou was confident and said jokingly, "Besides, although I delegate power, I am not dead after all. Even if Min Zhi is not good enough, how many years do you think I can suppress him?"

Liu Jingtang closed the document and said: "Judging from this information about his style and purpose, the Tao Zhu Group can indeed suppress him and even control him, but I still want to say that you'd better include the plan to kill him.

While filing, make thorough preparations.”

Fan Buchou's smile faded a little: "How to say?"

"You haven't found out his exact origins yet, but one thing is obvious: he is young enough."

There was a hint of reminiscence in Liu Jingtang's eyes, and his slightly green eyebrows were actually not much older than Fan Minzhi's. "He can kill Yun Laoer right now. Needless to say, who can guess a genius 100%?"

The rate of progress?”

"At that time, the old lady Xitan of the Black Spire Society also thought that she could control Yandu. However, when Yandu was twenty-seven years old, he killed her and successfully rose to power. A lesson learned from the past can serve as a guide for future generations."

Fan Buchou showed a thoughtful expression, nodded slightly, and said: "It makes sense, I will consider it carefully. Well, you go ahead and do your work."

Liu Jingtang put the documents on the table and left. His low-heeled black leather boots made only a light sound when he stepped on the office floor, leaving no trace of dirt.

Fan Buchou looked at the floors he had stepped on, and when he looked away, he could see a few lines of wet and muddy footprints next to them.

It rained outside for a while, and Fan Buchou was sitting here, hearing the sound of rain hitting the glass. When Gu Daoyuan and Hu Buxi came, their bodies were still wet, and there was still mud and water from Bukit Slope under their feet.

None of them had a chance to change clothes, but Liu Jingtang's body was already dry.

Click!!

The door of the office was closed, and Liu Jingtang left.

Fan Buchou's eyes flickered and he murmured to himself: "You mean that the Tao Zhu Group can defeat Luoyang, not me, haha. If a genius with outstanding military skills cannot be controlled, how can you be?

Where is my son-in-law?"

If in this era when true spirit machines are gradually becoming the mainstream of high-end products, if a genius with outstanding military skills cannot be controlled, then if Min Zhi really comes to that critical moment in the future, who will he rely on to balance his brother-in-law?

Fan Buchou picked up the dedicated phone on his desk and gave some instructions to the secretary he arranged next to Fan Minzhi.

"Continue to investigate his origins, find out if he has any relatives or friends...and then carefully explore his hobbies, power, reputation, women...control his contact with talents in reconstructive surgery, especially the experts related to bionic machinery...

…”

"In addition, find someone to estimate the data of the world's top bionic machinery. If it goes through these battles since Guan Luoyang's debut, how much damage will it have..."

In twenty minutes, Fan Buchou gave instructions on nearly thirty things. In addition to the part about Guan Luoyang, there were also some words about Fan Minzhi and Lang Feiyan, which he asked his secretary to convey.

After putting down the phone, Fan Buchou intertwined the fingers of his hands and placed them on his abdomen. He leaned his upper body back comfortably, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

"At least, this Guan Luoyang is greedier than you..."

………………

The day after killing Yun Youbai, Guan Luoyang heard bad news as soon as he came out of the basement.

"President, the expert we contacted before was having too much fun two days ago and injured his hand. He will not be able to perform high-intensity mechanical modification surgery for at least fifty days."

Guan Luoyang said displeased: "Didn't you contact a whole hospital before? He is the only one in the whole hospital who can do this kind of surgery?"

Lao An was also helpless: "In a mechanical modification surgery, there is only one surgeon, but there are twenty or thirty assistants. These people are not ordinary talents. It is great for a hospital to have such a team, otherwise it will be worthless

Why is it so high?"

He added, "With our current scale, we can actually talk to other companies in Singapore and Malaysia, but they are all fully booked and will have to wait until two months at the earliest."

Guan Luoyang was keenly aware that something was not right, but if this matter was really deliberately targeted by someone, what would be the next move?

Is it possible to send him a group of reformed warriors and insert them into the Shenzhou Jieyi Society?

Because of such doubts, Guan Luoyang was not surprised at all when he received a call from Lang Feiyan a few hours later.

"...Haha, Director Lang is really well informed. This is indeed what happened."

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't add any sand to your situation. We are all serious business people."

Lang Feiyan smiled and said, "But sister, I have invested in some clinics and hospitals privately. Dr. Song's fall has also had some impact on my income. I checked him and found your appointment."

Guan Luoyang made a nasal noise and seemed to be slightly enlightened: "Director Lang is very well-connected in this area?"

"That's a bit of a problem. Why are you so anxious to transform your subordinates?"

There was the sound of flipping paper from Lang Feiyan's side. After a moment, he said, "It's not impossible. I can help you make an appointment for next month, but the number of people may be a bit limited. How about five first?"

Guan Luoyang smiled and said: "Five is fine, the main reason is that my hands are too shabby now. If I have five, I can at least fill up the scene."

Lang Feiyan smiled and said: "Okay, Minzhi sent someone to discuss some of Yun Laoer's business with you. I will add this item to them. When the time comes, you will have someone under your command to talk to them in detail."

After Guan Luoyang thanked him, he hung up the phone with a sneer on his face.

In the days that followed, Shenzhou Jieyi Club fell into a busy and fulfilling life. Their business and manpower expanded again. After gaining enough fame, there was an endless stream of people coming to apply for jobs.

There are many young and middle-aged elites with great talents and experience who have jumped directly from their original industries to come here.

The market they occupy is large enough, but the original manpower is simply too busy. When many people come to apply for jobs, they aim for management positions.

With Lao An's talents, it is enough for him to be busy with his own accounting work, but his understanding of other aspects is definitely not an expert, and he cannot even make an accurate assessment of their abilities.

It was Guan Luoyang who came forward and directly borrowed a group of interviewers from Tao Zhu Group from Fan Minzhi and others.

Guan Luoyang doesn't care how many of these people are sincerely looking for a job, and how many are just working as nails under the instructions of others. What he cares about is whether the backgrounds of these people can be considered clean.

In Singapore and Macao, it is a common phenomenon to have dealt with gangs. This cannot be used as a criterion for recruiting people.

The so-called cleanness means that the bottom line is set to a very low level, and it only requires that they have not committed any crime that would carry a severe sentence.

The investigation and research in this area must of course be completed by a group of people that Guan Luoyang trusts more, but in fact, such a high-profile investigation into the financial background of a large number of people is also to cover up some small actions.

In those dark corners, some records that have been regarded as old events, that people have taken for granted, turn a blind eye to, have been dealt with, and no longer care about, are summarized in Guan Luoyang's hands.

Cold basement, zero degrees Celsius temperature.

On the short bed, Guan Luoyang flipped through the printed materials, stale newspapers, and scrapped files one by one.

Shocking and bloody incidents, one after another, are displayed on the typewritten paper, and someone even once filled in the handwriting with a ballpoint pen.

There is a self-narration of a young woman in it.

That was five or six years ago. Her father, because he published a report on the trading of human organs, wanted to ask for some justice from those who lost their lives out of ignorance and were even forced to have their organs harvested. The result was that

Targeted by gang members.

Thorns made of steel wire tied up her father's body. A child in his early ten years cut open her father's belly with a knife on the dirty concrete shore, letting the hot blood flow into the seawater, and then drove her

The father ran in the direction of his home.

This incident was regarded by the leader of the gang as a random choice to train his son.

All of this was filmed on a videotape and sent to her home. Just reading the words, one can imagine her heart-breaking grief and rage.

Such a cruel tragedy was enough for her to take any action.
To be continued...