A group of followers stood in front of him, each with his head lowered and a look of fear on his face.
Du Kai'an glanced at Du Kairong in awe and whispered:
"Second brother, what should we do now? Things have gone wrong, we...!"
"Shut up!"
Du Kairong turned his head and stared at Du Kai'an with a ferocious expression:
"Can you blame us? I almost died at the hands of that...bastard."
Du Kai'an whispered:
"Even the people invited by grandpa are no match for him. If we stay here, aren't we looking for death? Second brother, let's go. Do you still want to avenge that dead ghost? Could it be that you...really and those worshippers...!"
"
This sentence was like a stab in Du Kairong's heart, and he roared angrily:
"Third brother, shut your stinky mouth!"
It was impossible for Du Kairong to tell Du Kai'an that the dead master was enough to wipe out the Du family.
Now it's not that he doesn't want to go back, but he just doesn't dare.
Because there was no way he could explain it to his grandfather.
You know, this matter was not his turn originally, but he fought hard and fought for it.
Now that things have gone wrong, what will happen if he goes back?
And what Su Mu said at the end frightened him even more.
Brother Xiao Mu five years ago.
That person is the Du family's nightmare.
If this news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar within the Du family and even the entire Qingmen.
This can even trigger a series of chain reactions.
The Du family might really be ruined.
Now, An Haimei, the illegitimate daughter of the Du family, is involved with Su Mu again. Behind this, it is inevitable that people will speculate.
He, Du Kairong, is an ambitious man.
He is not willing to be stepped on by his elder brother.
He also wants to sit on the throne of the Lord of Qingmen.
Even the position of the head of the Du family.
Therefore, this matter must be considered in the long term.
If you fail, just run back and fight for the heir.
But now, Qingcheng Entertainment's public opinion has completely changed overnight. Even the media that he spent money and relationships with have all turned into street rats. If he hadn't left a backup plan in advance, now even he would be implicated.
.
This was the real reason for his rage.
It was obviously something that was easy to grasp, but it turned out like this.
This peat is simply not a shame.
It's so embarrassing.
Du Kai'an glanced at him and said tentatively:
"Second brother, why not... us...!"
A trace of cruelty flashed in Du Kairong's eyes.
He suddenly sneered, waved his hands in disgust, and said:
"Go, go, third brother, take them all and go back to the devil's capital! Don't leave any of them here. This is a bunch of people who can't accomplish anything but are more likely to fail. Let's all go away."
Du Kai'an gritted his teeth, looked gloomy, and immediately turned around and retreated with a group of people.
In the huge room, Du Kairong stood there alone in a daze for a long time.
Why is this happening?
Du Kairong had a ferocious look on his face when he thought of how this incident had turned out.
There was another feeling of regret in his heart.
How much better it would have been if I hadn't shown up in the first place.
He suddenly sneered and shook his head.
"Su Mu! I want to see who you are!"
He slowly took out the phone from his body, stared at the phone for ten seconds, and then made a call.
"I agree to your conditions, but I want to see your sincerity,"
A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone:
"You finally figured it out. Haha, this is not a problem at all. Does the head on your brother's neck count as sincerity?"
"...!"
Du Kairong suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.
"Okay, one of your two guards is dead."
There was another chuckle on the other end of the phone:
"It doesn't matter, you're just a guard. I'm very optimistic about you, don't let me down."
Du Kairong gritted his teeth:
"I will not."
While Du Kairong was on the phone, Su Mu came out of Ye's company and got into a taxi.
After wandering aimlessly for more than half an hour, he changed to another taxi at a blind spot under surveillance.
More than twenty minutes later, he got off the car in the underground parking lot of a building.
Also in the surveillance blind corner of the parking lot, he waited for about ten minutes before an ordinary black Passat slowly stopped in front of him.
Su Mu opened the rear door and quickly got in the car.
The black Passat slowly drove out of the parking lot.
The driver was an extremely ordinary middle-aged man, with a dark face and ordinary appearance. But his eyes were so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.
He didn't speak to Su Mu, he just nodded.
The Passat drove slowly towards the old town of Dongyang, and then drove into an area of bungalows.
This bungalow area is mostly inhabited by elderly people and is quite deserted. It is rare to see anyone on the road in a day.
The black Passat stopped at the entrance of an alley.
Su Mu got out of the car and entered the alley directly.
A few minutes later, he appeared in a slightly dilapidated courtyard house.
From the outside, this courtyard looks very ordinary, just like a large courtyard.
Go through the front hall, patio, and all the way to the backyard.
Su Mu was immediately dumbfounded.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after making sure he was not dazzled, he rushed forward.
While running, I complained:
"Uncle, I don't want to take you like this. I just want to see you. Aren't you scaring me?"
Then he licked his face again, smiling with his assholes blooming, and nodded and bowed to the old man sitting on a futon solemnly:
"Grandpa, my grandson kowtows to you."
The old man was tall and had gray hair. He looked at him with a cold face, half-smiling, and exuded an aura of looking down on the world.
Wang Changhe was making tea and ignored Su Mu at all.
There is a low coffee table on the grass, and a dark purple clay tea set is placed on the coffee table. A wisp of fragrance reverberates in the air, making you feel drunk.
Who would have thought that Su Yunkai would secretly leave Beijing and come to Dongyang?
Not to mention other people, Su Mu couldn't even think of it.
Old man, have fun and have fun.
After kneeling down and kowtowing in a proper manner, Su Mu sat down opposite Su Yunkai with a smile, grabbed the teacup unceremoniously, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Then he sighed intoxicatedly:
"Three hundred thousand, gone."
This top-quality Dahongpao produced on six thousand-year-old ancient trees in Wuyi County in the southeast has only a small output in a year, and it is also divided into grades.
Su Yunkai, of this level, naturally wants to drink the highest level.
In terms of money, one gram of tea of this grade costs three hundred thousand.
And this is a friendly price.
Anyone who can really get this kind of tea will never sell it.
Three hundred thousand?
One million and one gram will definitely not be sold.
This is not a question of money, this is a question of status and energy, okay?
Therefore, one can imagine how precious this thing is.
But even Su Yunkai would not drink this tea as boiled water every day.
The total annual output of this kind of tea is only more than a hundred kilograms. If it is divided into his hands, it would be good if he can get more than ten kilograms.