There were a group of followers standing in front of him, one by one, with his head down, looking scared.
Du Kaian looked at Du Kairong in awe and whispered:
"Second brother, what should I do now? The matter has been broken, we...!"
"Shut up!"
Du Kairong turned his head and stared at Du Kaian with a ferocious expression:
"Can we blame us? I almost died in the hands of that...bastard."
Du Kaian whispered:
"Even the person invited by grandpa is not his opponent. If we stay here, aren't we looking for death? Second brother, let's go. Do you still want to avenge that dead ghost? Are you... really with those worshipers...!
”
This sentence was like stabbing Du Kairong in the heart, and he shouted angrily:
"San, shut your stinky mouth!"
Du Kairong could not tell Du Kaian that the dead master was enough to destroy the Du family.
Now it’s not that he doesn’t want to go back, but he doesn’t dare.
Because, he had no way to explain to his grandfather.
You know, this matter was not his turn, he fought for it.
Now that things have been done, what will happen if he goes back?
And in the end, Su Mu's words scared him even more.
Brother Xiaomu five years ago.
That person is the nightmare of the Du family.
If this news spread, it would 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 be destroyed.
Now, An Haimei, the illegitimate daughter of the Du family, is getting involved with Su Mu again, and behind this, it is inevitable that people will have a lot of imagination.
He, Du Kairong, is an ambitious person.
He was unwilling to be trampled by his elder brother.
He also wanted to sit on the throne of the Lord of the Qingmen.
Even the position of the head of the Du family.
Therefore, this matter must be discussed in the long run.
If it fails, run back and fight for a heir.
But now, Qingcheng Entertainment has completely turned public opinion overnight, and even the media he spent money and relationships to deal with have become rats crossing the street. If he hadn't kept the back in advance, even he would have been involved.
.
This is the real reason for his anger.
It was obviously a matter of being able to capture it, but it turned out to be like this.
This peat is not embarrassing.
It's a shameful person.
Du Kaian glanced at him and said tentatively:
"Second brother, why not...we...!"
A trace of cruelty flashed in Du Kairong's eyes.
He suddenly sneered, waved his hand in disgust and said:
"Gonggui, third brother, take them all back to the Demon City! Don't stay here, a group of things that are not enough to make trouble, get out of the way."
Du Kaian 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 and stayed alone for a long time.
Why is this happening?
When Du Kairong remembered that this happened, he looked ferocious.
He felt regret in his heart.
How great would it be if I didn't show up at the beginning.
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 out.
"I promised you the terms, but I want to see your sincerity,"
A faint voice came from the other end of the phone:
"You finally figured it out, haha, this is not a problem at all. Is your elder brother's neck considered sincerity?"
“…!”
Du Kairong's goosebumps suddenly fell all over the floor.
"Okay, one of your two guards died."
There was another chuckle on the other end of the phone:
"It's okay, it's just a guard. I'm very optimistic about you, don't let me down."
Du Kairong gritted his teeth:
"I won't."
When Du Kairong called, Su Mu came out of Ye's company and got into a taxi.
After wandering around aimlessly for more than half an hour, he changed to another taxi in a blind spot of surveillance.
More than twenty minutes later, he got off in the underground parking lot of a building.
He also waited for about ten minutes in the surveillance corner of the parking lot, and an ordinary black Passat sedan slowly stopped in front of him.
Su Mu opened the rear door and got into the car quickly.
Black Passat slowly drove out of the parking lot again.
The person driving was an extremely ordinary middle-aged man with a dark face and an ordinary look, but his eyes were so sharp that it made people dare not look directly at him.
He didn't talk to Su Mu, but just nodded.
Passat car slowly drove to the old city of Dongyang, and then drove into a bungalow area.
This bungalow area is basically all elderly people living in, and it is quite deserted. It is rare to see someone on the road every day.
Black Passat stopped at the entrance of an alley.
Su Mu got out of the car and went straight into the alley.
A few minutes later, he appeared in a slightly dilapidated courtyard.
This courtyard is extremely ordinary from the outside, and it is completely a large courtyard.
Through the front hall, patio, and all the way to the backyard.
Su Mu was stunned.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After confirming that he was not dazzled, he rushed forward happily.
While running, complaining:
"Uncle, if you don't take you like this, I just want to see you. Didn't you scare me?"
Then he licked his face again, smiling so hard that his face was full of laughter, and his chrysanthemums were blooming, and the old man sat on a cushion was nodded and bowed:
"Grandpa, grandson kowtowed to you."
The old man was tall and gray, and looked at him with a cold face and smiled, exuding a sense of arrogance all over his body.
Wang Changhe was making tea and ignored Su Mu at all.
There is a short tea table on the grass, and a set of dark purple clay tea sets are placed on the tea table. A ray of fragrance echoes in the air, and I feel drunk when I smell it.
Who would have thought that Su Yunkai would secretly leave Beijing and come to Dongyang?
Not to mention others, Su Mu would never have thought of it.
Old man, just have fun.
After kneeling down and kowtowed, Su Mu then sat opposite Su Yunkai with a smile. He grabbed the teacup without hesitation and poured himself a cup of tea.
Drink it dry in one sip.
Then he sighed with an intoxicated look on his face:
"Three hundred thousand, gone."
This top-quality Dahongpao, produced on six thousand-year-old ancient trees in Wuyi in Southeast, has not much annual output and is also classified into grades.
Su Yunkai's level naturally needs to drink the highest level.
If you really want to talk about money, a gram of tea is 300,000.
And this is the friendship price.
People who can really get this kind of tea will never sell it.
Three hundred thousand?
One million gram will never be sold.
This is not a matter of money, it is a matter of status and energy.
Therefore, the preciousness of this thing can be imagined.
But even Su Yunkai would not drink this kind of tea as boiling water every day.
The total output of this kind of tea is only more than 100 kilograms per year. If he divides it into his hands, it would be nice to have more than 10 kilograms of it.