"Don't look at me. Yilan said that only the eldest sister and Zhu Tong have the right to decide the investment in Donghai, and only they know the account password. If you think about it carefully, have you forgotten something?"
Lan Zhanjiang picked up the crystal wine glass, swayed the dark red wine, and took a few breaths under his lips.
"Wine has the aroma of aging; but the older the wine, the better it is. The one who can do it just right is the wine master. At least this sentence is the truth. There is no truth in the world, only rules, and there is no need for truth in the world. Donghai Investment
It belongs to the entire Jianghu, and only it has the right to invest in friends in the Jianghu. I say this, is it clear enough?"
"I don't understand." Zhu Tong and Liu Xilan asked this question at the same time.
"In the history of Jianghu, there have always been people who secretly took care of everything for the knights. You know, it is very expensive to maintain the glorious image of a hero. They cannot be robbers, do business, cannot be killers, and cannot accept
The favor of the imperial court; they summon friends to enjoy grudges, indulge in singing and drinking, and laugh proudly to the end of the world. What do they rely on? Since ancient times, the poor were poor in culture and martial arts. It takes a lot of money to cultivate a skilled martial arts, and even more money is needed to act chivalrously and righteously.
"
No one answered the question. Lan Zhanjiang stood up and walked to the window. Outside the blue crystal window, there was the bright Chongqing night.
"In the past, the rivers and lakes needed heroes. They were the banners of the rivers and lakes. The legends of heroes inspired generations of passionate men to join the rivers and lakes. Spending money on them was a good investment. At that time, it had another name, Donghai Investment
The predecessor is it. The people who are in charge of it do not need to have good martial arts. What they need is vision and good popularity. Friends in the world call them Timely Rain. But who knows, it has always been Blue Stone that provided the money. Donghai
The predecessor of investment is Lanjiabao, Bluestone Inn, Bluestone Escort Agency, and Donghai Bank."
Zhu Tong didn't know the past history of the world. For him, it was too far away. As for Lan Zhanjiang's words, he didn't feel surprised when he thought about it carefully. Zhou Banweng is a good example. His heroic legend has remained so far.
It is still circulating in the world and is still affecting the world. Among all Zhou Banweng's legendary stories, it seems that he has never worried about money.
"However, such money cannot be used indiscriminately. Bluestone has learned many painful lessons. Either it funds non-human beings and causes unexpected harm to the world, or it falls into the trap of people with ulterior motives. Money can make a person crazy, and it can make a person crazy.
People do whatever it takes to betray their trust, which is the inherent evil of human beings. Therefore, there are strict rules within Bluestone. I hope Miss Mei understands. If I give you this money personally, it will break the rules. From an investment perspective, Miss Mei, I
I think your plan is too risky; the board of directors of Longbang Investment will not agree to such a risky investment."
After all, it still means the same thing: the 10 million that Mei Lanting needs must go through Donghai Investment.
"Think about it again, think about it carefully, Zhu Tong, Mr. Lan said you knew the password, Sister Liu must have told you, maybe you forgot?" Mei Lanting tightly grabbed Zhu Tong's arm, like grabbing a stick.
A life-saving straw; his whole body was pressed against Zhu Tong's body, and the two soft lumps on his chest stimulated the little liar.
During this period, Zhu Tong almost lived a life of asceticism similar to that of an ascetic. Mei Lanting's stimulation reminded him of the one-night fling the two had had, and of the fiery body under the euphemistic Tsing Yi.
"Miss Mei, I think that's it. I can't think of anything when you're like this." Zhu Tong opened Mei Lanting's fingers and was grabbed by a girl who had practiced kung fu. It was really painful.
"If you want, I'll... pour you some wine." Mei Lanting also found himself losing his composure, but the anxiety on his face was really pitiful.
Zhu Tong drank wine and recalled every contact with Liu Yilan, thinking of bamboo Taoist priests, mushroom rocks...
"Remember?" Mei Lanting noticed Zhu Tong's strangeness and leaned over again.
The relationship between men and women is very strange. After close contact, body movements will be very casual, and women's instinctive protection of sensitive parts will be inadvertently weakened. At this moment, Mei Lanting showed this state.
Lan Zhanjiang and Liu Xilan looked at each other and smiled. Zhu Tong was not so relaxed; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember that Liu Yilan had given him something similar to a password.
"How can it be so easy? I really don't know when she gave me the password. Mr. Lan, if Sister Liu never wakes up, I'm sorry, I mean if that happens, what will happen to Donghai Investment?" Zhu Tong asked.
Liu Xilan smiled apologetically and looked at Lan Zhanjiang attentively. In fact, he had already remembered an uncertain clue.
When the two met for the first time, at the Bund, Zhu Tong regarded Liu Yilan as a lonely woman looking for excitement. After the only intimate contact between the two, Liu Yilan left two counterfeit coins and a business card and left in a hurry.
The numbers on the two counterfeit coins are the same, and the phone number and email address on the business card are all clues. If Liu Yilan gave the password to herself, it should be that time.
Zhu Tong has a very good memory. Although he cannot say that he has never forgotten anything, he can still recall some of the eight strange numbers and the first two letters on the counterfeit currency. At least he remembers that the eight numbers from one to eight are not repeated.
, the first number is seven, and the last three numbers are one, six, and eight, which is very auspicious and easy to remember.
The reason why I asked this was to test whether Lan Zhanjiang was pretending to be confused or if he really had that bad rule.
"If Yilan doesn't wake up, and if you really don't know the password, there is a way."
"What can I do?" Mei Lanting asked nervously.
"He." Lan Zhanjiang pointed at Zhu Tong.
"Me?" "He?" the little liar and Mei Lanting asked at the same time.
"Yes, it's you. If that happens, you can change your password as the executor of Donghai Investment. You only need to follow a procedure."
After Lan Zhanjiang finished speaking, he shook the wine glass in his hand leisurely, as if he was saying a very simple thing.
The room suddenly became quiet. Zhu Tong was twisting the dragon star in his hand and thinking about Lan Zhanjiang's intentions.
Donghai Investment, if it is what he said, it should be...
But, why does such a fat man have to be the executor himself? What does Lan Zhanjiang do?
Could it be related to his own life experience? The old liar is mysterious and refuses to tell the truth. Why is Lan Zhanjiang so persistent in helping him? In terms of friendship, the two of them can be said to be ordinary friends; in comparison, Mei Lanting's relationship with him should be more
Closer, even then, he would not help Mei Lanting.
There is also that strange childhood memory; involving these unknown things, Zhu Tong's mind is getting more and more confused. It is clear that something is coming out, but he just can't catch it and can't see it clearly.
"An investment company with so much money should have a complete financial system, and the financial personnel of Donghai Investment don't know the password?" Zhu Tong continued to test, but his mind became more and more confused.
"Donghai Investment has been stopped for many years. It was an accident. Zhu Tong, if you decide to take over, I will tell you the reason. For the time being, Liu Yilan is responsible for Donghai Investment alone, and all funds are in this account.
Here, the only thing I can do is to provide a suitable manager according to Yilan's requirements. How about it? Have you decided?"
Lan Zhanjiang put down his wine glass, his eyes full of hope.
"Why me? Why? Who am I?" Zhu Tong muttered softly. There was a place beating deep in his brain.
No one answered, so Mei Lanting leaned over again: "You will help me, right?"
"Why? Who am I? Who..." Zhu Tong still murmured, holding his head, and that place began to hurt.
"Because I need this money. The spring auction is about to start. If the money doesn't arrive within a week, the gallery will go bankrupt and our Mei family will lose everything. The Six-Pin Mei Garden..."
"Why? Why me? Who am I?" Zhu Tong's eyes were scattered. Gradually, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. He grabbed the wine glass irritably and poured the full glass of strong liquor into his mouth.
With soft nursery rhymes ringing in his ears, he felt like he was lying in a warm embrace with his mother's vagina in his mouth.
Suddenly, two people came outside the door. They smiled evilly and were talking about something.
Zhu Tong couldn't hear their words, he was still immersed in his mother's arms, and the soft nursery rhymes were still in his ears.
"Shh...; I don't have what you want. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later. The child is still young, don't scare him; be good..."
Strangely, Zhu Tong could hear his mother's words, but couldn't hear what the other party was saying. He couldn't see the two people. His mother held him tightly in her arms, and he could only see a piece of fair skin.
Everything was shaking. Zhu Tong couldn't see anything. He could only feel his mother's embrace, hear the sound of the wind, and smell the smell of blood...
"Zhu Tong, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. I don't want the money anymore, don't do this."
Mei Lanting shook Zhu Tong desperately, and she was frightened. Zhu Tong tore her clothes and everything he could catch like a madman.
This Crystal Hall is the best private room in the Orchid Building. It is spacious and elegant with soft light. Zhu Tong hugged Mei Lanting and rolled on the long corner sofa. His mind was in confusion and he roared like a beast.
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Lan Zhanjiang and Liu Xilan came around, and even with their own strength, they couldn't hold Zhu Tong down. He seemed to have infinite strength, but he just rolled on the sofa and on the floor, as if he was avoiding something.
"No, he's gone crazy. Go and invite him." Lan Zhanjiang barely resisted, while Liu Xilan ran out quickly.
Two minutes later, when she led Zhou Banweng into the crystal hall again, blood oozed from the corners of Lan Zhanjiang's mouth, and his straight suit was torn in pieces; Mei Lanting's love was leaking out, and the clothes on his chest had disappeared.
The girl's delicate vagina was sucked by Zhu Tong.
Mei Lanting did not struggle, but hugged Zhu Tong tightly in his arms; his eyes were blurred and his expression was sad.
"Ban Weng, what do you think is wrong with him? He has just been quiet for a while." Lan Zhanjiang smiled bitterly and rubbed his arms; "Thank you, Miss Mei, he is really awesome; are you drunk?"
"He's so angry. Why did you provoke him?" Zhou Banweng pointed at the Dazhui point on Zhu Tong's back, grabbed Zhu Tong's wrist, and put it down after a long time.
"We were discussing the investment in Donghai, and suddenly he had a seizure without any warning. Xilan can testify, I really didn't say anything." Lan Zhanjiang quickly distanced himself.
"It's nothing, he will be fine after a sleep. Xilan, send him to the guest room, what the hell are you doing? You have made such a good child like this." Zhou Banweng untied Zhu Tong's clothes and saw Zhu Tong's strong body.
There is a terrible hollow in the middle of her chest muscles.