In Muyuan City, in the central Shenling District, there is a huge underground hall underneath the Wildfire Opera House.
There are no electric lights in the hall, but it is extremely bright, because there are countless thick or thin white candles lit here, and the smell of wax is everywhere in the air. Through the light of the candles, you can see a huge sculpture carved on the ceiling of the hall.
Sun pattern.
An old man in a red robe, holding scissors, was trimming the blackened cotton thread on the candle to make the shape of the flame more beautiful.
"Yinghui, the letter has been delivered."
Behind the old man, kneeling was a man in a red suit.
"It has been sent, President." Chu Yinghui nodded, and then couldn't help but ask: "Is it useful to send a letter to him? He may not know about our Liaoyuan Society."
The president shook his head slowly and said confidently: "The Tang family is not an ordinary upstart, but a wealthy family that has been passed down for generations. Tang Xiuyuan has been in contact with us, so he has no reason not to inform his heirs of our existence."
"But do we really need to cooperate with a mere businessman?"
"In Muyuan City, only the Tang family can quietly make all preparations and fulfill God's instructions in the most ideal way. If you want to lift the curtain, reveal the truth, and destroy the hotbed of evil, cooperating with the Tang Corporation is the best choice.
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Chu Yinghui said sinisterly: "What if that kid refuses?"
"Then persuade him properly."
"If persuasion doesn't work..."
"Then bring him here and let him see this sacred brilliance. Then he will definitely agree."
The president put his hands behind his back and left slowly.
Chu Yinghui's face was gloomy and uncertain. The more he got to know Tang Ping, the more he felt a little jealous. How could such a guy have wealth and power that made even the president pay attention to him?
But he...
Click, the door closed, and the president's figure disappeared into the hall.
The light of the candle began to dim, and the holy candle light gradually turned to dark red. The pure white wax oil gradually turned yellow and greasy, and some even had a small piece of skin, nails, or bone fragments on it, which was very disturbing.
The smell of waxy oil in meditation turned into the pungent smell of flesh and blood, which was very nauseating.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still can't get used to this ghost place."
Chu Yinghui shrank her neck, cursed and left.
…
The stars fade away and the morning glow emerges.
Tang Ping got up early today, it will be another busy day.
He had a hasty breakfast, and with the help of the maid, he put on an expensive custom-made suit, made his image perfect, and then drove to a building in the city center.
Although Tang Ping inherited the huge family property, he did not need to take care of it personally, but he had to go to a meeting every once in a while to understand and deal with some situations.
This frequency does not need to be too frequent, but it must be there.
He had been busy all morning, and his head almost swelled into two sizes.
In fact, Tang Ping, who had not been engaged in serious work since he was a child, was not the heir to the Tang family chosen by Tang Xiuyuan. The person who was actually groomed as the heir was Tang He.
But now only Tang Ping is left in the Tang family, so these tasks can only be done by him.
"No, we still have to find a secretary, we have to find a secretary!"
Tang Ping worked very nervously all morning before finishing the things that needed to be dealt with. The last task was to open some letters sent to the company that required him to personally handle and respond to.
He could just read most of the letters and leave them to others to deal with, but there was one letter with a red envelope that stood out.
The letter was sent by the "Liaoyuan Society", saying that it wanted to cooperate with the Tang Group in all aspects and wanted to meet Tang Ping as soon as possible. There was also a sentence at the end of the letter, "Burn after reading."
Tang Ping asked the people around him with questions on his face: "Well... what kind of company is Liaoyuanshe? Have any of you heard of it?"
One of the company executives looked confused: "I've never heard of it. It must be a small, unknown company."
"Small companies talk about comprehensive cooperation, but they don't have any AC numbers in mind?"
Tang Ping casually placed the letter on the pile of documents aside. A twisted human face appeared on the letter, and then the entire letter burned, along with many documents and the expensive solid wood boss desk.
After a lot of fussing, Tang Ping gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "This Liaoyuan Society wants to murder me!"
…
Tang Ping had lunch at the company headquarters.
Sancai Group has a wide range of businesses, but the financial paperwork of many branches is carried out in this building, so there is a special large staff canteen here.
The consequence of the boss eating in the staff canteen is that the food in the canteen is very rich today, the chef is working harder than before, and even the cooking aunt's hands don't shake anymore!
After the meal, Tang Ping picked up some leftovers and drove away from the company.
After the car drove to a remote corner, Tang Ping opened the trunk, took out a round bag, opened the zipper, and Wangcai flew out of the bag. Then he threw himself in front of the leftovers and started eating.
"Are you full? Let's start taking action after eating."
The Wangcai dog's face sank, and he reluctantly came to Tang Ping's side, taking a deep breath toward his toenails. This breath almost prevented him from fainting, and then he looked to the southwest.
Tang Ping, led by Wangcai, headed southwest all the way to Yongning District, southwest of Muyuan.
Among the nine districts in Muyuan City, Yongning District is not the poorest, but it is the most chaotic.
It seems that there is never peace here, and violent cases occur every moment. It was here that Tang Ping kidnapped Dr. Xiao, and he also contributed to the chaos here.
When the car drove to an alley, it was impossible to move forward. The road was blocked by many illegal buildings and the ground was full of potholes. Wangcai said he was not far from his goal.
So Tang Ping changed into a black coat in the car, put on a black hat and sunglasses, put Wangcai in a round handbag and walked.
The weight of Wangcai is astonishing. It is just a solid metal ball. Even with Tang Ping's strength, it is a bit difficult to lift, so it floats in the bag and moves in accordance with Tang Ping's movement direction.
Although Tang Ping had changed into a set of 'cheap' coats, his style of painting still did not match the remote and dirty streets. The brand-new brand-name clothes and heavy packages made him look like a stupid man with too much money.
of fat sheep.
So Tang Ping was quickly targeted by a group of people.
When they followed Tang Ping and came to a dead-end alley, the leader, the strong Huang Mao, stopped Tang Ping.
"Brother, can you borrow some money to spend?"
Tang Ping turned around, took off his hat, and looked at him with a polite smile: "Hey, what a coincidence, this is the second time we have met."
Huang Mao looked at the familiar face with more than a dozen eyes that gave him nightmares for several days, and his expression suddenly became horrified, and this time he couldn't run away.