Jiang Weirong suddenly looked aggrieved and said pitifully: "Dad, I was beaten. Not only did they beat me, they also didn't take us Jiang family members seriously..."

Jiang Weirong recounted what happened at the Huangting KTV that night, and Jiang Zhongshan suddenly became furious: "Do you have to wait for me to come out of seclusion to deal with such a trivial matter? What do you do for a living? Boxuan, how can you just turn a blind eye?

Are you watching Wei Rong being bullied?"

Jiang Boxuan looked gloomy: "Dad, it's not that I don't want to help my brother get revenge. I asked Mr. Chu to go with him the next night. But..."

Hearing that Mr. Chu knew about this, Jiang Zhongshan immediately calmed down.

Mr. Chu is one of the people Jiang Zhongshan trusts most, not only because he is steady in his work, but also because he is an intermediate martial artist, and his strength is on par with the four elders of the Yang family.

If there is something that even Mr. Chu cannot solve, it is normal for Jiang Boxuan and Jiang Weirong to have no solution.

"Mr. Chu, what do you think of this matter?" Jiang Zhongshan asked.

"The opponent is a martial artist who can hurt someone with a stick from dozens of meters away. I guess he is probably a senior martial artist who has practiced the magical power of snapping his fingers, so he did not take action rashly."

Mr. Chu took out the long knife he had brought with him that night and placed it on the table.

In the middle of the blade, there is a depression the size of a thumb, as if it had been hit by a bullet.

At that time, Mr. Chu did not hear the gunfire, and did not find a bullet at the scene, but found red grape juice in the depression.

"Senior martial artist? Haha! If you dare to bully someone from my Jiang family, I will make him pay the price." Jiang Zhongshan sneered.

In China today, there are very few martial arts practitioners. In terms of cultivation strength, it is already rare to be able to train from a junior warrior to a martial master.

And the strong ones who have broken through from martial master to martial master are even rarer.

Both Jiang Zhongshan and Mr. Chu believed that Lin Hao was just a high-level martial artist, while Jiang Zhongshan had broken through to the realm of martial master after more than three months of seclusion training.

To deal with a high-level martial artist with the martial master's cultivation is as simple as squeezing an ant to death.

"First send someone to find out the identity of the other party and see if there is any force behind him. I will stabilize my realm in the past two days, and then I will be able to help Wei Rong avenge his bloodshed."

…

Yayuan Community.

Lin Hao slept on the sofa for another night.

The next morning, after sending Yueyue to kindergarten, he immediately drove Qiao Kexin to work.

In the car, Qiao Kexin asked curiously: "How did you get the tickets for Jenny An's concert yesterday?"

Lin Hao thought of a reason that was easier for Qiao Kexin to accept. "My former comrade-in-arms happened to have resources in this field in Longjiang. The tickets were bought at the original price, which is not too expensive."

In fact, he was not lying when he said this, because Zhao Jinsheng was also a general of the Northern Army, and they were comrades in arms.

It's just that Lin Hao didn't tell Qiao Kexin that Zhao Jinsheng was the commander of Jiangdong Military Headquarters and that Zhao Jinsheng was once his subordinate.

When they were approaching Longcheng International, Qiao Kexin asked Lin Hao to park the car farther away and just walk there. Unexpectedly, Lin Hao actually drove his broken car directly to the parking space outside the sales department.

It happened to be half past eight, and several sales ladies came to work in their husbands' cars at this time, and some even drove here by themselves.

The lowest-end cars they rode in cost more than 200,000 yuan. Among them, the car driven by the sales department manager, Sister Lu, was the most luxurious, a BMW worth more than 500,000 yuan.

Lin Hao's shabby-looking car immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing Qiao Kexin getting off Lin Hao's car, all the sales ladies showed contempt on their faces.

"Kexin, is this your car?"

"Why don't you repair the cracked car window? If you have a car accident because of unclear vision, it will be troublesome."

"Do you have no money to repair your car? That's right. Raising a car now is like raising a child. It costs thousands every month."

"Which construction site does your husband work at? The roads on this construction site are difficult to drive. Look at how badly this car of yours has been..."

Qiao Kexin couldn't figure out why she had known these colleagues for less than a day and had never had any conflicts, so why they spoke so harshly.

I didn't want to pay attention to them at first, but after hearing these words, I still felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, another girl riding a bicycle walked up to Qiao Kexin, held her hand and said: "Kexin, don't pay attention to them, they are like this. I was teased by them when I first came to work."

, you’ll get used to it as time goes by.”

This girl has a delicate appearance, wears light makeup, and has no jewelry on her ears, neck, or hands, giving people the feeling of Xiaojiabiyu.

Qiao Kexin quickly introduced to Lin Hao: "This is my high school classmate Hao Meili. She introduced me to work here."

"Hello."

Hao Meili generously stretched out her hand to shake Lin Hao's hand, and then walked arm in arm with Qiao Kexin to the sales department.

Qiao Kexin thought that Lin Hao would leave soon, but she didn't expect that he would also walk in after parking the car.

"What are you doing here? I'm at work!" Qiao Kexin asked nervously.

Lin Hao glanced around the sales department and said with a smile: "Don't you have to sell a house before you can become a regular owner? I am your customer today and I am going to buy a house. Please introduce it to me."

Lin Hao's words immediately attracted ridicule from several of Qiao Kexin's colleagues.

One of them, a woman in her thirties and wearing professional attire, was the director of Longcheng International Sales Department. She said coldly: "The couple came to the company to flirt, and they are not afraid of affecting their work."

"Sister Lu, didn't you hear? I'm here to buy a house."

"Did you hear it wrong? You drive a shabby car and want to buy our house in Longcheng International. How is this possible?"

The tone of Sister Lu's words was so unpleasant that even Hao Meili couldn't bear to listen.

She timidly said: "Sister Lu, they are just joking, why should you take it seriously?"

Although Hao Meili didn't believe that Lin Hao would buy the house in Longcheng International, she felt sad when she heard Sister Lu and the others mocking Qiao Kexin.

I wanted to say a few words to Qiao Kexin, but unexpectedly I was scolded by Sister Lu.

"Hao Meili, you are so brave today and dare to meddle in my business. Do you believe that I will punish you by cleaning the toilet for another week?"

Hao Meili was immediately frightened into silence and did not dare to say anything.

Qiao Kexin felt ashamed because she also felt that Lin Hao was just joking. If Lin Hao was really rich, he wouldn't even be willing to drive the car to have it repaired.

How did she know that because the materials of the car Lin Hao drove were extremely scarce, it would have to be sent back to the military arsenal to be repaired, which would take a lot of time. Lin Hao was too lazy to care about it and just drove it.

When he was in the northern border, some cars were blown up by enemy artillery fire with their entire roofs ripped off. Lin Haozhao drove them without fail, so he didn't care at all.

Qiao Kexin wanted to drive Lin Hao away, but Lin Hao shamelessly wandered around the sales department.

First, I looked around at the sand table, then studied the house layout, and finally took out some promotional materials for the real estate on the display rack, sat on the sofa and started reading slowly.

Qiao Ke stamped his feet anxiously: "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Didn't I tell you everything about buying a house?"

"Can you please stop making trouble?"

"I'm not making trouble. The house in Yayuan Community is too small to accommodate our family of five. I don't want to sleep on the sofa for a long time." Lin Hao chuckled.

"I don't care about you anymore."

Qiao Kexin turned around and left angrily, but Lin Hao grabbed her wrist.
Chapter completed!