Under the dark night, the front of the dilapidated and even somewhat desolate factory gate located on the outskirts of Yanjing was brightly lit. The ferocious men all looked solemn and their eyes were sharply patrolling the entire factory, which reflected a solemn atmosphere.

Compared with the afternoon, the surroundings of the factory seemed much quieter, because people could no longer hear the cruel and terrifying roars of the Tibetan mastiffs. The sound of dull footsteps resounded outside the factory compound.

The dark clouds were swaying the city and the people inside and outside the factory seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze. In this dark night, it seemed extremely depressing.

At around 4 o'clock this afternoon, a mine explosion came from the maze in the yard. Then a large number of live ammunition-loading security personnel were dispatched to conduct a carpet-style search.

This change also made people in the factory feel panic for a moment. Even several major shareholders who did not show up often gathered together to hold a meeting in the magnificent house behind the maze to discuss something.

In that big house, there were four young people sitting in the main seat. It was Song Shaoqing who forced the beautiful manager named Xiaoyun to the overlord on the sofa in the room this afternoon.

He is now holding a goblet in his hand, and the crimson red wine inside emits a faint floral and licorice aroma, which makes people intoxicated. This bottle of Romani Conte, produced in 1997, is his favorite bottle of wine among his many treasures.

Although the price of $1,500 is amazing, the reason why Song Shaoqing favors this bottle of red wine is not because it is expensive, but because it is rare.

Scarcity is precious, and this red wine is basically priceless. Most of the bottles that have passed through the market are collected by some wineries or famous collectors in the world.

And he would actually use this bottle of wine to entertain the young people in the house on such occasions, which is obviously enough to show the dignity of these people.

"Mr. Song, I'm so angry that I called my brothers and others over. Have you encountered any difficult things?"

The person who spoke was a well-dressed young man, who was wearing a well-fitting suit, completely revealing his elegant aura. Just a playful mustache on his mouth showed his flying and unrestrainedness.

"Yes, this is not your style! Don't you most admire the collapse of Mount Tai and the color remains unchanged? Why is it so unhappy this time?" At this time, the fat man who had been lying in front of a secret door looked inside, turned around and said with a smile.

The fat man was wearing a loose and fat nike sportswear, and a silver light shot out from his slightly narrowed eyes. He touched his naked chin and said with a smile to Song Shaoqing:

"You are good at this. The pink little lolita inside made me feel itchy. You must leave one for your brother later, otherwise we won't leave!"

When Xiaomouzi heard the fat man's words, she immediately cursed with a smile: "You, he, mom's taste is getting heavier and heavier. I remember two years ago, you snatched a charming mother Sang from the sky. Why do you still like tenderness now?"

"When I was young, I like older people and I knew how to love others. Alas, in this blink of an eye, my mother is old, of course I am looking for some young people to make up for the youth I wasted in the past few years!"

The fat man had a slutty smile on his face, twisted his butt very much, and threw an ambiguous look at the mustache that you know.

At this time, a gentle man who had been sitting upright on the sofa, sitting only half of his butt, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses suddenly coughed twice, interrupting their laughter.

"Mr. Song, is there something going on in the factory? I didn't seem to see those Tibetan mastiffs when I came?"

When the man spoke, the fat man and Xiaowang were stunned, thinking that why did he forget this? They both stopped the words in their mouths and turned their doubtful eyes to Song Shaoqing.

Both of them are famous families. With the care of their parents, although they live a life of drunkenness and dreams every day and squander endless wealth in those lifetimes. But they are not stupid. They know that Song Shaoqing called them all over this time just to match the gentle man in front of him.

Even so, when the brothers summoned each other, they still got up from the gentle village and rushed here without stopping.

This gentle man's name is Zhang Yang. Unlike them, he was completely entrusted with his talent and hard work to get into the city from a small place, and took root in the bustling metropolis of Yanjing, and became a young handsome man who most of his peers had to look up to.

In his thirties, he had already become a senior executive of Huaxia Petrochemical Group with his outstanding financial management experience. This phenomenon is not common among large state-owned enterprises that are senior.

This shows how talented you are.

The four of them were all roommates from college. When Song Shaoqing was running this factory, they also made efforts. Those with money took money, those with strength, and those with strategy made plans.

Look, the maze in this factory is an implementation made by Zhang Yang himself and led a team.

It can be said that these four young people built a grass-roots team in the Feng Shui treasure land of Yanjing and gained a steady stream of wealth.

"Oh, dead..."

When Song Shaoqing heard this question, his eyes felt lonely for no reason. These Tibetan mastiffs were all purebred wild Tibetan mastiffs caught by him who went to the border in person and hired local hunters to pay a lot of money. They were naturally inconsistent with the Tibetan mastiffs that were raising gold and jade at home.

"What?"

As soon as Song Shaoqing finished speaking, three surprised voices echoed in the house.

It’s no wonder they were so surprised. Song Shaoqing’s Tibetan mastiffs are all fierce characters who can drive tigers and fight wolves. Moreover, judging from Song Shaoqing’s expression at this moment, these Tibetan mastiffs are definitely not normal birth, old age, sickness and death!

"Everyone died this afternoon, and they were killed in one blow!"

As he said that, Song Shaoqing took out three thumb-sized stones from somewhere. Although the three stones are of different sizes and shapes, they are covered with a layer of dark brown plasma on the surface and emit a disgusting smell of fishy smell.

As soon as the bearded man and the fat man smelled the disgusting smell, their face changed and turned around. Zhang Yang, who had just made a sound to interrupt the laughter of the two, took a stone from Song Shaoqing's hand, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"I can actually use stones to penetrate the head of the Tibetan mastiff and kill him with one blow. Could it be the legendary ancient warrior?" Zhang Yang murmured.

"What, ancient martial artist?" The other three people in the house were attracted by his words, showing an incredible expression on their faces.

"This kind of hand strength is definitely not something that ordinary people can have. Even the murder machines trained by the military, I believe it will be difficult for them to achieve this level. Unless they use sniper rifles, they will never be able to do so cleanly."

Zhang Yang said with a decisive expression.

"As a result, is the same person who killed these Tibetan mastiffs and what I just said that caused the explosion in the maze?" A resentful light appeared in Song Shaoqing's eyes, staring at the stones on the table.

"Of course, this possibility is not ruled out. Have you been involved in someone recently?"

"Zhang Yang, are you saying that someone might have come to take revenge this time?" Song Shaoqing then turned his head and thought about it carefully for a while, but he did not expect any extraordinary person he had provoked.

Could it be that the little bastard caused the trouble?

Thinking of this, Song Shaoqing's eyebrows were unconsciously entangled again. After hesitating for a while, hesitating for a while, hesitating and slowly telling the matter out.

"Are you targeted? No, this kind of ancient martial artist will not easily be mixed with secular people under normal circumstances!" Zhang Yang played with the brown stone in his hand, and frowned for a moment.

"Can it be targeted by the country?" The fat man asked as if he had thought of something at this time.

The fat man's name is Liu Yuan, a second-generation ancestor who is ignorant. Over the years, he has been using the banner of his family to harm the girls in the Sijiu City.

His father was the director of the Yanjing State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. When Song Shaoqing was in the early days of his business, he also made great efforts to buy this land at a very small price.

When Zhang Yang heard this, his eyes lit up.

The reason why Zhang Yang knew that there were people like ancient martial artists in the world was that he heard from his grandfather who collected herbs for a living.

His grandfather once told him when he was a child that when he was young, he accidentally fell off a cliff and broke his leg. Later, he met an ancient martial artist who used the herbs in his medicine basket to connect his broken bones and send him back to the entrance of the village. Then he left, as if he didn't want to date too much.

Learn martial arts well and sell them to the imperial family.

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of this sentence and couldn't help but sigh. It seems that no one can really be as elegant as an immortal in life? Even in the eyes of mortals, aren't the ancient martial artists who are arrogant and above also subject to reality and power?

If it is really like Liu Yuan said that this factory has been noticed by the state, it is better to let go as soon as possible. Now it is in a sensitive period of change of leadership, and many people have already clamped their tails to be human.

Song Shaoqing has been playing a bit over the years. He is a female slave and a beautiful dog. He has accumulated all the connections he should accumulate, and he has also grasped all the braids he should catch. It is time to stop.

Everyone saw Zhang Yang falling into deep thought and quietly closed their mouths. The reason why this factory can grow bigger and make continuous profits is actually because of Zhang Yang's ideas, so they have to respect the military advisor in the organization.

After a while, Zhang Yang finally came to his senses from his thoughts. His expression was solemn, and he looked at Song Shaoqing's eyes calmly.
Chapter completed!