After seeing off Manager Zhang, Yan Zheng leaned on the taxi and was thoughtful.

The conversation with Manager Zhang just now reminded him of something he had ignored before.

The ghosts are a group of guys who are unwilling to gain any advantage. They will never give up easily once they set their goals, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals.

When he was in the underworld, Yan Zheng felt that Black and White were acting strangely, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with them at that time.

Now that I think about it, there was another motive behind their enthusiasm! After they had almost formed a good relationship, they left directly without asking any news about Baimao Tuanzi. Is it reasonable? It seemed very reasonable, as if they were trying to show off their words to save face.

However, ghosts are not humans. Face is worthless to them, and there is no benefit from virtue.

The black and white impermanence is just to numb me.

As expected, they should be hiding somewhere and quietly waiting for me. Once I take action, they will follow closely.

What a trick: the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows behind.

If Manager Zhang hadn't suddenly appeared and interrupted my actions, and after receiving the news, I was obsessed with getting ahead of the company, and I might have had to make wedding dresses for others.

Now, it seems that we need to plan carefully.

While Yan Zheng was thinking, there was another scene of tense confrontation in the underworld, which was no less tense than Yan Zheng's brain-burning calculations.

The retreating Black and White Wuchang quietly came back not long after as Yan Zheng had guessed. On top of the projection of the Netherworld Building, a purple figure stood, with a black withered crow on her shoulder, vaguely visible in the shadow behind her.

I saw a huge figure lurking in the darkness.

Bai Wuchang looked at Ziyi with a smile and said coldly: "You go alone, or should I invite you to go!"

The lurking figure behind Ziyi is about to emerge.

Bai Wuchang held the shackles in his hands and was eager to try.

At the critical moment when the battle was about to break out, Hei Wuchang pulled Bai Wuchang and shook his head at him, pointing his finger towards the darkness on the left.

Two slender figures walked towards them in the darkness. One was black and the other was white. Their dead faces were smeared with blush eyeshadow that looked like blood. They looked both glamorous and dangerous.

The two women seemed to be acquainted with Black and White. They stood a dozen steps away, smiled at Black and White, and stood motionless.

At this time, a childlike and innocent cry came from the shadow behind the building: "Xiao Hei, look, what I said is right. Teacher and the others must be back again."

The cheerful white boy pulled the frost-faced black boy out of the shadows, bowed to Black and White Wuchang, and the two shouted in unison: "Meet the master!"

Bai Wuchang laughed out loud and joked with a hint of relief: "You two brats~ you are learning so fast. You are old, you are old~ The waves behind you in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves in front die on the beach..."

Bai Tongzi felt a little embarrassed when he was praised, but he was shy and said he didn't dare.

When he saw the black and white woman from the corner of his eye, he immediately turned around and saluted and shouted: "The two sisters are here too. Po Meng~"

Before the aunt said the word aunt, she was stared back by the eyes of the sister opposite her. She pursed her lips with a slightly frightened face and said carefully again: "Senior Meng Po, I don't know if Meng Po has developed a new flavor recently.

Soup~”

The woman in black chuckled and replied: "Yes~ the baby soup flavor has just been served, you can try it another day!"

Hearing the answer from the woman in black, Bai Tongzi was so frightened that he stopped sticking out his tongue. The baby soup in the woman in black was not a soup for babies, but a soup made from babies.

This kind of soup is deeply loved by evil cultivators. It is said to have the effect of rejuvenating youth and retaining youth forever. It is despised by the righteous.

As the righteous god of the underworld, Po Meng naturally would not make such an evil soup. Bai Tongzi knew well that the two Wangqing sisters were trying to scare him, but he still cooperated with the expressions a child should have. Looking at Bai Tongzi and Bai Tongzi who shook their heads and backed away crazily, they smiled Wangqing.

Make a ball.

As the two laughed, Bai Tongzi pulled Black Tongzi and slowly retreated into the shadow of the building. Under the boy's appearance was a cunning heart.

The four parties once again fell into a strange confrontation, but this time without Yan Zheng as a buffer, the confrontation turned from darkness to light.

Within the company.

After repeatedly weighing the pros and cons, Yan decided not to rush to look for Bai Mao Tuanzi. Now only Wang Fugui can feel the exact location of Bai Mao Tuanzi. He holds the trump card in his hand and can slowly figure it out.

Black and White Wuchang should know that Wang Fugui can find Bai Mao Tuanzi, so why did he not take action against me but instead reminded me to sign Wang Fugui into the company and send the key person who is looking for Bai Mao Tuanzi into my hands? Even if I want to form a good relationship, I don’t have to do this.

Great gift, could it be that they really have an old relationship with my ancestor and owe my ancestor a favor?

After recounting what happened, Yan Zheng found that there was even more confusion surrounding him.

From the moment he joined the company, Yan Zheng seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, the company's attitude towards him, and the black and white and impermanent overtures towards him.

What is the connection between my ancestors and the underworld?

The mission has not yet been resolved, and the mystery of the ancestors is still lingering in my mind.

It's like guessing a puzzle again. Just when you think the puzzle is solved, you find that there is something deeper behind the puzzle that is worth digging into.

…

While Yan Zheng was racking his brains, Liu Jinding poked his head out of Xiao Cao's office and looked at the company with a stern look. When he found that no one was there, he rushed to Yan Zheng and cried: "Boss, Wang Fugui's smell is not so obvious when he puts on leather clothes, but

His head is still hanging out, and he can’t stay in the house for a while and it stinks again! I think you need to buy him an isolation suit!”

While crying, Xiao Cao covered his nose and then came out and complained: "Boss, Brother Liu is right. You have to think of a way. Otherwise, it will affect my work. Now is the critical moment to trace overseas funds. I can't trace this stinking peace of mind."

!”

Hearing the news about money, Yan Zheng's eyes almost turned into money when he smiled, and he asked cheerfully: "How's it going? Can we close the network? How much money can we have!"

Xiao Cao: "It's about 80 million U.S. dollars, but if you don't solve the stench of Wang Fugui, I can't guarantee..."

Yan Zheng immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry. Hurry up and continue following me. I'll buy him the best isolation suit now!"

Open Taobao and search for isolation clothing. The cheapest clothing that can achieve complete isolation effect costs several thousand yuan, and the most expensive radiation-proof isolation clothing costs hundreds of thousands, and must be specially customized.

Making Yan Zheng spend money is harder than cutting his flesh.

After searching for a long time, Yan Zheng found an isolation suit that met the requirements, which was high-quality, low-priced and effective in isolation.

Deep-sea work clothes, special clothes for fishermen for deep-sea fishing operations, have good isolation effect and have oxygen input holes.

Second-hand work clothes only cost more than 1,000 yuan...

After placing the order, Yan Zheng discovered that the seller was in Guangdong and it would take at least three or four days to deliver the clothes. Water from afar could not quench the thirst of the nearer.

What to do in these three or four days? We can't stuff Wang Fugui back into the cave again. This kid has suffered for more than ten years, so stuffing him back into the cave is a bit inhumane.

People's ideas are like ditches, there will always be crowding.

In order to save money, Yan Zheng's mind moved faster than during the reasoning task, and he came up with a temporary plan in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!