At the banquet.

Luo Wentao did not listen to the doctor's instructions. Not only did he drink alcohol, but he also took the initiative to go over to chat with his in-laws and contact him for a few relationships.

It was almost noon. After Luo Wentao finished eating, he returned to the guest room with Lao Ou and his entourage.

Due to his poor health recently, Luo Wentao has to sleep for a while at noon every day to come back to his senses. So after entering the house, he lay down in the private room, leaving only a life secretary beside him, while others went to do whatever they should do.

Downstairs, the young man was still busy. Fu Zhisong, Zhu Kai and more than a dozen people were drinking Jiajun's wine together, which made him urinate several times.

In short, everything at the engagement ceremony was developing in a good direction, and the atmosphere was not as tense as expected. Although the people in several circles had no communication, there was no friction.

...

Until after six o'clock in the evening.

Lao Ou knocked on the door and entered Luo Wentao's guest room, and asked softly: "I haven't woken up yet?"

"No, I don't know what's wrong today. He's still a little bit stuck in bed. I called twice, but he didn't wake up and was in a daze." The Secretary of Life replied with a smile.

"Call it quickly, we'll fly back tonight." Lao Ou reminded him.

The Secretary of Life took a look at the time and nodded and replied, "Okay, I'll go and call again."

A few minutes later.

Luo Wentao was woken up from his sleep again. He had red eyes and looked up at the secretary and said, "Why do you always disturb me?"

"Mr. Luo, we are leaving."

"Oh." Luo Wentao gasped: "I don't want to leave, I'm a little sleepy."

"Haha, if you don't want to leave, you have to leave. All of them have been arranged."

"Cancel, okay?" Luo Wentao looked up and asked, "I won't leave today, I'll go back tomorrow."

"The airline has already arranged, the private plane is waiting, and it is temporarily cancelled... it's a bit of a waste." The Secretary of Life advised: "You can also rest on the plane."

Luo Wentao didn't know what was wrong today. He hesitated and was slow to go back, as if he just didn't want to go back.

"Let's go, Mr. Ou and the others have finished packing their things," the Secretary of Life advised him again.

"Okay, you can clean up, let's go." Luo Wentao nodded and responded.

After saying that, the Secretary of Life immediately began to pack up the accompanying supplies. Luo Wentao lay down for a while and went to the bathroom to rinse his face and comb his sparse hair.

...

It was 7:30 pm. Luo Wentao and his group of eight walked out of the Sailing Hotel. As soon as the person appeared, four Land Rover drove up. More than a dozen hotel service staff immediately came forward to help open the door and carry their luggage.

A professional manager who walked out of the hall communicated with the life secretary in fluent English.

"Whose car was called by the airline?" Lao Luo asked.

"No." The Secretary of Life replied with a smile: "It was Jiajun who arranged it in advance. The car has been waiting for a long time."

"Oh." Luo Wentao nodded and said nothing. Because the service quality of the sailing hotel is famous all over the world, it is not uncommon to arrange the car in advance and enter the waiting area.

After loading the luggage, Lao Ou went to the second car, while Luo Wentao sat in the back seat of the front car as usual with the Secretary of Life.

"Let's go." The life secretary said to the driver with a smile.

"Well!"

Land Rover drove down the gentle slope and drove away.

...

Inside the hotel.

Fu Zhisong looked at Luo Jiajun with a red face and suddenly asked, "Thank you for a real deal, do you really want to quit?"

Luo Jiajun was stunned: "I'm waiting for your support, how long have I been waiting?"

Fu Zhisong was silent.

"What should I do if I don't give up? If I don't give up, I won't even have these fifteen guarantees, brother!" Luo Jiajun shook his head and replied, "I don't have to be responsible for myself, but I have to be responsible for those who follow me."

"You know that gifts mean differently to Ozawa." Fu Zhisong sighed and explained: "We really can't move him in Jiahong."

Luo Jiajun turned his head and looked at Fu Zhisong, and replied softly: "I don't blame Xiaoze, I can understand."

"If you don't fight, we will have no entry point in the future." Fu Zhisong replied with his hands behind his back: "But from the perspective of a friend, your choice is correct."

Luo Jiajun was silent for a while, patted Fu Zhisong on the shoulder and said, "Drink!"

...

On the way.

Luo Wentao always remained dizzy and seemed to have not woken up.

The car became more and more remote and was already driving across the desert. At first, the secretary of life hadn't felt something was wrong, but when the car was walking along the desert highway, he saw the sea not far away, so he frowned and asked at the driver: "Isn't this road going to the airport, right?"

"We need to take a detour, it's more convenient here." The driver replied.

"But I remember the airport is not that far. Did you go wrong?" asked the Secretary of Life frowned.

Luo Wentao inserted his palm and closed his eyes and scolded, "Is he not as good as you when driving professionally?"

The Secretary of Life was stunned: "But I really don't remember going to the airport to take such a road."

Luo Wentao pondered for a while, and asked the driver with a smile: "Have you walked the right way?"

"Yes, Mr. Luo." The driver nodded.

"I've taken the wrong way, it's still time to turn around now." Luo Wentao collapsed and sat down, replying in a plain voice.

The driver was stunned.

"Think about it, are you leaving right?" Luo Wentao said softly: "I want to smoke a cigarette by stopping by the side of the road."

The driver swallowed and replied in a low voice: "It's this road."

Luo Wentao was silent.

The Secretary of Life had already felt something was wrong at this moment, so he lowered his head and took out the phone.

"You should be more at ease." The driver said, scanning the reversing mirror.

Luo Wentao still didn't open his eyes, and reached out to stop the Secretary of Life. His tone actually said with a hint of pleading: "Child, listen to me, park the car on the side of the road... I'll smoke a cigarette, and you guys think about it."

The driver held the steering wheel tightly: "Mr. Luo, this road... cannot turn around."

Luo Wentao was silent, tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

The life secretary's nervous face turned pale, and he sat in his original position and did not dare to move.

In the rear car.

Lao Ou and others were already pointed at the head with a gun, lowered their heads, and were all silent.

Inside the front car, the driver pulled out the intercom headset from the collar and said expressionlessly: "Go into the sand in front."

"clear!"

"clear!"

A response came from the headset.

"...you...you'd better make a call." Luo Wentao said in a low voice: "I can discuss with him."

"I received an order and didn't get the phone." The driver responded with a firm look on his face.

Luo Wentao clenched his fists when he heard the sound, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

...

Inside the sailing hotel.

Luo Jiajun received the text message, with two words on it.

"succeed."
Chapter completed!