I have seen a lot of Xiang Que, the second generation of wealthy officials, and seven or eight out of ten of them are not evil-minded, because the background of these people is destined to not allow them to do things without going through their brains, and those cheating people on the news and the Internet are not allowed to do anything.
The vast majority of scammers are not really scammers but have been tricked by thoughtful people. Generally speaking, they are smart. Even if they are not wise, they certainly cannot be called fools. Their education level and
Their vision makes this group of people actually enter a stage of premature maturity compared to their peers.
Then why do they still get tricked? In addition to the factor of being deliberately plotted, it is also because they have lived a smooth life without any major setbacks. Once a pit appears on the road of life, it will not be easy to get over it.
, to put it mildly, he is easily impulsive and his head is easily covered by shit.
Shah is regarded as the top second-generation figure in Malaysia. The word "bump" has not appeared in his life dictionary for more than 30 years. He has a father who is a high-ranking Malaysian official and a powerful head-dressing master.
Master, life like this must be full of sparks and lightning, but once there is a power outage, his reaction will be slowed down and his claws will become numb, catching him a little off guard.
Xiangque was a pit in Shah's life that tripped him up.
The current Shah is like a congenital defect, not an ordinary mad man. When he sees Xiang Que, he wants to bite him to death like a mad dog, because the three percent stake in Genting Casino involves too much.
, so big that if it were really exported, he wouldn't be able to bear it at all.
Shah gritted his teeth and said, "You don't feel anything. Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Uh-huh." Xiang Que raised his hand, pointed at his eyes and said, "Is this what you're talking about? Lower your head, I know. Before I met you, I went to a temple, and there was a man named Razaka.
The master who lowered his head once also lowered his head on me, but obviously I am standing here intact now, which means that his lowering his head was of no use to me at all. So what do you think, with your Taoist behavior and Razaka?
Comparatively, how far can the difference be? Can two plus signs catch up?"
Suddenly, Shah and the middle-aged man next to him looked shocked.
"Pfft" Xiang Que stretched out his right hand without any warning, grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, and pulled him over: "Even that Lazhaka didn't dare to bare his teeth with me, what do you think you have?"
The middle-aged man's face turned red as his neck was pinched by Xiang Que. His throat was blocked and he couldn't make a sound. Naturally, he couldn't activate the blood curse on Xiang Que and Qing Ling. Shah was a little horrified when he saw this.
Said: "Xiang Que, it's useless even if you kill him. Only he can unlock your head-lowering technique. Even after death, you will still have the head-dropping skill on your body, and it will never dissipate in your lifetime."
"You overestimate your head-lowering skills. It's just a trivial skill to transform into a barbarian. If I were serious, you wouldn't even have a chance to lower your head for me. As for how to lower your head?"
Qing Ling continued: "Take his essence and blood, soak it in the black dog whip, apply two taels of his ashes on it, and wear it for three days to turn the head down."
The middle-aged man's face instantly turned pale, and a whimpering sound came from his throat.
"Pa" Xiang Que let go of his right hand, pushed the middle-aged man away and said, "Should you take the initiative to untie it for us, or should we use our own methods?"
The middle-aged man and Shah looked at each other. In just three to five minutes after entering the house, they were shocked by Xiang Que's vigorous and resolute methods. Qing Ling's words just now were the way to forcibly break the blood curse on the two of them.
"You dare to kill someone? The Malaysian police will prevent you from leaving Kuala Lumpur," Shah said with a gloomy expression.
Xiang Que pointed at him and sneered: "Look at how pale and weak your threats are. Do you treat me like a common citizen? Mr. Shah, let alone killing him, I will kill you, and I will do the same in Malaysia."
I can move forward and retreat freely, can you keep me?"
"Pfft!" Shah was frightened by Xiang Que and took two steps back in panic. He leaned on the table, pointed at him and asked, "You, who are you?"
Xiang Que moved a chair and sat down and said: "Let's talk now. Let's talk about the Genting Casino shares. Don't be nervous and sit down and chat. There is no grudge that cannot be resolved in these years. I will talk to you again."
There is no hatred for killing my father or taking away my wife. To put it simply, it’s because of you.
I think there is still room for easing this conflict. To tell you the truth, I am not really interested in the shares of that casino, but I am very interested in the two identities behind you.
Interested, can you understand what I say?"
Shah is as light as a feather in Xiangque's place. He is the kind that cannot be seen. Those who toss around every day are insects, those who lie down all the time are dragons, and those who scream with joy are mad dogs. You see
When did Satsuma and Golden Retriever start barking?
What Xiang Que is interested in is the identity of the second son of Prime Minister Shah and the apprentice of Kazakh. Either of these two identities is very important.
After the initial panic, Shah gradually calmed down at this time. Especially after hearing that Xiang Que was not interested in casino shares, he became a little excited.
malaysia, national church.
After Qi Changqing reached the top floor, he no longer concealed his figure. He put his hands in his pockets and walked down the corridor as if taking a walk.
"Creak" Qi Changqing casually pushed open a door. Several believers in the room were kneeling on the ground and sitting and praying. When they saw someone pushing the door open, they all turned around and looked over.
"Excuse me, may I ask where Master Kazakh is?" Qi Changqing asked politely, like a passerby asking for directions on the roadside.
"Here, here...you, who are you and how did you get in?" Someone was about to talk, but was stunned when he saw Qi Changqing. It is impossible for outsiders to come in here.
"Bang Dang" Seeing that no one was talking, Qi Changqing closed the door and strode to the next room. When he opened the door again, he still said the same thing: "Sorry, I want to ask about Master Kazakh."
Where?"
"Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap" The Muslims in the back room came out and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Hey, how did you get in?"
Qi Changqing frowned and said, "I'm looking for Master Hazak."
"We are asking you, who are you? Outsiders are not allowed to come in here casually." All the believers in the two rooms surrounded him, squeezing Qi Changqing together.
At this time, in a room on the innermost floor of the corridor, a melodious and old voice floated over: "Let him come over, and you guys get out."
Several believers immediately said respectfully: "Yes, Master."
Qi Changqing then put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly toward the end of the corridor. When he reached the door of the room, he politely reached out and knocked on the door: "Hello, Master."
"Come in." The door opened silently. In the room, an old man wearing Islamic robes was sitting on his knees on the ground, praying devoutly and reciting Islamic scriptures.
Qi Changqing was not in a hurry and stood quietly behind him watching the old man pray.
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