In a villa in the western suburbs, a man over fifty is sitting on the sofa in the living room. He has a crew cut, gray hair, and eyes as deep as black holes. His whole demeanor gives people a feeling of spring breeze. Next to him is a well-dressed man.
A very simple young woman, wearing a pair of black-framed flat glasses on her face without any rouge and gouache, sitting upright and holding a fashion magazine in her hand, silently flipping through it, so peaceful that people can't ignore her
The existence is breathtakingly beautiful.
Huang Yongguang felt very unnatural. Faced with this father and daughter who were not biological but better than their own, as the person in charge of Chuncheng Zhenxing Street with more than a hundred subordinates under his command, he felt like sitting on a pin-mat every time he came to this Xishan villa.
But he had to come. In the eyes of others, he is the eldest brother, and he is even called the godfather of the underworld behind his back. But only he knows all this. In the entire western Yunnan region, and even in the provincial capital Chuncheng, where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, he is nothing
He is just a weak grasshopper. The old man in front of him can wipe him out with a wave of his hand or a flick of his fingers. He can easily suppress him until he cannot get up.
"Mr. Hou, I will definitely handle the matter you asked me as soon as possible. Please rest assured. It could be as fast as three days or as slow as ten days. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer within ten days."
"Youth is your capital! You can speak with confidence, much louder than those of us who are half-buried in loess."
Half a hundred men, whom Huang Yongguang respectfully calls Mr. Hou, sighed: "Ah Guang, as long as you have this intention, don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's a good thing if it's done well. If it doesn't work, I won't do anything to you.
Do you know what I like about you? I just like your diligence, honesty, lack of ambition and a little bit of ability. You stick to such a street and still work vigorously. To be honest, there are not many people like you these days.
It is too difficult to survive in this world, and it is even more difficult to survive better than others. You have done better than others of your generation. However, after all, there is a generation gap between you and me! What a pity."
"Thank you Mr. Hou for taking care of A Guang over the past few years. A Guang will never forget it. As long as you need Mr. Hou, A Guang will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Huang Yongguang understands why Hou Lao laments that he dominates Zhennan Street and is even slightly famous in Spring City. However, Huang Yongguang sticks to the old rules without much ambition. To put it bluntly, he is a bit greedy for life and afraid of death. Live to be thirty
He is already very satisfied when he can achieve such results at such a young age. To use a very abstract example to describe it, it is the difference between a snail and a horse, and the difference between a raw pear and a ripe peach. There is an essential price tag between a millionaire and a billionaire.
, His achievements are really nothing in the eyes of Hou Jun, who has great prestige in Southeast Asia. The word "pity" is not unfair at all when used on Huang Yongguang.
"It's not that serious. Don't complicate things. Go, if you find that person, you don't have to report to me. You know what to do."
Hou Jun's words were very easy-going, but he contained a kind of intimidation that was irresistible to others. He calmly picked up the tea cup and took a sip. This slight movement made Huang Yongguang, who was used to seeing expressions on his face, immediately stand up.
He stood up, bowed respectfully and bowed, then stepped back.
The conversation between the two lasted only about ten minutes. From beginning to end, the young woman sitting next to her did not say a word, nor did she look at the man sitting opposite her. She looked at the magazine with a calm expression, as if there was no one around her.
It wasn't until Huang Rongguang left that she closed the magazine gently.
"Xiaoying, you little girl who doesn't care about fashion always likes to pretend to use a fashion magazine as a cover to listen to other people's conversations, and you look like you're in a dream. If you know you want to express your opinion, say it. If you have any opinion, say it.
Let me open my eyes." There were no other people around, so Hou Jun spoke much more casually.
"Dad, I don't understand."
Hou Ying was serious, but her voice was soft and thought-provoking, and said: "Why did you let Huang Yongguang do such an important thing? If he accidentally revealed the news, wouldn't it have a great impact on your future plans?"
"Haha, you can see all this."
Hou Jun laughed heartily and did not continue the topic. Instead, he paused with a smile and sighed: "Xiaoying, I said it would be great if you were my daughter. If you were my daughter, then I, Hou Jun, would be the best in my life.
There will be no regrets anymore!”
"Dad, look at what you said, I am your daughter. Even though I am not your biological child, we are better than your biological children, aren't we?" Hou Ying is very smart. Although she said this, she was very sad in her heart.
I understand, I know exactly what the other person is feeling.
Precisely because she is not her biological child, Hou Ying has relied on and obeyed her father since she was little. She has studied Hou Jun's habits and understood his style, so as to be a good confidant. When Hou Jun talks to the guests, she
Like to be together
Listening quietly and thinking silently. Over time, she can always accurately analyze what the other party thinks, does, and wants to do. Even some things that Hou Jun has not considered comprehensively or properly, she can always point out from the side to the point.
.
Hou Jun likes her very much and is very happy to have adopted such a daughter. However, precisely because he has such a smart, beautiful and very similar daughter, he realizes the shortcomings of life even more. Even though Hou Ying treats him better than his own child
, but after all, the blood flowing in the other person's body is not his own, and the children who are flowing with his blood always refuse to let him fulfill his wishes. He always thinks and sighs, how wonderful it would be if Hou Ying was his biological daughter.
There are always many unsatisfactory places in life. Hou Jun is not the only such person, it can be said that they are everywhere.
In the Tiantian Chui Hair Salon, Zhang Xiaolong was still soaking in the pool, with his hands on the wall, staring straight at the sexy beauty in bikini on the wall diagonally above, as if he was admiring a piece of art, and murmuring in his heart
Thinking about it in my own reverie
, reminiscing about the good times he had with Xiaoying, enjoying the pleasant time without being disturbed. After the two women, Xiaobei and Dabomei, no one came to disturb his tranquility. He was already in the pool.
Sit for a full half hour.
At the same time, in a leisure room on the second floor, Zhao Xiniu and Huang Yongguang also chatted for a long time. The two of them were at the opposite table, sipping red wine, talking and discussing with each other. Regarding the sudden appearance of Zhang Xiaolong, Huang Yongguang
Putting down his wine glass, he asked thoughtfully: "Rhino, is this landlord Zhang you are talking about really so mysterious? Are you sure he is a master?"
"Ah Guang, you still can't believe my vision?"
Zhao Xiniu glared at him and said: "You are also from the Northeast. We have an old saying in the Northeast that you should know. As the saying goes, a good horse depends on its hair. A thin horse with long hair is not a good horse. However, this is not so absolute when applied to people.
. Although landlord Zhang has a yellow face
Heimao, at first glance, looks like a beast in the mountains, but his demeanor is really different from ordinary people, especially his eyes, which are so dark and bright that they make you feel panicked. To be honest, I was just three years ago.
I have seen such masters at the Spring City Pinlan Conference."
"Since he is such a master, do you think our temple can accommodate him?" Huang Yongguang looked at the other party seriously. He felt that if there was such a master, he would not be able to conquer him.
Only big guys like Hou Jun are worthy of possessing masters. After all, such people are always aloof and never obey those who are weaker than themselves.
"Ah Guang, I'm not telling you, you will always be like this. You are content with the status quo and refuse to move forward. You are far less motivated than when we came to Chuncheng." Zhao Xiniu is not afraid that the other party will be unhappy, and calls himself his elder brother.
He scolded the other party: "Short-sighted, haven't you ever thought about the fact that landlord Zhang just left
Coming out of the mountains in the Northeast, he has no one to rely on. Now is the time when he needs help and support. Regardless of whether Zhenxing Street can accommodate him in the future, to take a step back, as fellow villagers, if we help him, we can give him food and clothing.
He leads the way, and in the future he will be stronger than you and me, will it be so unkind?"
"Having said that, people's hearts are so far apart, who knows whether he is a wolf or a dog."
Huang Yongguang raised his hand and touched his bare head, stood up and said: "There is no point in arguing. Let's go and take a look. I will have someone check his background later."
"It's a good thing to be suspicious." Zhao Xiniu also stood up.
"Be careful with the Wannian Ship!"
The two of them talked while walking and came to the door of the room where Zhang Xiaolong was. Zhao Xiniu knocked on the door politely, holding the clothes and shoes bought by Dabo Girl in his hand. After a while, the door opened with a loud bang, and Zhang Xiaolong, who was dressed, looked angrily.
Stand there Chong Chong
, his face was as scary as dark clouds. But when he saw the two people at the door, his expression immediately softened, and he changed his face faster than anyone else, with a silly smile, "Brother Rhino, it turns out to be you. I thought it was you again."
It’s those naughty bitches.”
"What's wrong with the slutty bitches? Are you afraid of them?"
Zhao Xiniu smiled half-heartedly and walked into the house. Zhang Xiaolong closed the door and followed behind, glancing at the strange bald man who arrived with Zhao Xiniu. Huang Yongguang also looked at him without hesitation.
"Your name is Landlord Zhang? Are you from the Northeast?" Huang Yongguang walked down and looked at him and asked.
Being stared at so harshly, Zhang Xiaolong felt a little awkward and even more wary in his heart. Without saying a word, his bright eyes scanned Huang Yongguang's body without restraint. Huang Yongguang was wearing a suit and leather collar, and a pair of white leather shoes under the light.
Sparkling, Zhang Xiaolong, dressed in ragged linen clothes, looked dwarfed by the cool breeze.
There is a sharp contrast in the image, and you can't help but guess the identity of the person coming. He is a simple and ruthless man. When he meets a man who is more arrogant than himself, he will naturally have a desire to conquer. So.
His gaze undoubtedly became a provocation in Huang Yongguang's eyes. The atmosphere became a little stiff for a while.
Zhao Xiniu saw everything in his eyes and thought it was going to be worse. He even introduced the two of them aloud: "Landlord, don't be so serious, relax, relax. This is Brother Guang, my brother, and he is also a fellow from the Northeast. He is very rich."
Yes, the whole Zhenxing Street is under his control. From now on, if you follow him, there will be no shortage of popular people, hot drinks, and beautiful cars and beautiful women that you cannot have. Hurry, call me Brother Shengguang."
Zhao Xiniu looked at him expectantly. Huang Yongguang also pretended to be a big shot, waiting for Zhang Xiaolong to surrender to him. However, what disappointed him was that Zhang Xiaolong's sharp eyes appeared in front of him.