"Who dares to take action against my son, Wang Laohu!"
For a long time, Wang Laohu yelled angrily.
"It's an iron-headed man, and a guy named Qin Tian!"
"Master, we must kill them and avenge the young master!"
Next to him, Wang Tu, whose face had turned pale with fear, knelt on the ground with a thud and complained angrily.
Hanzhong's mild and humid climate, coupled with its profound historical heritage, has created some dignitaries who are very keen on landscapes and gardens. Their housing also respects ancient buildings.
This has resulted in a situation where ancient-style architecture is extremely popular.
In order to make money, Wang Baoyu established a company focusing on ancient architecture and garden design. In order to gain a reputation, he specially invited Jin Jian, who was well-known in the field of ancient architecture, from Kyoto to take charge.
Promise the title of general manager.
At first, Jin Jian was impressed by Wang Baoyu and thought he really loved ancient buildings and gardens. Later he discovered that Wang Baoyu was just doing it to make money.
Moreover, many of his projects were not obtained through formal channels. Jin Jian cherished his wings and immediately resigned and returned to Kyoto.
However, how could Wang Baoyu let go of this cash cow? So he still used Jin Jian's name to promote it.
Although Jin Jian is no longer here, several design experts he brought over were impressed by Wang Baoyu's generous remuneration and all stayed.
Among them, Wang Tu is the most typical.
He was born in a rural area and was a graduate student under Jin Jian. He was originally very diligent.
However, after witnessing Wang Baoyu's extravagant desires, he was opened to a new world and soon fell into it.
Therefore, after his teacher returned, he used his status as Jin Jian's apprentice to do what he wanted and gained Wang Baoyu's trust.
This time, he also got advice from a caring person, saying that Master Wang likes people like Han Ling.
Wang Tu felt that it was her honor for Han Ling to be favored by Wang Baoyu. So he took her to the club upstairs under the pretext of eating.
This club is Wang Baoyu's home base. In addition to various delicacies carefully prepared by his private chef, there are also various collections of fine wines on the wine cabinet.
The most important feature is that we have signed contracts with many young beauties who are both beautiful and talented, including many school students, talent show newcomers, and beauty pageant winners.
On the one hand, these beauties satisfy Wang Baoyu's hobbies. On the other hand, they satisfy many business friends.
With this secret weapon, Wang Baoyu's business has gone smoothly. Basically, as long as he comes to his club, he will cooperate with him obediently after leaving.
He has a tiger at his back, sits in the clubhouse, is young, and has everything going smoothly. With his expansion, he has spoken out loud more than once and on multiple occasions.
Who is Yang Dao? Who is Wei Tianhe? There is also Zhao Kong. They are all just lucky enough to become one of the three major families.
Give him five years, and he, Wang Baoyu, will rely on his own strength to ascend to the throne of the most powerful family in Hanzhong!
For a long time, not only did he believe that this goal would be achieved, but many people who knew him felt that Wang Baoyu was a real potential stock.
At least among the second generation wealthy families in Hanzhong, no one can match him.
Who would have thought that those heroic words would come to an abrupt end with a young life.
Wang Baoyu stared at the ceiling abruptly. He would not believe that he would die until his death.
Especially, he would die because of a woman.
After listening to Wang Tu's story quietly, Wang Laohu closed his eyes for Wang Baoyu with trembling hands.
"My child, your heroic soul is not far away, don't leave in a hurry."
"Give dad some time."
“Before sunset!”
"I promise that the person who killed you will be sent to hell before sunset. And that woman, it is her blessing that you can like her."
"I will bury her with you with my own hands, and let her serve you well in the underworld!"
He deserves to be King Lao Lao, and he deserves to be an underground boss who owns hundreds of large and small entertainment venues and has countless subordinates!
Wang Laohu stood up, his face as cold as an ice brick. Not only was his thinking not affected by the huge blow, but it was clearer than ever.
It was as if he was a general about to embark on the battlefield.