Hearing this, the man in the suit nodded hurriedly.
"Okay, young master, I'll wait for you at the door!"
"Well, go ahead"
When the man in the black suit walked out, another young man walked in.
Wearing high-end clothes, you can tell that you are a wealthy person.
Especially the gold watch on my hand, worth millions at least.
This man had a arrogant expression on his face. Without even looking at Hong Wenyu, he walked directly into the pit on one side and closed the door for convenience.
Hong Wenyu stood in front of the urinal, curled his lips, and muttered softly.
"Why are you awesome? You just have some money. I don't believe you are better than my boss!"
After he finished speaking, he burped, then took off his pants and let some water go out.
After more than ten seconds, Hong Wenyu's face looked very comfortable, and then he pulled up his pants and prepared to go back to the box to continue drinking.
But when he pulled up his pants and turned around, he was slightly startled.
Because he saw a black card stuck on the wooden door of a certain pit.
"Eh!"
"What is this? I remember not seeing it just now."
Hong Wenyu seemed a little confused, but at this time he was already drunk and had the mindset of a drunkard.
"Hey, who wrote him a letter?"
Under normal circumstances, no one would think about things like this, but unfortunately, Hong Wenyu drinks too much now, and this is not what a normal person thinks at all.
"Whatever, it's probably this rich guy's!"
Hong Wenyu seemed very unhappy when he thought about the tone of the other person's words just now.
Then his face showed the unique expression of a drunkard, and he smiled.
Then he raised his hand and tore off the black envelope on the wooden door, making a face at the door.
"Let you look down on me!"
"I took your letter away, you deserve it!"
After speaking, Hong Wenyu put the envelope into his pocket and walked out of the bathroom.
........
The screen switches again.
After listening to Hong Wenyu's words, Yun Fan was stunned.
"Is this what happened last night?"
Hong Wenyu was also extremely upset at this time.
"Mr. Yun, I really didn't mean it. I was drunk too, so I did this kind of thing. I didn't expect that... actually..."
He couldn't say the next words, and he felt extremely scared when he said them.
Seeing his appearance, Yun Fan could understand.
Many people are like this. Before they get drunk, they belong to the world, but after they get drunk, the world belongs to them.
Hong Wenyu's behavior was considered a relatively mild form of drunken madness.
So he didn't bother to blame anything and just asked again.
"Is the rich young master you met last night about 25 years old, with short hair?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Yun, do you know him?"
After hearing this, Yunfan felt it was reasonable.
It was Qingchuan who met Hong Wenyu in the bathroom last night!
In fact, this invitation from the God of Death was meant to be sent to him, but the funny thing is that he met Hong Wenyu who was drunk, and an accidental collision happened.
And Hong Wenyu also successfully brought the disaster onto himself and directly saved Qingchuan's life!
After knowing the ins and outs of the whole thing, Yun Fan couldn't help but smile. It was really funny.
This invitation from the God of Death is a reminder of death. Anyone who sees it will stay away. Hong Wenyu is probably the first person to take the initiative to put the invitation from the God of Death on his body!
Seeing Yunfan smiling but not smiling, Hong Wenyu said hurriedly.
"Mr. Yun, do you think this invitation was originally sent to that rich second generation?"
"You think if I pretend not to know now and return this invitation to where it was last night, will everything be fine?"
Hearing these innocent words, Yunfan shook his head.
“Probably useless”
"In my opinion, this thing is indeed not sent to you, but it is a pity that you took it first and opened it to read it."
"So even if it wasn't sent to you, it is now sent to you!"
These words caused Hong Wenyu to collapse completely.
He rubbed his head and said desperately: "How could this happen?"
"It's just a nice dinner party, how could I grab an invitation from the God of Death! What an idiot I am!"
Seeing him like this, Yunfan sighed silently.
Although this guy was impulsive last night and caused the current tragedy.
But after all, he is also a rare talent under Yun Fan. If Hong Wenyu were not in charge of the Adventure House, no one would be able to take the lead.
So Yunfan still wanted to help him.
So he said: "Stop complaining now, who knows about this matter now?"
Hearing this, Hong Wenyu did not dare to lie and told the truth.
"No one knows, only Mr. Yun and I know"
Yunfan nodded: "That's not bad."
"It's happened now, and there's no point in regretting it!"
"What we have to do now is to find a way to solve it!"
Hearing this, Hong Wenyu nodded hurriedly. He knew that Yunfan was a legendary figure who often created miracles.
If Yunfan can help himself, there may be a glimmer of hope.
"Mr. Yun, please help me!"
"Okay, I'm helping you come up with ideas, right?"
Yun Fan picked up the golden pipe, lit it and took a puff.
The most feared thing happened, Hong Wenyu brought the invitation from the God of Death into the super villa.
But if Yunfan kicks him out at this time and then ignores it, it would be too ruthless and unjust. This is not his style of doing things.
It’s not good for his reputation either!
And Yunfan had a hunch that even if Hong Wenyu was kicked out of the super villa, it would be useless whether he lived or died!
What is supposed to come will always come, this seems to be a disaster!
It was just through him that the hidden fuse was ignited...
...........
Picture everything.
At this time, in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Fengdu City.
A young man was hanging in the air by a wire. His left arm had been chopped off and it looked bloody.
There was also a pool of blood on the ground.
People passing by him didn't look too surprised, they just looked at him curiously.
"What happened on the 19th?"
"Hazy, don't you know? Last night No. 1 asked him to send the invitation to the God of Death, but he actually sent it to the wrong person, so No. 1 canceled it."
"Oh, so that's it, no wonder"
The man sitting on the chair with his eyes closed looks very elegant wearing glasses.
But if you keep looking at him, it's not difficult to find that there is always a chill in his body.
"It's really interesting that the invitation can be sent to the wrong person. It's really interesting!" The man with glasses opened his eyes slightly and said coldly.
The young man who was hanging and covered in blood said hurriedly.
"No. 1, this has nothing to do with me. I did send out the Death invitation as requested, but I didn't expect a drunkard to show up halfway, so..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man with glasses.
"We have no reasons and excuses here, only results!"
"What I see now is that this mission was delayed due to your negligence, so you have to take full responsibility!"