Chapter seven hundred and seventy-first long memory
The night is silent.
But Yanjing is extremely noisy at night, especially in the bustling urban areas where lights are constantly on.
On the street, the traffic lights are still flashing alternately, young men and women are hugging each other and walking into the restless sound zone, and luxury cars are parked on the side of the road one after another. This is when some people's lives have just begun.
Of course, there are also some young people who are working hard for life. They have coats on their arms and a vegetarian meal in their hands. They take a bite while taking a taxi on the roadside. They have just finished a busy day.
The car drove through streets one after another, passing through restless and busy places, but still did not stop.
Lin Zichen looked at the street scenes along the way and sighed in his heart. It had been an unknown amount of time since he arrived in Yanjing, but he didn't seem to have time to feel the real atmosphere here.
In his mind, the two real encounters with these atmospheres were once when he went to the Antique City to wander and get to know Han Tieding, and the other time when he went to the Shuangli Bar area to find Iron Arm Adams, and now, he doesn’t know
How is that man doing in heaven?
Thinking of this, Lin Zichen smiled bitterly. A person's life is full of experiences, and a warrior's life is even more filled with countless experiences. He meets different people and things, and these people and things are destined to disappear in the long river of his experience over time...
The car slowly stopped in front of a hotel. Lin Zichen got out of the car and looked up. There are many luxury hotels in Yanjing, but even if these luxury hotels are not included, this hotel is at best mid- to high-end. It can be seen that
, In fact, Song Xuewen is relatively low-key.
Although Heiyu has been in the city not long ago, he has seen many luxurious places. When he saw this hotel, he said: "Sir, the Song family has strong financial resources, why don't they live in more high-end places?"
Lin Zichen smiled: "Haha, Song Xuewen himself should be unassuming. He knew that there were people in Yanjing, so he didn't want to make enemies and chose a hotel like this. However, he had calculated this, but he offended me. It's a pity that
Already..."
Yang Qianwu also parked the car and walked over, saying: "Sir, let's go in. I know which room they live in."
"Okay, lead the way."
In the room, Song Xuewen was already sitting in the living room waiting. He put Qian Song's phone in his hand for fear of missing Yang Qianwu's call.
Originally, he planned to take a nap to calm down his mental state, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. His mind was full of things tonight, so he got up after lying down for more than an hour. He didn't even eat dinner, so he just sat here and waited.
On the side, Song Jun was already asleep on the sofa, and he was sleeping deeply, snoring one after another. Qian Song was sitting aside and waiting quietly, with a calm expression on his face.
The cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him had piled up into a small mountain. He snuffed out another one and said, "It's been so long and there's still no news... Qian Song, is there no accident?"
"Mr. Song, don't worry. Although Yang Qianwu is a bit annoying, his strength is what we have seen before, and the reputation of the temple is naturally good. Let's wait for good news."
Song Xuewen sighed after hearing this and nodded: "Hey, I'm really old. If I were young, I might have gone to bed long ago and waited for the news tomorrow morning, but now... I can't fall asleep no matter what. There is no news.
I don’t feel at ease here.”
In fact, Song Xuewen understood that this was not a simple worry. For some reason, he had been worried before Yang Qianwu met him. He always felt that Lin Zichen could have a place in a place like Yanjing, and let Long Chuan Group do so in a short time. It is really not easy for this young man to become a well-known large enterprise in China. Because of this, he vaguely felt that he was a little too motivated. Maybe his decision this time was too hasty. He wanted to bring down Lin Zichen, but maybe it was not what he imagined. so easy……
Qian Song smiled: "Mr. Song, you are used to being cautious, but in my opinion, no matter how strong Lin Zichen is, he is just a boss. At best, he is an entrepreneur. What we are looking for today is a warrior, even if he has bodyguards around him So what?"
"You're right, but in my heart...hey...I hope Yang Qianwu won't let me down. Haha, if money can solve the problem, I would rather pay Yang Qianwu more, as long as he can do it!" Song Xuewen smiled bitterly, said.
"Haha, no matter how much money you give, he will sacrifice his life after receiving the money. It is better to turn back the time and deal with this guy earlier, so that he will not be arrogant in front of you." Qian Song said.
Hearing this, Song Xuewen was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "If I could really turn back time... I think I would rather not provoke the Long Chuan Group, or even have anything to do with them!"
Qian Song suddenly looked at Song Xuewen, feeling inexplicably shocked, but he didn't say anything else.
Taking the elevator to the floor where Song Xuewen lived, Lin Zichen called out to Yang Qianwu.
"Sir, aren't we going in?" Yang Qianwu asked in confusion.
"Haha, of course you have to go in, but you have to go in first, understand?" Lin Zichen said.
Yang Qianwu was stunned, as if he didn't understand what Lin Zichen meant.
"When you go in, the Song family will probably ask you how things are going. Just say it's done and I will go in at the right time." Lin Zichen continued.
Yang Qianwu thought for a while: "Why don't you, sir, just go in and ask them?"
"Just do as you are told. I hope they don't even have room for explanation. Go ahead."
"All right."
Yang Qianwu nodded and walked to the room where Song Xuewen lived.
After knocking on the door several times, Qian Song finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Song, Yang Qianwu is here."
Normally Song Xuewen should be as relieved as Qian Song, but he suddenly felt more nervous, and even his eyes widened, as if the person who was about to appear outside the door was not Yang Qianwu, but Lin Zichen!
Qian Song opened the door, let Yang Qianwu in, and hurriedly brought him to see Song Xuewen. When he saw Yang Qianwu standing in front of him, Song Xuewen hurriedly said: "Mr. Yang, is the matter done?"
Yang Qianwu nodded: "Yes, Mr. Song, Lin Zichen is in my car. I can bring him to see you at any time."
The moment he heard these words, Song Xuewen slumped down on the sofa, and the previous nervousness was finally resolved.
"Dad, I just said it's okay. Look, it's all settled." Song Jun woke up when he heard the sound and rubbed his eyes.
Song Xuewen nodded: "That's good... That's good... Qian Song, let him bring Lin Zichen up. You tell me what I want and let Lin Zichen do it. I'm tired and I'm going to rest." .”
After saying that, Song Xuewen stood up holding on to the table and walked towards the bedroom with great effort. He seemed to be relieved at this moment, but he had no strength. All his strength was used up when he was nervous.
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door again, which made everyone in the room stunned, especially Song Xuewen, whose legs trembled.
"Mr. Song, have you rested so early? Haha, you should at least explain it to me in person, right?" As the voice came in, Lin Zichen also stepped in. Although he had a smile on his face, he could see such a smile in his eyes. , but it seems more terrifying than the angry expression.
Seeing Lin Zichen, Song Xuewen's eyes widened and he couldn't say a word. Yes, all the previous worries were correct. Lin Zichen... was really not simple.
Song Jun shouted: "Nary, Yang Qianwu, you are eating everything inside and out!"
Yang Qianwu didn't take action or speak this time. He knew that Lin Zichen didn't have the authority to speak.
But what surprised him was that this person was actually Lin Zichen, but...how could he be so strong? Could it be that Lin Zichen was a warrior himself?
After Song Jun finished speaking, Lin Zichen curled his fingers and shot a burst of zhenqi at Song Jun's knees. The latter instantly knelt down on one knee, with a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his facial features were displaced from the pain...
"Ah... you... you dare to touch me!"
Lin Zichen snorted coldly: "Move you? Your legs are completely disabled. If you don't believe it, you can go to major hospitals and try. If it can be cured, then you will have a good life."
Qian Song hurriedly stepped forward to support Song Jun and said: "Lin Zichen, I didn't expect you to be a warrior. Humph, but do you really think our Song family is so easy to mess with? If you hurt Young Master Jun, you have to bear the consequences. !”
call out……
Another burst of true energy shot out, and this time it shot directly into Qian Song's mouth as he was speaking. The true energy directly cut off his tongue like a knife.
Qian Song instinctively spat out the broken half of his tongue, and blood spurted out at the same time. Qian Song covered his mouth in pain and rolled on the ground. The sound he made was already beyond the scope of human beings.
Yang Qianwu was dumbfounded, thinking that it was a good thing that he didn't do anything, otherwise it might not be as simple as being disabled. If he had such strength, he might be killed in just a few moves, or... less...
Song Xuewen looked at Lin Zichen blankly, as if his soul was not in his body at all. He didn't even react when Song Jun's legs were crippled.
It had to be said that this night's tension was actually a night of fear. By now, he was completely dumbfounded.
Lin Zichen said: "Song Xuewen, I have no conflict with you, but you have repeatedly provoked me. I, Lin Zichen, can only give you a serious warning. If you dare to offend me again, I will splatter your Song family with blood!"
Song Xuewen looked at Lin Zichen, his eyes still wandering, like a puppet, standing there tremblingly...
Yang Qianwu was also frightened and said: "Lin, Mr. Lin, is it okay for me? Can I leave?"
Lin Zichen turned his head and looked at Yang Qianwu: "Haha, let's go? Why are you so anxious? Don't you keep asking me who I am?"
"I, I know, you are Mr. Lin, the chairman of Longchuan Group, I no longer doubt it."
Lin Zichen shook his head: "No, this is just one of my identities, but you are from the Shentang, so you should know my other identity."
"Another one?" Yang Qianwu looked at Lin Zichen's eyes and felt an inexplicable fear. He didn't even want to have a conversation with him anymore and wanted to leave this place right away. "No, no need, Mr. Lin, I Do not want to know."
After saying that, Yang Qianwu turned around and ran away, but Heiyu stopped him directly: "Mr. Lin hasn't finished speaking, just stay here!"
Lin Zichen smiled: "It's not up to you whether I need it or not. If I weren't stronger than you, you might have kidnapped me long ago, so... I have to at least let you have a longer memory!"