94 Gods and Ghosts Two Talents Thirty-six Qis
In Jinling Hotel, Zhou Ximing, who was ferocious in the presidential suite, was like a trapped beast. He tried his best to break free from Xiao Chen's hands and shouted like a madman, "Let go of me, let go of me..."
No one wants to face death easily, especially when it is worthless.
"Let go of him, Xiao Chen." An Mengtang, sitting on the sofa in the living room, said slowly.
Zhou Ximing, who was crazy, suddenly stopped struggling and stared at the calm old man with an unbelievable look on his face. I just drew a gun to kill him. Did you really let yourself go so easily?
After Xiao Chen let go of Zhou Ximing, An Mengtang looked at Zhou Ximing and pointed to the sofa opposite him and said, "Sit down."
The lost man sat carefully behind the sofa, looked at An Mengtang and asked, "An... An Gong, are you really not going to kill me?"
"I only ask you one question, and I only give you one chance." An Mengtang stared at the man and said slowly.
The man suddenly said happily like an amnesty, "Mr. An, you can ask me. I must know everything."
An Mengtang smiled softly and asked, "Who let you kill me?"
An Mengtang has lived for more than 60 years. There are some things that can be guessed even if you don't know. The man in front of him absolutely has no courage to kill himself, so he must have been used. An Mengtang, a game of killing people with a knife, has been practiced for many years. How can he not see the problem?
Zhou Ximing couldn't help hesitating for a moment after hearing this. He was quietly thinking about a problem that made him entangled. Ueda Meiai is not a good person. If he confesses her today, he will definitely be retaliated by her in the future. But if he doesn't say it now, An Mengtang will want his own in an instant. Life.
After weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Ximing looked up at An Mengtang and replied, "An Gong, it's Ueda Meiai of Jiujiu Company. She knew that I was buying baths and bars, so she made a condition to me that as long as I could kill An Gong, she would take me to Japan. An Gong, I really don't want to die. I promised her in no other way.
"Miai Ueda?" An Mengtang muttered, and his face was gloomy and uncertain. Turning around, Ge Maochun turned around him and ordered, "You go to the municipal government and tell Wang Conglin that I will hold a charity dinner in the Sanqian harem three days later, and ask him to invite some political dignitaries for me at that time."
After hearing this, Ge Maochun smiled and looked at the old man and asked, "An Gong, have you decided?"
Although Ge Maochun's time with the old man is not as long as Wu Hei Robe, he has been there for more than ten years. He knows that the old man is calm on the surface and his heart is furious. If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. I have always clearly remembered what An Mengtang said to himself. Seeing An Mengtang nodding, Ge Maochun's mouth showed a playful smile. Nanjing City is getting more and more lively. Of course, the charity dinner is not just charity.
When An Mengtang turned around, he found that Zhou Ximing was looking at himself in a staring and said, "Ximing, you answered very well just now. Don't worry about Shengtang Group for the time being. I will arrange someone else to take over your position. What you have to do now is to go back to Meiai Ueda. As for how to answer yourself, she won't touch you for the time being. After the old man finished speaking, he stared at the man and added, "Remember, this is your last chance."
Zhou Ximing, who escaped from death, took a long breath when he walked out of the presidential suite. He calmed down and smiled on his face. The undercover agent was better than dying.
In the presidential suite, Xiao Chen and An Mengtang face each other.
After looking at each other for a moment, An Mengtang looked at Xiao Chen and said solemnly, "Xiao Chen, you will get what you deserve. I will send someone to pick you up at the charity dinner three days later."
Xiao Chen, sitting on the sofa, smiled and said, "Mr. An, I can't get used to too many scenes. Don't think I'll humiliate you at that time."
"What a shame? The person invited by An Mengtang is even a beggar. Who dares to laugh at him? Although the old man said this with a smile, Xiao Chen felt a self-respecting momentum in the old man's body. In Nanjing, An Mengtang is the emperor, the emperor who hides but does not reveal.
After chatting for a while in the living room, Xiao Chen said goodbye and left. It was already six or seven o'clock in the evening when I returned to the gate of the campus of Nanjing University. I wanted to go to Zhang Qiuling's place to talk to the woman, but I remembered Tang Wu not long ago. My mind was suddenly confused. After two mouthfuls of rice in the canteen, I went back to Chunhua Building.
Lying on **, lit a cigarette, he was as happy as a fairy, staring at the roof that was no longer white. Thinking about the charity dinner three days later, the picture drawn by the old man kept appearing in his mind. Thirty-six people. The old man said that they were all friends, but he had not seen him for more than 20 years since he was born. They have visited the old man, and what is it for? Is it because of the ancestral disaster of the Xiao family?
When thinking about it, I can't help but think of the old man Youchuan, who always wears a Zhongshan suit and holds a grease rhubarb umbrella. That guy is also a demon-level figure. Although he can't be compared with the old man, he is also an amazing character, but I don't know if he is one of the old man's thirty-s thirty-six friends. If it's a calculation, you must ask about it when you see Youchuan in the future.
The sound of opening the door interrupted Xiao Chen's thoughts. Wang Gui, who was tired, returned to the dormitory and sat **. Seeing Xiao Chen in a daze, he couldn't help asking, "Xiao Chen, what are you thinking about? Look at your frown."
"I'm thinking about a painting." Xiao Chen replied softly.
"What painting? Say it and listen to it." Wang Gui couldn't help but be interested. Although this man is not as obsessed with antique calligraphy and painting as An Mengtang, he is also a complete enthusiast.
After hearing this, Xiao Chen slowly appeared the content of the painting in his mind and muttered, "There are thirty-six young men and women in that picture gathered on a smoky mountain peak. There is a fresh sunrise in the east of the mountain, and the west wind of the mountain has a setting sun. The thirty-six people in the words are also very strange. They are all wearing some ancient costumes, and their movements are not the same. Some people play the piano, some dance swords, some drink tea, some drink, some look at the sky behind their backs, some sit cross-legged, some laugh, and some cry..."
Xiao Chen spoke very slowly, as if the scene appeared in his eyes.
Wang Gui listened quietly, and the look on his face had changed several times. In his three-month Taoist career in Qingyang Palace in Qingcheng Mountain, Wang Gui once heard Youshan say it, but it was far from as detailed as Xiao Chen said, but Wang Gui knew one thing from the mouth of Youshan.
"Wang Gui, the old man in my family said that the thirty-six people in the painting are his friends, and I often think, why don't those thirty-six people go to see him? Who are the thirty-six people in the painting? Unexpectedly, they are all friends of the old man, and none of them come to see him. These people are really interesting. At the end of Xiao Chen's words, he couldn't help laughing and continued, "Many years ago, I thought the old man had no friends. He was just enjoying flowers and drinking all day. It was not until I was 14 years old that I knew that the old man also had friends, and it was thirty-six, but it only appeared in the old man's landscape painting. However, why didn't those people come when the old man died? ......”
Wang Gui's words interrupted Xiao Chen's words, "I heard what the Taoist priest Youshan said when I was in Qingyang Palace."
"What are you talking about?"
"Thirty-six wonders, two geniuses."
A shocking word made Xiao Chen, who was in his memory, stared at Wang Gui closely, and his only right eye was dazzling.
PS: Next week, I will make up for the insufficient chapters of this week's outbreak. I can't help it. Now it's really weak. I can only update twice a day, but next week's will continue to break out for a few days.