The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

"The old man wants to see Irons. What does it have to do with me, Rande?"

The rippling red wine slowly calmed down. The brown-haired man sitting opposite looked at him and said casually: "Knock the second young master unconscious and send him back to the manor."

"!!" He glanced at the man opposite, whose blue eyes could make people surrender just by raising his gaze slightly. He seemed to be gentle and gentle.But the experience of many fights made Rande give up the idea of ​​knocking this man out with a stick, and he leaned back on the leather sofa, "I will go back after watching a game tomorrow."

"Modify the plane's departure time."

"Okay, Master Owen."

Ou En looked at the same neon lights and looked back boredly.

It is really a city like a tomb, lifeless.

At the Dark Blue Cafe at night, soothing violin music floated in the hall. Shen Xingge sat under the European-style chandelier and looked at the man opposite who was wearing a peaked cap and a scarf that almost covered half of his face.

But from his slightly depressed brows, you can also feel that this person's state at this time is completely different from the unruly and unruly person in the bar.

Shen Xingge quickly found the live interview of the Planet Cup on his mobile phone, and pressed pause after finding the target candidate.

Zhuang Ran took the phone and looked at it for a while, the depression between his brows became more serious: "This is not him."

Although they looked very similar, from just those few shots, he was able to confirm that the person in the picture was not Rand.

"Yeah, what about this one?"

When the progress bar was pulled up, it showed the battle between Shen Xingge and Lande.

Zhuang Ran frowned, "Where is he now?"

Shen Xingge said bluntly: "After the competition, I left."

Zhuang Ran refused to give up, "What about his twin brother?"

Shen Xingge raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle tone: "The person you are looking for does not have a twin brother."

"Who is the other person?" Zhuang Ran already had a bad premonition.

"I think it would be more convenient for you to communicate with him yourself about this matter. Why don't you call him now and ask him to come over."

Shen Xingge took the phone back and flexed her palms. She was going to wait for Lande to come over, put a sack on his head, and let him see how there were so many stars spinning in the dark night!

"I don't have his contact information," Zhuang Ran shook his head. When he met Lan De, this man was alone and had nothing. A mobile phone he bought was also left behind, and there was also a card without a password. of bank cards.

"He left a bank card behind when he left."

Zhuang Ran took out his bank card, his arms shaking a little.

Shen Xingge snorted. After eating this set of Land, the scumbag who threw the card was very skilled. However, since the little prince of this bar can't be contacted, then there is no way to beat people today.

The black sack in his hand was put back into his backpack. It was a pity that such a beautiful sack couldn't be worn on Rand's head.

"Since you know him, please return this card to him the next time you meet him." Zhuang Ran left the bank card and stood up to leave.

"You're already here, why don't we talk about cooperation?"

Zhuang Ran stopped and said, "I will not become a star."

In this era, people like him are destined to hide in the sun.

Shen Xingge nodded. If she were a heartless person, she would definitely convince the man in front of her that she was handsome and talented. If she went her way, she would be the king of heaven. If she went the other way, her sexual orientation would be exposed and trigger a wave of public opinion.

Therefore, no matter whether it is good or bad, the company can earn traffic as long as it does not care about one's own life or death.

"Would you like to think about doing it behind the scenes?"

"Behind the scenes?"

"Such as technical guidance or something like that, someone else may need to talk to you about the details."

Zhuang Ran pursed his lips and said, "I will think about it."

Then the person quickly left the cafe.

"Your bank card!"

I looked at the bank card and saw that it didn’t have a password. Why not just steal the money?

The silver cards do not have the usual names of the four major banks.

Shen Xingge took it and looked at it carefully. After seeing a series of familiar letters, the card was bent.

10 minute later.

Shen Xingge stared at the family logo on the computer screen: the Rothschild family.

What a disaster that will last for thousands of years.

Shen Xingge's eyes turned cold as he looked at the 1 million slip of money that was paid to the truck driver. If someone with some status in Rose Childree intervened and got Wang Long out of a small prison in Bei'an City, It is indeed not a difficult task, but why does Wang Long know people from the Rothschild family?

"Xie Jinchen, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"bad news."

"Forget it, let me tell you the good news first." The computer screen in front of him gradually turned off, "I know who is behind the truck driver who arranged the collision."

"Yeah." Xie Jinchen poured a hard candy into his mouth.

"Here's the bad news I have to say about the Rothschild family."

The sweetness in his mouth melted away, and his voice did not rise and fall, "It's okay, not too bad."

?She still underestimated the power behind Xie Meiren, "OK, I feel relieved when you say that."

Shen Xingge quickly called up a page of information, "Let's start with the lobby manager."

This money was transferred through the hands of this person. If you follow the clues, you can always find out the person.

The wine glass in Ouen's hand was put down, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

"I learned a saying in China, the left eye means wealth, the right eye means disaster. Ern Rothschild, your right eye just jumped, you are going to be unlucky."

"Dick, take the second young master back to the manor." The man gently wiped his fingertips, "Now."

"Earn Rothschild..."

"Click." Cold handcuffs, red lips sealed by tape.

Ten minutes later, a private jet appeared on the skyscraper, leaving behind a roar of engines before disappearing.