What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

late at night.

In the farmhouse of Kaoshan Village in the suburb of Wangjiang.

Zhang Huairen and a group of senior executives of the Mingjun Group exchanged cups, their upper lips touched their lower lips, and they all said polite words.

No family members were brought to the company dinner, and Fang Moxuan did not come with Zhang Xiaoan.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoan was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, chewing on the big soy sauce bone in his hand, eating it with gusto.

Not far away, Zhang Qingyang was nestling next to Zhang Huairen, enjoying the flattery of those around him.

Since Zhang Huairen arrived, Zhang Qingyang has become a mixed bag in Wangjiang.

However, he was still very low-key in front of Zhang Xiaoan and never thought about flipping the cover.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Zhang Huairen's face turned red after drinking. He walked over to Zhang Xiaoan with a wine glass and sat down: "Why are you drinking alone here?"

"My son lied. I haven't had a sip of wine until now."

Zhang Huairen asked in surprise: "Why don't you drink it?"

"The main thing is that once you come, no one will treat me as a dish, and no one will toast me!"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Huairen laughed heartily, raised his glass and said, "Here, let me toast you."

"Then let's have a drink."

Zhang Xiaoan raised his wine glass and clinked it with him, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Xiaoan might be quite respectable enough to sit and drink with Zhang Huairen.

In fact, Zhang Xiaoan is not particularly happy now.

For so many years, I didn’t say anything about kowtowing to myself, so I just toasted myself with a glass of wine, which was a little bit less polite in terms of etiquette.

Although Zhang Huairen's face was very red, his tone of voice was still clear and he had not yet reached the point of losing his composure.

He put his arm around Zhang Xiaoan's shoulders and said in an easy-going tone: "We met in Hanking. We should be the most familiar people in the Mingjun Group."

"In addition to your relationship with my Qingyang family, is it okay if I call you Xiao'an?"

"Yes, no problem at all." Zhang Xiaoan agreed happily.

"Xiao'an, let me tell you the truth." Zhang Huairen said with the smell of alcohol in his mouth: "I don't know why, but from the first time I saw you, I had a very special feeling."

"How can I put it that way? It's kind of friendly, and a little bit indescribable."

"Maybe it's because I look more friendly to the people." Zhang Xiaoan responded with a smile.

"Xiao'an, where are you from?"

"I'm from Jiang Province, from Sanjiang City."

"I know Sanjiang City. It's not far from Wangjiang." Zhang Huairen asked casually, as if talking about family matters: "How many brothers and sisters do you have at home?"

"My parents died in a car accident a few years ago, and now I am the only one on the household register."

Hearing this, Zhang Huairen had an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

The words fell.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knocking sound outside the window.

Then Zhang Xiaoan saw Zhang Huairen's eyes gradually becoming blurred and his body swaying.

It only lasted less than two seconds.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Huairen fell to the ground first and fainted, followed closely by the people around him, one after another lying on the ground and fainted.

Only Zhang Xiaoan acted as if nothing was wrong. He picked up the wine glass in front of him, slowly brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

This is a very low-level lullaby tune, which is okay for dealing with mortals.

If you want to deal with a boss of Zhang Xiaoan's level, you will probably have to practice for at least tens of thousands of years.

"It's not easy that there are still people who can do magic these days!" Zhang Xiao'an couldn't help but sigh as he hadn't seen a colleague who knew magic for a long time.

You can wait for three to five minutes.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the window.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open violently, and Zheng Dacai walked in with his head held high, glanced at the people lying on the ground, and cursed: "Damn it! You are actually in the mood to eat, drink, and party here, a bunch of stinky idiots!"

"Old guy, get in here!"

Zheng Dacai shouted, and a lame old man walked in outside.

This person is none other than the village chief of Shuanglong Village, Xu Dabao!

He was forcibly taken out of the village by Lin Jiuyao, and the boss behind Lin Jiuyao's security company was none other than Zheng Dacai from the Zheng family!

After being beaten up by the Zhang family in Hanking last time, Zheng Dacai had been holding back a bad breath in his heart. He called Lin Jiuyao back with a phone call.

After learning that Xu Dabao, brought back by Lin Jiuyao, was a mage who knew some magic, Zheng Dacai immediately launched a revenge plan.

Locked in Zhang Huairen who was alone in Wangjiang.

Zheng Dacai pointed to the unconscious people on the ground and asked, "Old man, how long can they be unconscious?"

"About...an hour." Xu Dabao responded timidly.

"Okay, that's enough." Zheng Dacai said with a greeting: "I don't care about others, find Zhang Huairen and take him away!"

After Zheng Dacai finished speaking, he took the lead in looking for Zhang Huairen in the house.

Sitting near the door were Wang Wei, Zhang Qingyang and several senior executives of the Mingjun Group.

Zhang Huairen and Zhang Xiaoan were in the corner of the room.

The light in the corner was dim, and when Zheng Dacai found him, he saw Zhang Xiaoan who was leisurely drinking a small drink.

"Huh..." Zheng Dacai made a confused sound and asked, "Why didn't you faint... Why do you look familiar to me?"

Zhang Xiaoan looked forward without even looking at him.

"Fuck! It's you bastard!"

Zheng Dacai suddenly remembered that he had met Zhang Xiaoan on the plane, and that all the properties sold by the Zhang family were bought by him!

His dislike for Zhang Xiaoan was no less than that of the Zhang family.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they become extremely jealous!

"Boy, we are really on the wrong road! I didn't expect to meet you here! Just in time, let's settle the score!" Zheng Dacai yelled in a hurry.

Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and glanced at him, and asked: "What debts do we have to settle? Do I know you well?"

"What do you think?" Zheng Dacai sneered and said, "Old guy, knock him out and I'll take him away with you."

Xu Dabao took the order, held up his sheep's head staff, stepped forward to stretch his body, and began to knock on the large round wooden table.

"Dong dong dong..."

Zhang Xiaoan closed his eyes and listened quietly: "Well... the sound is not enough to penetrate the ears, please make it louder."

"Boom boom boom!"

"The sound is too muffled, please make it louder!"

Damn it? !

Xu Dabao couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, thinking, can this kid be so resistant?

Sweat dripped from Xu Dabao's forehead and he speeded up the movements of his hands.

"Dong dong dong dong... click!"

Because Xu Dabao used too much force, the sheep's head staff broke when he struck it for the twelfth time!

Faced with the sudden change, Zheng Dacai stood there in a daze.

"The music score is pretty good, but the instrument you're holding is not very good. It needs to be paired with a decent instrument, like the one I'm holding."

As Zhang Xiaoan spoke, he took out a gong and a batting stick from behind his back, like a magic trick.

"Clang!"

Zhang Xiaoan knocked down with a stick. Zheng Dacai and others felt the world spinning, their vision went dark, their legs went weak, and they knelt on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoan sat up straight, pulled his neck and shouted: "Please, God, please~"

"Clang!"

There was another gong sound, and Zheng Dacai and others closed their eyes and fell completely unconscious.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Zheng Dacai and others opened their eyes one after another, then straightened their bodies immediately and took stock of the environment in front of them.

It seems like an abandoned construction site?

"Mr. Zheng, look!"

Someone exclaimed, and Zheng Dacai looked in the direction of his finger.

Zhang Huairen was seen hanging from a beam with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slightly, and it seemed that he was still alive.

Zheng Dacai was stunned and muttered softly: "Fuck...what's going on..."