Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao waited for a long time in Zhou Junwang's small villa.

Zhou Junwang spoke first: "Why is such a busy person here?"

Jing Yuanzhao leaned back on the sofa, holding a clean glass ashtray in his hand, flicking it from time to time.

It wasn't played well, and the cigarette ashes fell on the sofa.

The black velvet sofa with a layer of gray looks very conspicuous.

"Come to see you." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Zhou Junwang: "Can your family members make an appointment to talk together? Do we have to talk separately?"

Then he said, "Don't hold the shit basin for me, I didn't do anything."

"If you have any evidence, I will arrest you right now and charge you with ten or eight crimes..." Jing Yuanzhao blew out a smoke ring carelessly.

"I believe you will. So, I really didn't do anything." Zhou Junwang spread his hands and smiled, picked up the cigarette case and took out a cigarette and lit it.

He sat down on the sofa opposite.

Jing Yuanzhao finished smoking a cigarette and did not continue to light it. He just said: "I warned my uncle before, but now I am warning you. Mr. Zhou, stop fighting, you can't win."

Zhou Junwang took a deep breath from the cigarette, and his lungs felt painful, stuffy, and hot, making him feel as if he was suffocating for a moment.

A strand of his neatly combed hair was loose and hanging on his eyelashes, adding a shadow to his pupils.

"When you chase a woman, you only think about your own methods, but never consider what she needs?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

Zhou Junwang: "Maybe she doesn't need a man like you."

"You are wrong, she only needs me. No one can do it except me." Jing Yuanzhao said, "My uncle can't do it either, so you are worse."

"You are too arrogant." Zhou Junwang said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Tell the truth. I admire you very much, Zhou Junwang. East China is such a big place, it can accommodate the military government, and it can also accommodate your Youth Gang. I hope you will be the leader."

Zhou Junwang blew out the smoke, and the mist shrouded him: "I must be the leader."

"Then do your job well and don't steal my woman. I won't be as kind to you as I was to my uncle. If there is a next time, you will die." Jing Yuanzhao said.

There was a noise at the door.

Zhou Junwang stood up immediately and walked to the door, with Jing Yuanzhao following behind him.

Jing Yuanzhao's adjutant Tang Bai threw a man into Zhou Junwang's yard.

There was a bloody hole on the man's head, but his eyes were wide open.

Zhou Junwang's face darkened.

Jing Yuanzhao walked out from behind him and patted his shoulder: "I found the person who plotted against Zhu Zhuer.

Unfortunately, you may know this person. There's no need to thank me, I'll put this on your record for the time being. Next time, your brain will blossom. "

Zhou Junwang stood quietly, motionless.

After Jing Yuanzhao left, Zhou Junwang came to his senses and asked someone to clean up the body, and asked the servants to ventilate the living room.

The person who died was not one of his men, but a clerk he knew from the city hall, who happened to have some connections in the newspaper industry.

Things changed hands in two ways. Neither Zhou Junwang nor Sheng Rouzhen had any direct relationship, and the Jing family had nothing to do with them.

"It was done so urgently and so steadily, but it still failed." Zhou Junwang poured himself a glass of wine and sipped it slowly.

The sky became darker, layers of black clouds pressed down, the air seemed to become thinner, and Zhou Junwang's chest felt suffocating.

He couldn't breathe.

It's going to rain again.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, it rained heavily.

In the rosin courtyard, there is a rich fragrance of fried melon seeds.

Cheng Sanniang came to see Yan Xin, and Mrs. Cheng made a pastry for her. There were a lot of fried melon seeds in it, which was crispy and sweet.

"...I want to give you the stock money."

Cheng Sanniang said that she had a dance hall before. The venue was small and old, and she closed it for a while for renovations.

Because the building in Nanwan collapsed, Cheng Sanniang needed to absorb a lot of things eliminated by Hall Master Wan, so she renovated the previous song and dance hall.

She bought two nearby shops and opened them up and down, tripling the space.

Cheng Sanniang wants to give Yan Xin half of her shares.

Yan Xin plans to pay.

"You give me three big yellow croakers." Cheng Sanniang said, "You will help me with the rest. I plan to support two singers recently. You can help me see who has better energy."

Yan Xin: "..."

Several popular singers quickly came to her mind. Their looks, ages, and when they were popular. She read about it in the newspaper.

"Okay, if Sister Cheng trusts me, I'll take a look for you." Yan Xin said with a smile.

When Cheng Sanniang said this, she stopped talking.

Yan Xin saw that her face darkened and she seemed to have something to say, so she sent the servant out and asked her alone: ​​"What's wrong with Sister Cheng?"

Cheng Sanniang: "Actually, I can turn a blind eye or close my eyes. However, this matter is related to Jiang Mansion, so I want to tell you in advance.

My song and dance hall has recruited a new group of dancers. You also know that the dancer is just a step, getting lower and lower as you go.

No one has ever made such easy and quick money and can go back to work as a female worker in a factory. In a year or two, the new person replaces the old person, and the dance is no longer popular, and it starts to fall. "

Yan Xin: "I understand."

"There is a dancer who applied for a job. She is pretty and round. My managers all think she can do it, and they want to praise her." Cheng Sanniang added.

Yan Xin's heart suffocated.

She asked first: "Are they my fifth younger siblings?"

"You know?" Cheng Sanniang smiled, "I thought you didn't know. The song and dance hall will open in a few days. They have been studying these days. Fu Rong is very talented..."

Yan Xin was silent.

In this life, Fu Rong changed her path and made money for the fifth young master Jiang Huitong.

Of course, the final direction of this road is also the road she took in her previous life. Cheng Sanniang has already made it clear. But Fu Rong couldn't bear it any longer, so she hanged herself.

She died young, less than twenty-five years old.

Yan Xin thought that Fu Rong would be like the eldest mistress, asking for a chance to survive and secretly planning for her.

She also tried hard to wake up Fu Rong and ask Fu Rong to be careful.

The result is still the same.

Yan Xin thought of an old saying: "It's hard to persuade a devil to die with good words, but it's hard to save someone with great mercy."

——If this person cannot work hard in adversity, it will be difficult for others to save her.

"I will have a chat with her." Yan Xin said to Cheng Sanniang, "I will tell you the result later. If she has made up her mind, there is nothing I can do about it. This is her own path."

the last time.

Speak more clearly. But the choice still belongs to Fu Rong, and Yan Xin cannot make any decisions for her.

"I am not short of someone, please advise her. As long as there is a second way out, there is no need to take this path." Cheng Sanniang said.

He added, "This bowl of rice doesn't taste good either. If you don't have the skills you have practiced since childhood, you won't be able to handle it."

Yan Xin: "Sister Cheng is kind-hearted."

"Because she is from your side." Cheng Sanniang said.

Yan Xin thanks.

When the rain stopped, Cheng Sanniang left from Songxiangyuan, packing a few snacks to take away. She said that the dim sum made by Mrs. Cheng was delicious and much better than the cook over there.

"Go to the Fifth Young Master's place and see if the couple are at home. If they are, just ask the Fifth Young Master to come for dinner and say that I got a big new fish and make delicious braised fish." Yan Xin said to Bai Shuang. .

Bai Shuang said yes.