Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Mr. Yan is holding a very special meeting.

He has relationships with many big families, and he usually makes a lot of efforts to network, which will provide a lot of convenience for him to gain power in the future.

While Mr. Yan was talking to someone in an online conference, one of his men came to report and whispered something in his ear.

Mr. Yan's expression suddenly changed and he reached out to turn off the microphone.

After hearing the whole thing, a depressed and irritable expression appeared on his face.

That look seemed to say: How could this happen to me?

After a while, he regained his composure, stretched out his hand to wave away his subordinates, activated the conference call function on his laptop again, hurriedly said sorry to the other party, and quickly logged off the line as a last resort.

After the laptop screen dimmed, Mr. Yan finally stood up from the chair with difficulty on crutches, and then quickly walked out of the study.

The people with Canberly took them to a small bungalow in the city. This was indeed a place that Lancer and Gin had never been to.

Lancer curled his lips slightly: "The cunning rabbit has three burrows. It is indeed a good habit developed by everyone in the organization."

The door of the bungalow was opened from the inside. After hearing what the leader said, the servant lowered his head and stepped aside, allowing several cars to drive into the yard of the bungalow.

When they got out of the car, Ley and Vodka opened the car door and moved Canberly out of the trunk.

When they looked at the residence, they did not realize that the two people in the car did not get out of the car in time.

If they looked back now, they would probably see a hand slipping from the car window.

Just like the scene in Titanic with the protagonist in the car, it's very artistic.

"It's a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle. This is really a good place hidden away from the city. What do you think?" Rai wiped the blood that he accidentally got from Canberly on his hand with the handkerchief he brought with him, and turned to look .

I saw Gin and Lancer just getting out of the car.

Lancer's hair was a little messy, and he was combing his hair with his hands.

Realizing that Rai was looking at him, the man hummed belatedly, looked at him with his deep eyes, and asked innocently: "What's wrong?"

Huh, what's wrong?

He should have asked this first.

Rai thought.

It only lasted a minute or two, and I still had time to hit a burp. It was really amazing!

As long as Lancer is a woman who loves to wear lipstick, Rai would have to laugh at him for putting lipstick on Gin's face.

Unfortunately, Gin was still expressionless as usual, which made Rai feel bored.

Mr. Yan received the group of them in the living room of the bungalow. Perhaps he was afraid that his expensive carpet would be stained, so when he came in, the floor was bare and awkward.

Lancer couldn't help but feel a little disdainful.

It seemed that this guy knew exactly what Canberly had done, and he was just trying to get lucky to see if he could get rid of Gin.

Not a toy!

Mr. Yan appeared in front of him, and Gin didn't bother to say anything to him. He just let Vodka throw Canbery onto the smooth floor, throwing it away as casually as trash.

Mr. Yan asked with a dark face: "What do you mean?"

Gin didn't mince words with him, and sat on a chair in the living room, acting like a creditor who came to collect money.

"I'm too lazy to talk in circles with you. Canberly reached out to my territory, united with a traitor and gathered your men to deal with me. I don't know about this, Mr. Yan, do you know?"

Mr. Yan immediately raised the crutch in his hand and hit Canberly hard.

"I don't know, what did this rip-off thing do? I didn't get any information at all!"

As he said that, as if he couldn't understand his hatred, he kicked the other party hard several times with his not very nimble feet.

Ghost letter!

The formula of the drug has probably flowed into Mr. Yan's hands, but this is also a good opportunity.

If the relationship between him and Rum could be caught, it would not be impossible to solve both problems in one fell swoop.

Seeing that his excitement did not attract much attention from Gin and the others, they kept looking at him as if they were watching a vaudeville show. Mr. Yan felt like a clown. In the end, he could only stab the cane hard in the face. This is used to vent anger on the ground.

Lancer couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Yan, there is no need to be angry. I guess that people like Canberly, who work in secret, are probably doing things secretly without telling you. However, it is true that Gin's hard work has been ruined. I don't know how Mr. Yan plans to compensate. What about us?"

When it came to interests, Mr. Yan immediately seemed to be a different person and sat down calmly.

Lancer was already cursing in his heart: This old man! What kind of wishful thinking do you want to make?

After a moment of silence, Mr. Yan said: "It's not that I want to default on the debt, but Gin's behavior itself is a violation of the boss's order. The organization has not yet planned to re-instruct people to study that drug, but Gin secretly established The institute completely regards that gentleman’s prohibition as nothing. If I tell that gentleman about this, I’m afraid..."

The unfinished words actually convey a threat.

Mr. Yan's reaction was reasonable, but neither Lancer nor Gin were willing to suffer.

Gin crossed his legs, clasped his hands together, and said to Mr. Yan scornfully like a gangster brother: "So, am I not negotiating with you? If the terms you offer can satisfy me, I will give you that I’ll tell you the true formula of this medicine.”

The real recipe…

This should be considered a great temptation.

Even the people at the institute only have the antidote to poison like APTX4869.

Mr. Yan was a little moved.

After thinking carefully, Mr. Yan put both hands on the crutches, stood up and said to Gin: "I want to take a step to talk. I want to talk to you alone."

In just half an hour, Gin's conversation with Mr. Yan was over.

Judging from the man's expression when he left the bungalow, he was probably satisfied with the result.

No one in the car asked about this matter. Vodka felt the deathly silence in the car, so he had the courage to ask: "Brother, what did that old man say to you?"

Lancer pricked up his ears and deliberately didn't look at Gin's face.

However, the hand he placed on his lap was stuffed with an apple by Gin, which he probably just picked from the fruit plate in the living room of the bungalow.

Lancer didn't expect him to do such a thing and couldn't help laughing.

"Nothing, just telling me where the people who deserve to be killed are hiding, that's all."