Take the Job: the Hero Starts from Being the Most Fierce

Or think that the future is the world of young people.

Desperately develop forces, expand contacts, and then run for the 'sit in the hall'.

and then?Of course not then.

It's the same script every time.

In the days leading up to the voting convention, those candidates are always 'killed' for a variety of reasons.

Either he walked home drunk and was killed by a knife, or the brakes of the car failed, and he rushed off the cliff with his younger brother.

At first, these hall masters thought that they were too proud and capsized in the gutter, but after such a series of incidents, even the fools realized that something was wrong.

Tian Jiu poured a plate of meat rolls into the hot pot, and after stirring it casually, he sighed: "Young people are so arrogant, let's not talk about Billy, Wang Ting is in his prime recently, if he dies, he will make money. Everything can be done for someone else's wedding dress."

"Who said it wasn't."

Mawei threw him a cigarette, then lit one by himself, took a deep breath, and said, "The old ghost has served three consecutive terms, and each term has made a lot of money, hey, Brother Ming will have another term. 'Sitting in the pavilion' for nine years."

Tian Jiu said: "Mawei, do you really think Brother Min will win this time?"

"if not?"

The ponytail stirred the contents of the pot, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No matter how cunning Wang Ting is like a ghost, as long as he still fantasizes about being a 'pavilion' by voting, he will never escape the palm of the old ghost."

Tian Jiu frowned and thought.

With a bang, it turned out that Mawei opened several bottles of beer.

The latter piled a stack of beer on the table, shook his hand, and said impatiently, "What do they do? Today our goal is to drink. Come on, I'll do it first."

Said, Mawei directly picked up a bottle of beer and blew on the bottle.

Seeing this scene, Tian Jiu also smiled and took out a bottle of beer.

"Come on, don't go home tonight if you don't get drunk."

......

After returning to the entertainment city, Wang Ting received a call from Brother Yaowen.

After a few simple chats, Wang Ting hung up the phone and frowned.

In fact, when he was chatting with those big brothers Hengji earlier, he felt their absent-mindedness, and just now, brother Yaowen's mood on the phone was also very abnormal.

All kinds of things, there is quite a feeling that the mountains and rains are about to come and the building is full of wind.

Something is not quite right.

Wang Ting instinctively noticed a trace of incongruity.

Just when he was worried, Michelle walked into the office.

Today, Michelle tied her hair into a ponytail and wore a delicately tailored black and white casual dress.

The round neck of the top reveals a beautiful white collarbone, and the gray short skirt is matched with black cotton socks, just right to weigh out the pair of Xin's long legs.

Beneath her legs were a pair of elegant white leather boots, which accompanied her as she walked, like a quirky goblin who suddenly descended into this world.

Michelle walked behind Wang Ting, stretched out her slender hand to squeeze his shoulder, and said softly, "Dad said that he wants to have dinner with us tonight, are you alright tonight?"

Wang Ting showed a smile.

He grabbed Michelle's hand like lightning, and said, "My father-in-law wants to see him, and I also want to push away the big things."

Hearing his address to Wang Bo, Michelle's cheeks flushed, and she gently patted Wang Ting's restless hand.

After rubbing his ears for a while, Wang Ting called Luo Xiaoniu to get him ready for the car, and then called Manager Sun.

"Brother Ting, what are your orders?" The entertainment city's business has always been good. When Manager Sun answered the phone, the environment was very noisy, and his breathing was a little short, obviously very busy.

"Manager Sun, please ask someone to go to the bar to get me two bottles of A-grade red wine." Wang Ting smiled and said, "I'm going to meet a very important person tonight. What kind of red wine."

"Uh."

Hearing Wang Ting's words, Manager Sun said cautiously, "Brother Ting, I don't know what that person is related to you?"

"An elder."

"Okay, I see." Manager Sun hung up the phone after he finished speaking. After a while, he came to the office with two wooden boxes.

"Brother Ting, according to your instructions, I have selected two A reds, the 95 Valandru. The brewing craftsmanship of this year has been lost, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an orphan. It is very layered. Rich, very suitable for experienced people to taste.”

Manager Sun paused and opened the second wooden box.

"This A red is Mouton 99. Regardless of the later vintage, it was a famous wine that appeared in "WineSpectator". Mouton Chateau is known for its long aftertaste, which is very suitable for pre-dinner and post-dinner tasting."

Wang Ting nodded and said, "Sure enough, there are two brushes, Manager Sun, you did a good job."

"Brother Ting is highly praised." Manager Sun showed a reserved smile.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ting grabbed the two wooden boxes and got into the car. Michelle pinched his back and blamed him.

"Okay, the gift for my dad is for others to choose and do it in front of me, do you not take me seriously?"

Wang Ting gave her a fierce kiss on the face, raised his eyebrows, and said, "If you dare to tell the truth, the Lord will not spare you in the evening."

Michelle snorted twice and stopped talking.

As for Luo Xiaoniu, when they were chatting, he kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, and said nothing.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Wang Bo's house, and the two knocked on the door.

After the door opened, Wang Bo first hugged Michelle, then glanced at the red wine in Wang Ting's hand, surprised.

"A Ting, do you know red wine too?"

Wang Ting laughed and said, "Just a little, a little."

Hearing his words, Michelle rolled her eyes quietly and said nothing.

After Wang Bo opened a bottle of red wine, he poured a third of it for him and himself, then sat on the table and said casually.

"A Ting, how is the gravel factory?"

Wang Ting said with a smile, "Thanks to Uncle Wang's blessing, it's done well."

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine."

Wang Bo lit a cigar and asked casually.

"A Ting, have you met Uncle Hao recently?"

Wang Ting's heart moved, and he knew that the drama was coming.

Although he and Uncle Hao met privately, the sand and gravel factory's actions were too great to hide from others.

However, Wang Ting didn't want to hide it at all.

He said: "Well, I talked with Uncle Hao about something, and the sand and gravel factory also established a cooperative relationship with him - Uncle Wang won't be angry?"

Wang Bo narrowed his smile and said, "It's all a family, you're getting better and better, I'm happy 120 before it's too late."

After speaking, he asked, "Is there nothing else besides the sand and gravel factory?"

Wang Ting looked at him: "I don't understand what Uncle Wang said."

Wang Bo looked at him with a half-smile, and then said to Michelle.

"Daughter, go to my bedroom and find a box of cigars."

Michelle snorted, knowing that her father was going to talk to Wang Ting about some secret things, and left with interest.

After Michelle left, Wang Bo said: "Uncle Hao is a guy who can't see a rabbit but not a hawk. You must have agreed to some conditions, right? For example... become a 'sitting hall' and control the entire Hengji."

According to Wang Bo's understanding of Uncle Hao, only when Wang Ting stands at the height of the 'sit in the hall' can it be of use to Uncle Hao.

Wang Ting smiled and said, "I really can't hide anything from Uncle Wang."

As he said that, he told Wang Bo one by one the agreement he had made with Uncle Hao.

After Wang Bo listened, he looked at Wang Ting in a complicated way.

"If you want to become a 'sit hall', it's not the kind of small things you used to be able to succeed. Are you really sure?"

Wang Ting smiled confidently.

Wang Bo asked anxiously, "How sure are you?"

Wang Ting said lightly, "Ten percent."

......

After leaving Wang Bo's house, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

After returning to the villa, after Wang Ting accompanies Michelle to sleep, he left the bedroom and went to the study.

After a while, the figure of Luo Xiaoniu came to the door.

Wang Ting said lightly: "Xiao Niu, go to Adong's side to pick up a group of swordsmen during this time."

"Yes." Luo Xiaoniu said solemnly.

At the same time, my heart moved, seeing Brother Ting like this, it seemed that he was about to start.

Wang Ting paused and said, "You practice well and wait for my order at any time. Did you hear it?"

"Understood." Luo Xiaoniu replied succinctly.

Wang Ting nodded, he turned his head and looked at the dark night sky through the window of the study.

[-]% of what he told Wang Bo was not bragging.

In fact, from the very beginning, he used canvassing as a cover-up.Wang Ting's real idea was to prepare a group of swordsmen and find an opportunity to kill Billy and Grandpa.

He doesn't like to play on other people's game rules. If he really plays, he will do it according to his own rules.

In this world, whoever is ruthless will dominate.

Not tough enough?Very simple, eradicate him.

PS: Ask for a wave of flowers, ask for a wave of monthly tickets, ask for a wave of evaluation tickets, and ask for various data in an infinite loop.......... ...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... ............

Chapter 65 Grandpa, you can't forget your roots!