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

Then, take control of Hengji and let the company go public...

With his step by step, the current Wang Ting is no longer the gangster he used to be slaughtered.

Just when Wang Ting was thinking, the mobile phone in his arms rang a pleasant ringtone.

He retracted his gaze into the distance and answered the phone.

"A Ting, where are you?" Brother Yaowen's low voice came from the other end of the phone.

Brother Yaowen's mood was not right on the phone, Wang Ting's heart moved, but he pretended to be indifferent.

"I'm in the entertainment city. What's the matter, Brother Yaowen, do you want to make an appointment with me?"

"You're busy with business, forget it." Brother Yaowen said, and paused: "A Ting, something happened to Grandpa."

Wang Ting was 'surprised' and said, "What happened?"

"Grandpa is dead."

"what?"

Hearing this sentence, Wang Ting said angrily, "What's going on? Is it the new hand?"

"A Ting, don't be impulsive, things are not what you think."

Brother Yaowen sighed: "Today, Uncle Quan went to Grandpa to discuss the election, but when he arrived at the villa, Grandpa left because of a heart attack."

Wang Ting paused for a while, and then said with a heavy heart, "How could this happen!"

"When I found him, there were heart-saving medicines scattered around him. It seems that he had a heart attack in the middle of the night, and he didn't have time to take the medicine." Brother Yaowen said the more he spoke, the lower his voice was, obviously (good enough) he was also very uncomfortable with Grandpa's death.

"Boy, Afghan treats you well on a daily basis, clean up tomorrow, come to the cemetery to attend Grandpa's funeral, and then send him the last trip to the old man."

"Okay, I see." Wang Ting nodded and asked, "Brother Yaowen, are you alright?"

Brother Yaowen smiled bitterly: "Everyone dies, let alone in our industry, he is even more pessimistic about life and death. I just didn't expect that the old man would leave in such a hurry."

"Hey, don't talk about it, A Ting, see you in the cemetery tomorrow."

"Well, Brother Yaowen, you should also take care of your body." Wang Ting said.

Brother Yaowen squeezed out a smile.

"Stinky boy, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Ting put down the phone, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

He brewed a cup of tea for himself, blew the smoke on it, and sipped gently.

The tea leaves sink under the stirring of warm water, and the taste gradually improves.

Following Wang Ting's tasting, the bitter tea gradually exploded in his taste buds, and an elegant sweetness suddenly filled his palate.

It is the true meaning of drinking tea.

Yes.

Wang Ting laughed.

Great show, it's only just begun.

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 71 Police Network

The next day, Wang Ting got up early.

He asked Michelle to find a black suit for himself, carefully stretched out some folds in front of the mirror, and tidied it up.

Michelle looked at him from the side and sighed, "I didn't expect Grandpa to leave like this."

Wang Ting fastened his tie and said lightly, "As the saying goes, there are unforeseen circumstances. Who can say for sure about this kind of thing."

Michelle looked at him worriedly: "A Ting, are you alright?"

Michelle didn't know the filth of Wang Ting and Grandpa in secret, so in her opinion, Grandpa always supported Wang Ting. Now that Grandpa is dead, she is very worried about Wang Ting's state.

Wang Ting shook his head and said, "Brother Yaowen said yesterday that everyone will die.

What's more, if you are still in our line, you have long regarded life and death. "

Michelle opened her mouth, but said nothing in the end.

Wang Ting smiled slightly, he held Michelle's cheek and kissed, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Michelle nodded and said, "Be careful outside alone. If you encounter any trouble, you can go home and talk to me."

Wang Ting stroked her hair and said softly, "I promise you."

Although she knew that she could not share Wang Ting's worries, Michelle still smiled happily when she heard his promise.

After breakfast, Wang Ting took Michelle to the car and sent her to Wang Bo's door.

After stopping at the door, Wang Ting said, "I'm going to my grandpa's funeral today. I'm afraid I won't have time to come back. You go back first, and I'll pick you up when I'm done."

"Well." Michelle nodded and said, "Then I'll wait for you at home."

After saying that, after the two kissed goodbye, Michelle Yi reluctantly got out of the car.

It was not until he saw her knocking on the door and entering the house that Wang Ting started the car and went to the entertainment city.

Grandpa is Hengji's 'sitting hall' and holds a funeral today, so the entertainment city is not open.

When Wang Ting arrived at the door, Ah Ting Adong and his younger brothers had been waiting for a long time.

After all, today is a big day, not only the younger brother who is watching the entertainment city, but even the bar and snack street have dispatched half of the staff to come to the station.

All black suits are densely filled on the huge sidewalk of the entertainment city. When you look at it suddenly, there is even a shocking feeling.

"Brother Ting."

A Dong trotted to the front of the car and said, "The wreaths are all ready, and our people are here too."

Wang Ting nodded and asked, "What's going on at Xiangtang?"

A Dong was not used to pulling his tie and said, "The obituary was issued last night, and now the old man of Hengji and people with other prefixes are rushing over there."

"Then we have to hurry up." Wang Ting showed a smile: "After all, the one who died was our most respected sitting hall in Hengji. When all the guests arrived, it would be ugly if no one entertained them."

Adong nodded, then shouted behind him.

"Everyone, get in the car and go!"

A few minutes later, a huge motorcade with double flashes started from the entertainment city, plunged straight into the entire street, and rushed towards Xiangtang.

......

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the entrance of Xiangtang.

The door has been filled with all kinds of cars, not only that, but also all kinds of wreaths are placed around the walls.

"Deeply mourn Brother Min through the ages, and Meng Baifo respects him."

"Deeply mourning Grandpa Qiangu, Chen Xiaodao respectfully holds it."

"Sadly mourn Grandpa..."

......

From the elegiac couplet on the wreath, you can see that many local celebrities are related to Grandpa, and there are many people who came to mourn!

Groups of people in suits and black cloth wrapped around their left arms gathered together and chatted.I don't know if it was fake or not, but they all showed pain, and told others how they met Grandpa.

Suddenly, the appearance of a group of people caught their attention.

The leader is the most famous 'Murder Ting', followed by his right-hand man, A Dong and A Xiang.

In the back, there were expressionless thugs who walked into the door with wreaths in their hands.

"Appeared, it's the murderer Ting."

Someone whispered: "I heard that Hengji's 'sitting hall' has recently changed, and he is the highest-voiced competitor."

His companion was stunned and said, "Now that the grandpa 'sitting hall' is dead, isn't he the next 'sitting hall'?"

Hearing their conversation, an old fox shook his head and whispered.

"It's hard to say, Grandpa is dead, but the other three uncles are still there. The murderer Ting has a good reputation, but the background is not a little bit worse than those three uncles!"

......

Wang Ting ignored the whispers of the others, he came to the front of the wall, took the wreath from his younger brother, and then respectfully placed the wreath in the first place.

Left Lian: Deeply mourn the grandfather's age.

Right wing: Wang Ting respectfully pulls.

Some people squeezed out their wreaths when they saw Wang Ting coming.

"Calm down, let's endure this trivial matter. He is a mad dog who dares to provoke Xinji even if he is crazy."

"Yes, it's Hengji's 'sitting in the hall' now, so don't make trouble."

Hearing his companion's persuasion, the man pondered the pros and cons, glared at Wang Ting's back, and then sat down with a gloomy expression.

Grandpa's mourning hall was set up in a conference room. Wang Ting asked his younger brother to wait outside the door to greet the guests, and then led Axiang Adong inside.

As soon as he stepped in the door, Uncle Quan's voice could be heard in his ears.

"Congratulations to Wang Ting from Hengji's family!"

Wang Ting looked around and saw Uncle Quan nodding at him with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa is going well."

After speaking, he respectfully put the incense on the incense burner, and then stood beside Brother Yaowen.

Brother Yaowen's spirit is a little lethargic. After all, he was also a person who ran across the rivers and lakes with his grandpa. It is normal for him to be unable to accept his relationship for so many years.

"Brother Yaowen, did you sleep well last night?"

"How can I fall asleep when such a big thing happens." Brother Yaowen said, took out a black cloth from the table and put it on Wang Ting, then instructed:

"The people that Grandpa used to make are here. There are many big brothers in the Tao. Remember to discipline the younger brother and don't let them cause trouble."

After putting on the black cloth on his left arm, Wang Ting nodded.