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Since the last meeting with the Meng family to reach an agreement, Qian Shucheng has never had any contact with Meng Yanzhao.The two parties seemed to have never experienced that conversation, and the Meng family did not mention the exchange terms they wanted after doing that favor.Only Meng Junchen, like before, likes to hang out with Qian Shucheng when he is free.On the contrary, class monitor Song Jinyu has been very busy and hasn't seen each other for a long time, and even missed all the recent classes.

In fact, when he didn't meet with other identities, Song Jinyu's impression was really just like his name. He didn't look like he grew up in a pile of money at all, and his gestures were full of books.But now that this layer of window paper has been pierced, I suddenly feel that this person seems to have been around Qian Shucheng meaningfully from the very beginning.

Qian Shucheng's identity didn't matter, what those students thought when they first entered school was actually Qian Shucheng's real situation.But in such a realistic environment, how did Song Jinyu know that there was Murong Ling behind Qian Shucheng?Don't say that it can be seen from the temperament, Qian Shucheng has no temperament, it is more like a ruffian.

Some things couldn't bear careful scrutiny, but no matter how much Qian Shucheng and Meng Junchen thought about it, they couldn't come to a conclusion.

But Murong Ling seldom went out like a retired veteran cadre, just like he was recuperating at home during the Chinese New Year, except that occasionally Chu Yunxi would bring the doctor to walk around and there was no visitor.

As for the meeting time with the Meng family, I finally confirmed with Qian Shucheng before giving the final answer to the Meng family. Murong Ling said that he would bring Qian Shucheng with him, so he wouldn't find the time inappropriate and ended up not bringing such lameness. reason.

"Aren't you afraid that the Meng family will play tricks?" Qian Shucheng finally couldn't hold back and asked this sentence. He was not afraid that Murong Ling would forget about it, but he was simply curious about how the two parties who calculated each other had such a big deal. trust?

Murong Ling thought it was nothing, and patiently explained to Qian Shucheng: "At present, it seems that many people really want my life, but this 'many people' does not include the Meng family."

Qian Shucheng was puzzled: "Then why did Zhang Ming..."

Murong Ling: "Zhang Ming is nothing to worry about. If he was in good health, the Meng family would never let him have the opportunity to enter the banquet hall. I even suspect that he is being calculated to touch those things."

Qian Shucheng broke into cold sweat and said, "It's not possible."

Murong Ling smiled and looked at Qian Shucheng: "Of course not, there are so many calculations."

Qian Shucheng felt that every time he finished talking with Murong Ling, his IQ would be despised.It's also strange, as long as he chats with Murong Ling, his mind will automatically stop.

He coughed in disguise, and said, "Didn't you say that the Meng family wants something from you? Are you not afraid of design?"

Murong Ling stroked Qian Shucheng's hair, and the soft fleshy hair stirred with an itchy palm. Not only was the itching not dry at all, but it was very comfortable. He rubbed it hard a few times before withdrawing his hand.

"I'm not a child, what are you doing all the time rubbing my hair!" Qian Shucheng remembered that when he hid back, Murong Ling's hand had already been withdrawn, and in the end he could only protest verbally.

"Well, it's not small." Murong Ling smiled happily, and didn't even pay attention to rubbing his fingers twice as if reminiscing, and then said with emotion, "I've grown into an adult."

Qian Shucheng scratched his hair a few times to smooth out the mess: "The Meng family can be trusted for the time being, right?"

Murong Ling watched as the traces he left on his black hair were erased little by little, and looked away calmly: "Just be careful, at least the Meng family won't kill you, that's enough. And they I also chose Nangang to dispel doubts, and Nangang is my people. The enemy of an enemy is a friend, and at least our current goal is the same."

Qian Shucheng frowned subconsciously.

Murong Ling was surprised to find that he actually wanted to push away those two lines that shouldn't have appeared. In his impression, people in their early twenties should be youthful and wanton, even though he has never been youthful and wanton.

However, such a sudden idea quickly disappeared without a trace, and the short-term abnormality did not have too much influence. He smiled, and he didn't know if he was laughing at his childish whim or something else

The Meng family's choice of Nangang naturally has the Meng family's consideration.

Nangang is not actually a port, but a place similar to a transfer station.It seems that there are many people there, but it is just one of the many warehouses under the Murong Group, but Nangang is also the safest one among the many warehouses.Except that most of the outer layers are old employees who have worked for many years, the inner layer is full of "tomb" people.

This is also the sincerity shown by the Meng family in negotiating with Murong Ling, although everyone knows that the Meng family can't really go to the other party's chassis alone like this.

Meng Junze still stood in front of the table, talking to his father about the arrangement just like every time he reported to work.

"Dad, Murong Ling responded that we think there is no problem, so he is fine."

Meng Youzhao responded: "Understood, get ready on your side."

Meng Junze: "Is Grandpa going?"

Meng Youzhao: "Your grandfather won't go."

Meng Junze hesitated again and then said: "Isn't the grandfather Murong Ling was going to meet with before? If grandpa doesn't go, will he..."

Meng Youzhao waved his hand to interrupt: "No."

Seeing this, Meng Junze could only give up, but kept frowning slightly.

Meng Youzhao put his hands on his chin, stared at Meng Junze and said, "Have you seen Han Yue recently?"

Meng Junze was puzzled: "Isn't he staying with Murong Ling temporarily? I haven't seen him since he left the team. What's wrong?"

Meng Youzhao nodded: "A Ling told me to prepare some people in the dark, and you can arrange it directly. How to arrange it, and where it will be arranged, you can contact Pan Shirong."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Junze immediately sensed the information hidden in it, and looked at his father with some surprise: "Murong Ling... the little uncle actually agreed to us inserting people into it? Why?"

Meng Youzhao snorted, but the cold snort had no momentum: "Why do you think there are so many reasons? My son is so old, but my father is living more and more, and he is worthless..."

Meng Junze was scolded for no reason, but he could hear that there was no anger in the words, so he accepted it silently.

Meng Youzhao glanced at the eldest son who was standing silently opposite, and with a cold snort, he ended his unilateral lecture without any justification.It's great to have a son, who can be trained in good or bad moods.

Meng Junze lowered his head, stared at the table without moving, and finally heard the familiar ending, raised his head in a well-trained manner, and did not lose his father's face, and hurriedly answered, "So, this is what my little uncle gave us. sincerity."

Meng Youzhao: "Nonsense!"

What Meng Youzhao can think of is not necessarily what Meng Junze can't think of, but as a subordinate, even if he is facing his own father, he still has to give him the face he should.

He nodded and said, "By the way, Yuan Shaojie said that Qian Shucheng would also go back."

Meng Youzhao raised his eyebrows: "Murong Ling asked him to tell you?"

Meng Junze: "No, he just mentioned it at the last moment when we ended the conversation."

Meng Youzhao leaned back slightly: "Try not to let other people know about the contact with Pan Shirong. The staffing arrangements are more concealed. It is far from the time for a showdown."

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Autobiography of a little fat man:

Hello everyone, today I want to tell you a story.

I used to be too useless when I was in school. My dad was afraid that not only would the company not be able to take over after he left, but he might not even be able to support myself, so he sent me to the military academy through his relationship and told me to exercise hard.As a result, it was too hard to enter the military academy. I have never suffered a little since I was a child. Be the one being bullied.

There is a classmate in our class who has a powerful family. Following someone who is stronger than my family has become my subconscious behavior. There are many people who follow him. In fact, I am looking for an umbrella for myself.

The first year was fine, that classmate only occasionally asked us to run errands, and sometimes collected protection fees from other classmates.But gradually everything changed. That classmate was more and more dissatisfied with the income of the protection fee. He went out to make connections, usually spent a lot of money for food, drink and entertainment, and felt very humiliated with his family, so he started In other business, he... sells addictive stuff.

From the second year onwards, he will find some people who are not pleasing to the eye and have rich families, and let us secretly put ingredients in their food. We don’t know where he got these things from, we are just his followers, we know He doesn't like us at all.After that, these people who ate the ingredients by mistake became more and more addicted, they would kneel down and beg him, and they would keep asking their families for money to buy these ingredients.

Gradually, more and more people got the idea, and they became more and more inseparable from that thing, so he casually raised the price according to his mood.In fact, in order not to be discovered, no more than 20 people in the whole school were released.

Another time, because he raised the price on a whim, and the person who bought the material didn’t have enough money to prepare in advance, he asked that person to trick a handsome male classmate of their class monitor, and asked him to sell the material to the person at the original price after one sleep. .I just didn't expect that when we talked about it in the bathroom, there would be someone in the cubicle.

The classmate in the cubicle was also unlucky. It is said that he had a hypoglycemia and rested in the infirmary, but he ran to the bathroom after feeling sick all the time.Although that classmate didn't know what we did, he must have heard a lot of information. If these things were really exposed, we would all be finished.

The classmate in our class signaled us to make the illusion that we had left on purpose, and sure enough, we blocked the unlucky student in the cubicle.

He is a ruthless person. In order to prevent leaks, he asked us to rape that classmate while recording the video. In the end, the classmate jumped off the building and died.In fact, we all know that he just wants to force the classmate to death and doesn't want to get his hands dirty. The dead man's mouth is the strictest.

I know whether it's selling materials or rape, I'm definitely over, that person may still live well because of family reasons, the world is so unfair.

In the end, I just want to say, Dad, I didn’t know if I was still alive when you saw this letter. No matter what happens to me, just treat me as my son and leave me alone.I'm timid, cowardly, and follow others, even if I'm in deep trouble, I can't save myself, I just hope that my affairs will not implicate you.

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