After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

Song Zhengsheng returned to the office with his laptop and registration form without love.

Nie Keke came over with a gossipy face.

"The efficiency of the head is too high, so you can apply for it?"

Song Zheng looked at her with a smile on his face: "Otherwise I can give it to you, as long as the report is finished."

Before finishing the report, Nie Keke disappeared, as if he had activated the teleportation skill.

Song Zheng turned his head and took a look. Everyone stayed away, pretending that they were very busy, as if the report was a virus, and they could hide as far as they could.

This is obviously a new rule in the workplace, newcomers are used to bully! ! !

Comrade Xiao Song returned to his seat in grief and indignation, turned on the computer sadly, and tapped the keyboard.

After finishing the entire report, Song Zheng couldn't find the answer he wanted.

He always wanted to know who that Qin Fang was, and he was obviously the one who knew about it, but not only was there no introduction about Qin Fang, even this person disappeared from the whole thing.

Song Zheng took the finished report and found He Lan.

At that time, the leader seemed to be holding a remote meeting, and the communication was in English.

Song Zheng originally wanted to leave, but He Lan raised his hand to signal him to sit on the sofa beside him.

He wanted to know the identity of the Third Master Qin, so he simply sat down.

He Lan ended the meeting in less than 2 minutes, and then looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "The report is finished?"

Song Zheng: "After finishing writing, I just have a little doubt."

He Lan: "What don't you understand?"

Song Zheng: "Why is there no information about Qin Fang, isn't he a VIP customer of the small village?

He Lan stood up from the chair, walked over lazily, sat on the sofa, and said slowly: "We didn't start investigating the small village after you joined, and we sent people to sneak in before you came. gone."

Song Zheng: "Then this Qin Fang?"

He Lan: "He is our undercover agent, so the alliance has the responsibility to protect his identity from being leaked. Do you understand what I said?"

Song Zheng frowned.

He Lan continued: "Do you still remember what I told you when you first went on a mission?"

When Song Zheng was on a mission to catch demons for the first time, He Lan told him in a vague way that there were traitors in the alliance.

As for what kind of traitor and who the traitor is, nothing was mentioned.

Song Zheng pursed his lips. Could it be that he is not worthy of being trusted?

He got the answer he wanted, but felt that the answer was very unsatisfactory, and he felt depressed.

Song Zheng stood up and replied flatly, "Teacher, I understand."

Then left the office.

He Lan frowned, why did the kid feel like he was throwing a tantrum.

For several days, Song Zheng didn't pay much attention to He Lan.

It's not that they don't care, it's like they have a sense of distance, as if deliberately keeping the relationship between them at the level of superiors and subordinates.

Even at work, He Lan offered to take him along the way, but he declined.

Then it was He Lan's turn to be unhappy.

"Mr. He, are you still going to the league today?"

As the boss's secretary and assistant, Tan Gaojie can be regarded as the leader's confidant.

I have great admiration for the leader who holds multiple positions, is also the president, and is also a monster catcher. Most people don't have the physical strength.

His boss is no ordinary person.

It's just that in the past two days, the leader's mood seems to be a little bit wrong.

What's wrong, including but not limited to distraction during meetings, office work, talking and other behaviors in a daze.

Tan Gaojie wondered if something happened to the boss.

"Don't go to the alliance today, go back to the company, it doesn't mean that there will be a dinner tonight."

He Lan closed the file and rubbed her eyes.

Tan Gaojie: "Yes, regarding the development of the land in the south of the city tonight, we need to discuss some details with President Mu about the construction of the amusement park."

He Lan: "You can make arrangements."

And this time, Song Zheng, who hadn't come home for a long time, stood in front of the bookstore and let out a breath.

The work of the alliance is indeed very leisurely. The modern society is peaceful and peaceful, and the monsters and ghosts are also very content with the status quo. Generally, there are few major events that require a sudden team.

Song Zheng felt that he was about to grow mushrooms. No wonder the modern demon hunters wanted to be admitted to the alliance.

The pay of civil servants is really good.

Nothing to do, so I can only go home and stroll around.

I don't know if the old man got along with Rong Xie peacefully.

Before entering the door, the old man's astonishing voice came out through the door panel.

"Little cat, are you stealing my fish again?"

Luo Fujiang finally understood that the two people his apprentice had brought here were not to accompany him, but to scare him.

"Your small amount of fish is not enough for me to stuff between my teeth. You ate it yourself, old man, did you forget?"

"Fart, my memory isn't that bad."

When Song Zheng heard this, he smiled. He opened the door and went in, and said, "It seems that you get along well, so I feel more at ease."

Luo Fujiang turned his head and pointed the cannon fire at him: "You still have the nerve to come back, how can you get along well, you should tell me!"

Song Zheng looked him over from head to toe, and the old god said: "You are full of energy, and your energy is much better than before. Someone will accompany you to save you from thinking about it all day."

The old man was so angry that he had nothing to say, he returned to the room humming.

Rong Xie came out of the back room in a wheelchair and said with a smile, "Although your master is old, he is in good health."

Song Zheng smiled: "Yes, not bad."

Rong Xie held a document in his hand, saw Song Zheng, and said, "If you don't come back, I wanted to contact you. I just wrote a plan, do you want to see it?"

Song Zheng: "Planning?"

Rong Xie: "It's a plan for the rectification of the small bookstore. I have received reliable news that this neighborhood will be demolished next year, so I want to finalize the place before the relocation, and expand the size of the bookstore by the way."

Song Zheng knew something about the demolition, but he didn't know when it was.

Rong Xie was able to know the news, the relationship network is much stronger than him.

He opened the plan in his hand, which was about the site selection and renovation of the old bookstore.

When he read it, Rong Xie introduced: "Our bookstore basically doesn't make money on weekdays, but I have read some books, which are very rare and lonely copies. Although I don't know where the old man got them, the value of these books is far away. It is worth more than this bookstore."

"I want to choose the place first, and then reopen a bookstore. The upstairs is a bookstore, and the downstairs is a coffee shop. The bookstore is divided into a non-sale area and a sales area. The general direction is like this, but the specific details We still need to wait for local implementation before implementing it.”

Song Zheng is not very good at these things, but he believes that Rong Xie's ability to run the original group company like that will definitely not be what it seems on the surface.

"I have never thought about these things. Since demolition is going to happen, it must be a good place to choose. You can do it as you see fit."

After finishing speaking, Song Zheng took out a card from his bag and handed it to him.

"There's some money in it. It's definitely needed to choose an address. I don't know enough. I'll call it in later. You can handle it."

Rong Xie was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's just to buy an address, I have the money."

Song Zheng frowned: "You keep the money. You can't say that you are asked to work and pay for it. This is unreasonable."

Rong Xie thought about it and accepted the card.

This card was used by the old man to buy a house for Song Zheng to marry a wife. Song Zheng checked it, and there was a lot of money in it, but he didn't need the house for the time being. A wife... probably would be difficult to marry, so he just used it for investment.

Rong Xie: "One more thing, there is a dinner tonight, and you may need to come forward in person."

Song Zheng was surprised: "Dinner?"

Rong Xie raised his eyebrows: "Sponsor La, after finishing the meal tonight, all the books in the bookstore will be provided by someone, so we don't need to worry about it."

Song Zheng: "You are too good, so everything has been planned."

Rong Xie smiled modestly: "They are all friends from the past, they are more... righteous."

Song Zheng also knew that these were all contacts in Rong Xie's hands. To be honest, he was really wronged in this second-hand bookstore.

"Okay, where is it?"

“Sill Hotel”

……

The city at night illuminates this noisy city with colorful neon lights, and the streets where traffic flows are brightly lit.

Song Zheng looked at the car in front of him and sighed.

"This car belongs to a friend."

"So, because you can't drive, he assigned you a driver?"

Rong Xie touched his nose, but said nothing.

Song Zheng looked up at him: "I think you are staying with me to hide from someone?"

He did save Rong Xie, but he never asked him to sell his body to repay the situation. If all the people he saved were like him, the small bookstore would probably be overwhelmed.

Moreover, Rong Xie is a man with high methods and strong abilities, and he is definitely not without ambition.

It's too aggrieved to nest in this small place so willingly.

Song Zheng had reason to doubt that Rong Xie had any plans.

The luxury car in front of me can explain the problem even more.

Rong Xie has always been calm, calm and gentle. No matter what this man says or does, he always smiles.

But at this moment, Song Zheng clearly felt that his mood was not right, a little low and sad.

Rong Xie pinched the tip of his nose, looked into the distance through the window, and asked, "Has Mr. Song ever been betrayed?"

Song Zheng heard this question at first, and replied subconsciously: "No."

"But I have. Zheng Jiu is like a thorn in my heart. There are some relationships and some people. It is best to keep the status quo. There is no need to get involved. I say this, can you understand? You Don't think I'm wronged by you, I feel happy, that's right."

Song Zheng didn't mean to inquire about other people's privacy, Rong Xie didn't want to say it, and he wouldn't continue to ask.

A group of people got into the car, and the car drove straight to the Seale Hotel.

"I'll talk to him about anything later, and Mr. Song will be in charge of eating."

Rong Xie told Song Zheng all the content and details that should be said during the dinner.

The little white cat became the prototype, which would nest in the back seat.

There are too many monster catchers in this city, Rong Xie can't take him into the hotel, so he can only let him wait in the car.

So Song Zheng simply acted as the wheelchair pusher, talking and laughing with Rong Xie into the elevator.

As soon as He Lan entered the door, he saw the closed elevator.

The familiar figure was talking and laughing happily with other men.

He Lan touched his chest, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.

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