"My dad once said that you are his best friend that he could risk his life for."

"My true niece, I regard you as my own daughter..."

"Uncle Wang, if nothing happens, I'll go home first."

Lin Hui walked past him and walked forward.

"etc……"

Lin Hui turned her head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

She saw a complicated expression on Wang Baiyuan's face, with contradictions and struggles in his eyes, and said, "I didn't attend Lao Zhuang's funeral. Why didn't you ask why?"

"You can give me a thousand reasons, and some of them must be reasonable and worthy of consideration, but I only need to see the results."

Wang Baiyuan was stunned.

He watched Zhuang Zhenzhen leave. The baby in his memory had grown up. More than twenty years had passed... Lao Zhuang was gone... Lao Zhuang was really his best friend...

Wang Baiyuan drove back to the company like a wandering spirit. Wealth Art is located on the 7th floor of the skyscraper. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the beautiful secretary stopped him: "Manager Wang, Mr. Qian asked you to go to his office."

Wang Baiyuan nodded and walked into Mr. Qian's office of more than 200 square meters.

Two young technicians were squeezing the shoulders and beating the back of a wretched obese man. They were so tired that they were sweating profusely. Even professionals with strong hands could not handle a customer who weighed more than 200 kilograms. They had to turn over every layer of folds.

The massage that came out was too torturous.

But who can ask others to give more money?

"Wang Baiyuan, you messed up."

When the fat man spoke, his eyes did not open.

He is Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian is not in charge of things. The actual manager is the vice president of the company. He can sit here because of his status as a professional.

Wang Baiyuan quickly explained: "Twilight Moon is, after all, the official organization of the Naxi Federation, and it has a deeper foundation."

"Forget it. He's just a [Fighting Master]. Even if he can kill a [Prisoner] just after becoming a professional, it just means he has talent. Many geniuses die before they have time to mature. Give her another ten years to grow.

, I won’t take her seriously either.”

Wang Baiyuan agreed, "You are right."

"Huh! You don't know how to flatter me, so there's no need to recruit her."

"OK."

"Wang Baiyuan, you know Zhuang best. Go do something for me and eliminate the traces that are not good for me."

Wang Baiyuan looked hesitant. Lao Zhuang was his best friend. It was fine if he did not avenge Lao Zhuang. He also plotted against Lao Zhuang's only daughter and cooperated with Mr. Qian to recruit people into the 'Art of Wealth' in an attempt to suppress her.

, not letting her grow up... He has a conscience, he can't really clean the butt of Qian, and let Lao Zhuang die inexplicably...

"Why, you don't want to? If you complete this matter, I will give you one million."

Money always bids.

Wang Baiyuan shook his head: "No..."

He has a conscience.

"One million is too little..."

You can't buy his conscience.

Wang Baiyuan said loudly, "I need more money."

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