Wanyan Hongye hurriedly left the home of the non-mainstream mistress. Downstairs of the high-end community, Sergey, the latest bodyguard and driver, had already moved the car and waited there.

Sergei was a subordinate of Wanyan Hongye from Vladivostok. In this generation of border cities, there are many Russians trying to make gold. In addition to young and beautiful, beautiful, highly educated, and capable women, they interpreted the big bosses of China, traded, and Xiaomi, etc., there are also people like Sergei who have no business skills but come to make gold.

Such people do not have an obvious skill, but have other expertise, so they can easily become dangerous elements that some people need.

Sergei was retired from the armed forces and was young and strong. However, when he asked Wanyan Hongye for advice through a girl from his hometown, she was seriously injured and poor, and even survival became a serious problem.

Wanyan Hongye, who had been consciously cultivating his confidant forces, became interested in him and helped him in a timely manner. The more he was in a desperate situation, the easier it was for those who were in desperate situations. Sergei, who was already skinny and dying, told him that his previous job was an armed bodyguard, and also a big boss named Long Sihai, who rushed across the border. Finally, at the northwest border, he fought with the independent armed faction Yuri and the special war elites of China, and the Northwest King Sun Mangong, and finally fled. He was seriously injured and fled along the border line to the here.

After investigation and several tests, Sergei quickly became Wanyan Hongye's confidant and personal bodyguard.

"Boss," as soon as Wanyan Hongye got into the car, Sergei reminded him and handed over another wet wipe. Wanyan Hongye took it, wiped the red lips on his mouth and a touch of white moist moist in front of him. There was also a nail mark on his neck, which was red and slender, very conspicuous. Wanyan Hongye was a little angry, "Take me the tie."

Hilgai was stunned. He was dressed in a neat suit and dressed in an orderly manner. He quickly took the tie around his neck and handed it over.

Damn, this little lover is getting crazy and becoming more and more outstanding. He dares to strangle his neck and ride on him to ask for things.

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He can only talk about two or three million yuan, and he can't print money so casually. But then again, when he is with him, he is really too wild and can't let go. Moreover, Wanyan Hongye has also become infected with her hobby. The ultimate happiness under excitement has made him unable to stop. Of course, he can't stop with this little girl, so she is so arrogant.

He tied a tie on his shirt and lifted the collar upwards, and finally blocked the scratches as much as the sucked purple piece. Wanyan Hongye had his head and made himself look less... Well, he was haggard. After each time, he seemed a little haggard, as if his body had been hollowed out, weak and haggard.

It has been two days since I returned home. My father Wanyan Zhengkun was summoned. Wuwanyan Hongye did not dare to delay. He rushed all the way back to his home in the villa in the Mid-mountain.

The sun was good, and after getting off the car, Wanyan Hongye felt it was a bit dazzling. No. 9, Banshan Villa Community, this is the home of Wanyan Zhengkun, a generation of heroes. On the surface, he is the chairman of Dajin International Group and is engaged in the trade of specialties outside the customs, especially precious ginseng, marten, deer antler and other rare medicinal materials. His company almost monopolized these and made a lot of profits.

But unlike other heroes in the world, he doesn't like to build a big manor and live alone. Like other bosses and businessmen, he lives in a villa community, and on the surface is no different from an ordinary boss. In his concept, the best security is to live in groups and live in ordinary people.

Wanyan Zhengkun was playing Tai Chi in the garden. Looking at the sunshine, his father, who was originally tall, mighty and powerful, was thin and weak at this time. In his every move, he felt a little weak and in his stairs. At this moment, Wanyan Hongye suddenly felt a hint of sadness and guilt in his heart.

But now that things have come to this point, there is no way back!

"Cough!" A majestic cough came from his father. Wanyan Hongye quickly jumped out of the car. Seeing Sergei's gaze, he pondered for a moment, nodded, and ran over. This time of every day was when his father was most sober. With years of accumulation of power, Wanyan Hongye was unwilling to be slackened.

"Why does it feel like I haven't seen you for a long time?" Wanyan Zhengkun glanced at his son standing beside him and said in a somewhat old voice.

"Oh, the company has been doing too many things these days. Dad, I just took over. How can I deal with a lot of things at once?" Wanyan Hongye said, subconsciously tightening the tie around his neck.

This color combination was too sudden. Wanyan Zhengkun had already caught a glimpse of what was on her neck and his eyes couldn't help but feel cold.

Wanyan Hongye couldn't help but trembled. Seeing his father's eyes floating towards Sergei behind him, he quickly turned around and said, "Oh, this is my newly hired assistant, Master of International Trade from the University of Petersburg, Sergei."

Master of International Trade? Wanyan Zhengkun looked at this young Russian boy with some suspicion. The intuition in her heart told her that she didn't look like a college student, and she had a chill and a bloody smell on her body. Well, but Wanyan Zhengkun suddenly felt dizzy.

I don’t know what’s going on. Is it so painful to get old? I don’t know when the weapon is coming, but as soon as he moves his brain, he will be so dizzy that he wants to vomit. Okay, okay, just master’s degree, it’s better than finding a Russian woman who is fucked by Xiaomi.

Wanyan Zhengkun walked into the living room, and Wanyan Hongye was already shouting: "Sister Hong, ginseng tea!"

Soon, a woman in her forties, holding a water-slimming bun, walked in with a teacup.

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"Dad, the company is now planning to do a big business with Far East, which requires some funds. Look, the company's working capital is only a few million, and it is difficult for banks to obtain funds now, and the time is very short. Look, can I use a little of the company's reserves for me..." Wanyan Hongye quickly talked about the main business.

Wanyan Zhengkun drank half a cup of ginseng tea, which was warm and comfortable. "Far East? What kind of trade?" He tried hard to think about what big trade he had in the Far East, but a chaotic feeling seemed to spread from his stomach. Soon, it spread to his brain. His thinking suddenly became chaotic, and his originally clear eyes suddenly became confused.

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He held the teacup and seemed to have become an old man with severe Alzheimer's disease.

"Dad," Wanyan Hongye looked at him, "Even if the reserves cannot be used, you can hand over the account book of all the group's industrial projects to me. I will mobilize funds in many ways..."

Wanyan Zhengkun is an old-fashioned person. He has worked hard for more than ten years. In addition to the company he left behind, he has also accumulated more than one billion yuan in reserves, which are all kept safely in a bank or financial institution. Wanyan Hongye is now crazy about getting him.

There is also the company's industry, and there are many industries and assets, and there are books, but the old man has not handed it over to him until now.

But when it comes to reserves and industrial accounts, Wanyan Zhengkun, who is dementia, stood up and said, "What reserves are, I don't know, what accounts are, what is that..." He murmured and walked towards his study.

This old guy must be pretending to be crazy! Wanyan Hongye couldn't help but be angry. He was his own son, his only son, and he didn't even leave it to him. Do you want to leave it to that outsider Feng Jingfan?!

"Dad, the company will be handed over to me sooner or later. The Wanyan family will have to rely on me to serve the whole family in the future. What do you want to do? If you want to carry them into the coffin, you should give it to Feng Jingfan first..." Wanyan Hongye followed him angrily, and Sergei followed closely.
Chapter completed!