Ji Wensheng was slightly surprised: "Mo Laowu is so energy-efficient. I have worked so much trouble and I haven't even touched a single hair of Murong Bingyu."

"Mo Laowu is a very famous figure in the underworld in China. Your company has different structures and different techniques, and it is basically incomparable. He is a gangster with a greater degree of freedom and can do whatever he wants. Although our method is a little slower, it has a great profit, which will always make Yintian Entertainment not have a rise."

Ran Ping tried hard to provide strategic advice while making Ji Wensheng feel too stupid. He not only showed his intelligence and talent, but also couldn't stand out. It was very difficult to achieve a balance between the two, and he even spent one-third of his time considering the relationship between the two.

Ji Wensheng said again: "Why did Mr. Bei reject my proposal just now? Do you see any clues from his verbal conversation? Is it not that the temptation of the new opening area of ​​Dongcheng is not very strong?"

"The most important thing is that the ownership of the new development zone is not controlled yet. The giants value you as strength or not."?

Ji Wensheng narrowed his eyes: "That's what I said, it's time to step up the offensive. Perhaps Mo Laowu's underworld forces will be helpful to us. It's worth talking to him. What time did he make an appointment with him."

"He said it's better to be right away, things are important."

"Hmph, I want to see what tricks he can do."

A large group of people surrounded him, and he was extremely majestic, but Ran Ping whispered: "Master Ji, be careful that the tree attracts wind."

Wen Sheng waved his hand behind him: "You all go down, I think Mo Laowu dared not do anything to me."

"Wait." Ran Ping asked the best bodyguard to stay and said, "Mr. Ji, it is better to be safer in everything. Only choose a few subordinates who need to do it to follow. It will not wave to you, but it will be useful at critical moments."

Ji Wensheng felt that he had been stolen and nodded stiffly: "You are right."

When he arrived at the gate, Ran Ping opened the door for him first. His attitude was humble and his actions were so respectful that he felt comfortable in his hasty actions. He pushed open the door and said, "Leave someone to arrange the arrangements, treat Mo Laowu well, at least fight for face." He walked in, sniffed and said, "Why does it have a special smell? Haven't the servants come to clean it?"

After hearing this, the bodyguard and Ran Ping subconsciously sniffed it. Ran Ping said: "I think this smell is very fragrant and very rich, like a fan of Lanzhi grass. It also seems that when food closes its eyes, it immediately reminds of roasted suckling pig."

The three of them followed the dispersed fragrance and walked through the entrance hall to the living room. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned for a moment.

Two chefs dressed in a big manner sat on the sofa, next to a dining cart, roasted goose, Marcelain seafood soup, salmon custard, prawns, pan-fried goose, fried foie gras, steak-fried steak, stewed steak, fish salad with a wide range of aromas, and two bottles of red wine were opened, and they almost lit candles, otherwise they could be called the French Palace feast.

The expensive camel velvet carpet was covered with residue and bones, wine and oil stains, and a mess. The man wearing a chef's hat had a big lobster in one hand, cleanly removed his head, squeezed out the tender and sweet white from the shell and sent it into his mouth, and then threw away the shrimp shells that were also connected to saliva and juice. He wiped the snow leopard skin sofa worth millions, and then tore off a spicy chicken leg and chewed it.

Another man wearing a short chef's hat was even more exaggerated. He had a finely crafted crystal cup beside him, but he didn't need to grab a bottle of Patus wine and whispered it down his throat. This bottle of Patus, a prolific product in Bordeaux, is priced at more than 10,000 US dollars and is called the "King of Bordeaux Wine King". Many obvious wealthy people just used it for collection for show-off. The man actually drank half a bottle in one go! He seemed to be unsatisfied and clawed another bottle.

Ji Wensheng couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Catch them all!" He didn't even think about how these two people came in for a moment.

The bodyguard had just stepped forward and saw the chef who had glasses wiped his hands on the sofa, lifted the chef's robe, pulled out a large-caliber pistol and shot the bodyguard. The muzzle spewed out an angry flame and hit the shoulder, and a bang brought out a splash of delicate blood mist.

The bodyguard was hit by a huge force and left far away. He drew a parabola with a very small arc before falling to the ground. Because the speed was too fast, the blood splashed out was crooked and connected in the air and fell down at the same time with him. The sound insulation equipment in the room was excellent. As long as the door was closed, even if you fired with a machine gun, you would not worry that people outside would hear a sound.

With such a sudden change, Ji Wensheng and Ran Ping still kept their surprised look with their mouths open. The chef had already rushed up and grabbed their hair and flipped them back. The two of them couldn't help but fall onto the marble table one by one, touching countless exquisite food, and the dripping soup spilled all over.

Ran Ping's waist and eyes just hit the edge of the silver plate, and his chin hit the cup again, so painful that he couldn't speak, and his eyes were full of stars. Ji Wensheng was a little better, with a lot of fat and not that hard work, but his whole face was buried in a pile of leftover bones, making him feel indescribable and disgusting.

He turned over in horror, took off the scallion trout that had penetrated his collar, and pulled out a small pistol with exquisite shape and Arabic patterns. Before he could open the insurance, the chef's bottle filled with Patus wine hit him straight, almost knocking his wrist, and the pistol flew out naturally and fell onto the carpet.

"Hey, are you dead? You have to know what the consequences of offending me! Who sent you here?" Ji Wensheng roared angrily.

The chef inserted the silver fork into his thigh and sneered, "I don't know who wants to die, haha, please use your brain to think about things more."

Ji Wen screamed in pain and almost rolled from the table to the ground. When he saw the bodyguard lying in the distance, he was covered in blood and flesh. The blood line extending from the seat they were standing, with broken bones and scum. He suddenly shuddered and his voice began to stutter: "You, who are you? Don't know what I do? Everything is easy to discuss, you can give it to you if you want money."

"Mr. Ji from Dofu Media Group, right? Please sit on the sofa, and that thin monkey, what are you in your hand? The communicator is right? Please stop this stupid behavior." The chef with glasses shook the huge pistol in his hand and laughed.

Yanjiu saw that this guy dared to play tricks secretly, and he was so angry that he was so angry that the wine bottle was flying fiercely on his head. The glass bottle burst, and the red wine mixed with blood flowed all over his face. Ran Ping had only the last thought: "Patus, worth ten thousand dollars, is worth it." He fainted on the table.

Ji Wensheng panted and moved to the sofa with great difficulty, and was shocked and angry. He immediately passed in his mind. Who sent someone to attack him? Mo Laowu asked him to discuss things. This happened just after he returned to the suite. Isn’t it a coincidence? He was ruthless and must be the killer of the underworld.

The chef took back his pistol, sat opposite him, leisurely raised his legs and said, "Mr. Ji, please stay calm. My name is Liao Xuebing. I want to talk to you about some insignificant things."

Liao Xuebing? This name sounds familiar. It seems to be a gangster leader in Beicheng who specializes in blackmailing hotel owners. He also heard Shangri-La's boss complain last night. Did he hear that I have money and come to "make money"? Ji Wensheng was surprised and said, "I am very rich. Just tell me as much as you want. If you are not at ease, I can tell you the phone number at home and let them transfer the money to your account."

"Don't be in harmony." Liao Xuebing pulled out the top cigar and said, "Does Mr. Ji smoke? I have a phone call from your house for a long time, so I won't bother you. As for the money issue, it's not very important to me at the moment."

I don’t even want money, and I have investigated my family’s phone number clearly. It seems that I have planned it for a long time, so it was not accidental to say that the incident.

Ji Wensheng cheered up and carefully looked for a breakthrough to solve the crisis. He smiled relaxedly: "So, Mr. Liao knows me very well. You can tell me what you need. I will definitely meet your requirements. Do you want to be a star? You will be famous all over the world overnight, and countless beauties chased and cried your name." Seeing Lao Liao's nose twitch, he seemed to be moved, so he simply said to the lotus and pursued the victory. "Liao Xuebing looked like a handsome man.

Jun, with outstanding appearance and handsomeness, he really has the potential to star in a movie. So, let me go, I will call my agent to sign with you. That brother has an elegant face, a strange temperament, a chic demeanor, the most elegant and suitable for filming roles like "Chu Liuxiang", "Yang Guo", "Ling Gu Chong". I will do what I say, sign the contract immediately, and devote all our energy to the media to train you to become an international star."

As expected, he is worthy of being a media giant. He can talk a lot by just grabbing a single topic, which is more true than what is said in the newspaper. Even Yanjiu's face was filled with a complacent expression. It seemed that no one had ever praised Ji Wensheng for his appearance.

Liao Xuebing said with a cold face: "There is no need for any movie star plan. I have also opened a company. Mr. Ji, you are a top talent and want to invite you to join."

Ji Wensheng was happy: I didn't expect that it was because of this reason. The use of kidnapping by poaching means that the talented man is not low. Since he is so powerful, he must be afraid of the mouse and dare not do anything unnecessary. The safety is temporarily preserved. So he smiled and said, "What kind of company does Mr. Liao run? If there is a useful place, I will be happy to serve."

"I run a poop company, and I lack talents like Mr. Ji." Liao Xuebing's words were still smiling faintly. The next sentence was already furious. He grabbed the strawberry butter cake that had eaten half, patted his face, and said with a grim smile: "Ji Wensheng, go eat shit!"
Chapter completed!