Like many large companies, Minghui Group's headquarters is full of employees coming and going and beautiful and proud working women. Ding Ling fell at the end, and he whistled frivolously, not caring about the frowning and contemptuous eyes.

Zhou Qing couldn't stand it, so he touched him and said: Your current identity is the assistant to the chairman. Can you pay attention to your image?

Ding Ling laughed: It's so much, I didn't see Lao Ding, but I just disgusted Xu Minghui today. How could he sign a contract and wear a pure cotton vest and big shorts?

Zhou Qing smiled as he looked at Lao Ding's image. Lao Ding's dress this afternoon was like a retired worker, and he almost carried a teacup that had lost its porcelain and carried a bird cage.

Zero's dress is also casual, but Zhou Qing dresses the most upright, dressing like a professional.

After entering the elevator, when he saw the receptionist pressing the button on the 17th floor, Ding Ling smiled knowingly on his face.

Very good, Lao Ding is right. Last time he took the political route, he directly used false charges to defeat Yunsheng Group to destroy Fanchen. This time the other party seemed not to be ready to take the upper level route again. From this point of view, the enemy is still a little brainy.

If this time, it is still the last trick, Ding Ling will not be allowed to get angry at any time. Unless a powerful practitioner can be killed before he publishes it, no one can afford to bear the consequences of Ding Ling's anger.

This is also due to the strong combat power and arrogant arrogance that Ding Ling has shown in recent times. In the eyes of those people, Ding Ling is a lawless young man. For such young man, it is obviously impossible to judge with common sense.

But until he walked into the conference room, Ding Ling couldn't figure out why those opponents used this method to attack the Ding family? Don't they know that money is important to Ding Ling, but it can't hurt his muscles or bones.

With doubts, Ding Ling and Zhou Qingyi sat down next to Lao Ding on the left and right. While sitting down, his spiritual sense felt that the young man sitting on Xu Minghui's left hand was a cultivator.

Xu Minghui is in his fifties, with a face that is Shen, and his hair is dark and dyed. He wears a pair of frameless glasses and looks like a Confucian businessman.

The young man on his left was wearing a formal short-sleeved shirt, a tie, and an assistant dress. He stared at Lao Ding without squintingly.

According to the script I practiced earlier, what Lao Ding needs to do next is to get angry and then let Xu Minghui reveal his flaws.

So after both parties took their seats, Lao Ding threw the contract directly on the table and said sternly: Mr. Xu, we agreed before is not like this. You Minghui Group has withdrawn, what should we do

Unexpectedly, Xu Minghui didn't respond at all. He said regretfully: Lao Ding, that land has endless business opportunities. I originally wanted to develop it with you, but who knew that there was no way to deal with several construction sites, so I could only give it up to you.

Lao Ding glanced at him sideways: Why did I hear that Mr. Xu, your construction sites are fine?

Xu Minghui still smiled: The superficial scenery, you and I have never cooperated with each other before. You know that the superficial scenery of our industry is actually aware of the coolness and warmth.

As he said that, Xu Minghui pushed the documents in his hand into the middle: Here is the previous contract and termination statement. The 20 million we paid to the government in the early stage was equivalent to a liquidated damages.

Zhou Qing picked up the contract and looked at it, then nodded to Lao Ding.

Lao Ding lit a cigarette and sneered: It means I made 20 million before the construction site started.

Xu Minghui smiled faintly: It’s almost the same.

Although Xu Minghui looked calm and gentle, Ding Ling still saw the unwillingness flashing in this guy's eyes. He touched Lao Ding with his feet and signaled that he could leave.

Lao Ding understood, so he grabbed the contract, tore it into pieces in a few seconds, and then walked out of the conference room with a dark face.

When he walked out to turn around, Ding Ling whispered: You go first, the critical moment is here.

Be careful.

Well, Ding Ling nodded, and then broke a stealth technique.

The Invisibility Art is an intermediate spiritual skill that can only be mastered after the extraordinary realm. This spiritual skill is a functional spiritual skill and has no effect in battle, but it is invincible to use it to steal chickens and dogs.

Seeing Ding Ling disappear, Old Ding was nothing, but Zhou Qing was shocked and whispered: Mr. Ding, where is Ding Ling

I went to the toilet. Lao Ding replied lightly, then walked towards the elevator with an extremely domineering attitude.

Ding Ling, who used the Enlightenment Pill and the Invisibility Art, was almost a curved invisible person. Unless there were masters above the Earth level, no masters at the Saint level could find his traces.

He followed the wall to avoid Minghui Group's employees and quickly walked towards the conference room just now.

Damn the door closed and looked at the tightly closed door. Ding Ling felt depressed.

At this time, a gust of fragrant wind came, and a beautiful female assistant walked straight towards Ding Ling.

The female assistant was wearing a white professional broken sleeve shirt. She was holding a folder, her arms were snow-white, and her plump breasts were raised high by the folder.

Seeing this, Ding Ling quickly stopped and saw the female assistant knocking on the door gently, then pushed the door open halfway: Mr. Xu, Mr. Chen from Guangming Company is looking for you.

Ding Ling saw through the gap that the practitioner pretending to be Xu Minghui's assistant had already reached the table and was looking down at the door.

Xu Minghui turned his head and waved his hand in annoyance: Let him wait for me for ten minutes

When Ding Ling heard this, he looked at the crack in the door and felt a little annoyed. The woman's hand pushing the door was too far from the place. He thought about it and gritted his teeth, fell to the ground directly, and then quietly slid into the door.

When he entered the door, he did not forget to look up at the female assistant.

When he saw this, his eyes were straightened. Not only did he wear underwear, he didn't wear underwear, but he didn't wear that kind of pantyhose, but the stockings that only reached his thighs mean that they were all vacuum.

At the moment when the female assistant was about to close the door, Ding Ling suddenly had a prank and became very imaginary. He blew under the female assistant's skirt, and then quickly flashed into the conference room.

As the door closed, Ding Ling also heard the female assistant whisper.

A hint of pride rose in his heart, and then stood obediently in the corner.

After seeing the door closed, the practitioner sitting on the table immediately changed his momentum and ordered Xu Minghui coldly: Go and lock the door.

Xu Minghui, a tycoon from the provincial capital construction industry, who is legendary, has tens of billions of assets, stood up obediently and came to the door.

When Ding Ling saw that the moment Xu Minghui turned his back to the practitioner, unconcealed anger and pain rose on his face.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of Ding Ling's mouth.

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