No. 1 rich family abandons young

Tonight, Shen Lang will hold this Tang saber to reward the good and punish the evil!
After 3 minutes, the performers entered the group's high-level annual meeting one after another.

At this time, Shen Lang had already entered the scene one step earlier. He was carrying a Tang knife on his back and patrolling the field.

"Young Master Shen and Wanfu Jin'an."

"Young Master Shen and Wanfu Jin'an."

"Young Master Shen and Wanfu Jin'an."

More than 20 senior executives of the group stood in two rows, bowed their heads together, and greeted Shen Lang in unison.

As for that Feng Ling, seeing Shen Lang's outfit, his heart skipped a beat.

In the eyes of outsiders, Shen Lang might think that he is a two-dimensional youth cosplay with Tang Dao on his back, so just smile.

But Feng Ling knew very well that once the sword is drawn, blood must be seen!

"What's going on? On such a grand occasion of the annual meeting, he actually came here with a knife on his back. Could it be that he already knew it was me?"

Thinking of this, Feng Ling thought carefully and was terrified.

But soon, he denied his guess: "I must be scaring myself. I hide it so deeply. He can't know it's me, and he can't know my plan tonight. Even if he knows, I have something way out."

Since Feng Ling dared to be Shen Siyuan's spy, working undercover under Shen Lang, he must have already made mental preparations and thought of a countermeasure.

Even so, at this moment, Feng Ling still didn't dare to look up at Shen Lang's eyes.

With a knife behind his back, Shen Lang walked steadily and slowly, with a strong aura and a sense of oppression!
More than [-] senior executives, including celebrities like Liang Zhiyi, all bowed their heads, but Feng Ling dared not raise his head alone.

Shen Lang walked between the two rows of high-level employees, his pace was neither too fast nor too slow, so he stopped for a short time when he passed almost everyone.

When Shen Lang was carrying Tang Dao and passed by Feng Ling, Feng Ling's back felt chills, and cold sweat suddenly broke out in his palms.

He was extremely nervous, and faintly felt that the Tang knife was resting on his neck, and his whole body was like a taut string, as if it was about to break in the next moment.

In fact, Shen Lang's Tang knife didn't move at all, let alone unsheathed.

It can be seen from this that Feng Ling is also very afraid of Shen Lang in his heart.He knew that the Shen family would never relent when it comes to business.

Finally, Shen Lang walked past Feng Ling without saying anything, which made Feng Ling heave a sigh of relief.

"The annual meeting is about to start, everyone, take your seats, watch the show first, and then go to the private room for dinner."

Shen Lang said to more than 20 group executives.

"Yes, Young Master Shen."

There was another unanimous reply.Today Shen Lang is the protagonist. With so many senior executives in the group, only Shen Lang has the right to speak and control.

After the high-level executives were seated, the performers invited by the company to perform the show also arrived.

I have rehearsed many times, so I can perform on stage after entering the arena.

Soon, the first program of the annual meeting began to be performed. The first one on stage was a band, which brought a rock song.

In fact, there are very few people who really care about whether the program is exciting.Most people don't care if the band's songs are good or not, they just want to have fun.

What they have to do is to perform well in front of Shen Lang, to find out whether they can be promoted in the next quarter, and so on.

At this time, Lin Mengmeng also sneaked in, but she was a step late, and she didn't see Shen Lang patrolling the annual meeting with Tang Dao on his back.

If you see it, your eyeballs will definitely fall out of shock.

After she mixed into the crowd, she immediately took out her mobile phone to contact Feng Ling.

However, Feng Ling still refused to show up.Because he hadn't done what he had told Lin Mengmeng, and when Lin Mengmeng finished, he would retreat completely, not caring how Lin Mengmeng felt.

To put it bluntly, Lin Mengmeng was just one of his pawns.

"Where are you? Come out and meet me!" Lin Mengmeng was a little excited, but also a little anxious.

She scanned every corner of the annual meeting, trying to find the seat of the boss of Feiyu Group.

But she looked around, but couldn't find any particularly conspicuous one, which could prove to be the seat of the boss of Feiyu Group. After all, this is not the real home court.

The real home court is the super-large box for dinner later, where the boss of Feiyu Group is particularly conspicuous.

And because Lin Mengmeng was worried about exposing herself, she didn't dare to ask the people around her.

"I haven't arrived at the scene yet." Feng Ling was in the bathroom, replying to Lin Mengmeng's message.

After Shen Lang finished patrolling the venue, Feng Ling sneaked into the bathroom.

"What? Why are you like this?" Lin Mengmeng became even more anxious when she heard this.

"As the big boss of Feiyu Group, of course I will not show up so easily. After all the performances are over, I will appear in the most prestigious and luxurious box in this hotel. My subordinates and I will have dinner there. You go too."

Feng Ling just didn't show up, playing delaying tactics with Lin Mengmeng.Lin Mengmeng was taken aback for a while by pretending to be a boss.

"As long as I go to that box, can I have dinner with you? Can I make an official announcement?" Lin Mengmeng asked.

"Of course, baby, listen carefully. I will give you a villa in Century Mansion. Is this gift a surprise?" , I am afraid that tonight's plan will not be implemented.

He acted as Shen Lang, coaxing and scheming step by step, in order to gain Lin Mengmeng's trust, and to let Lin Mengmeng ruin Shen Lang's reputation tonight.

So the more he came to this moment, the more he reminded himself that he must not give up.

Lin Mengmeng couldn't refuse the big villa of the Century Mansion.

This is one of the two wealthy districts in Yuncheng, tens of millions to hundreds of millions, Lin Mengmeng really can't resist.She has worked hard all her life, but she can't earn a tenth of it.

"Really?" Although Lin Mengmeng's hands could not be seen shaking from the chat records, in reality she was trembling all over, and even her breathing was short and tense.

"I am the boss of Feiyu Group, can I still lie to you? But after you come to the box, you must do what I told you when you enter the door."

Feng Ling was worried that before Lin Mengmeng could get a firm foothold in the private room, he was forked out by the security guards, so he asked Lin Mengmeng to frame Shen Lang at the first moment and list Shen Lang's various nasty behaviors.

As for letting the citizens of the whole city know, is that just a cover for him to spread throughout the entire Yuncheng through the mouth of the group's top management?It was just an excuse to deal with Lin Mengmeng.

What Fengling really wanted to do was to broadcast live with his mobile phone, or take a video and send it to Shen Siyuan.

Then Shen Siyuan handed it to the elders of the Shen family.Let the elders of the Shen family see how Shen Lang is "running wild" outside.

This is the real conspiracy of Feng Ling and Shen Siyuan!
"What? Don't you believe me? You can call the property of Century Manor right now and ask if the owner of Villa No. 9 is Feng Ling. Let me tell you this. Even the entire Century Mansion was developed by me."

Feng Ling guessed that Lin Mengmeng must be very excited now, it is impossible to really call the property company over there.

Sure enough, Lin Mengmeng tapped the phone screen with trembling fingers.

"Okay dear, I will definitely do it according to your arrangement, don't worry, see you in the box."

After chatting with Feng Ling, Lin Mengmeng took a deep breath.

The villa of Century Mansion, just think about it and get excited!
Lin Mengmeng just put down her phone and glanced casually, just in time to see Shen Lang.

She was very puzzled, why Shen Lang was still sitting peacefully in the auditorium, if he came to perform, why didn't he go backstage and wait?

At this time, Lin Mengmeng's boss, Dong Haoran, the manager of the financial department, appeared.

Dong Haoran, who was usually grumpy towards his subordinates, now sat beside Shen Lang with a smile on his face.