The heavens start from Maoshan

Although Mr. Zhuang couldn't understand Lu Ju's words, he understood that this was definitely a turning point for the current situation of the group.

But he couldn't agree too happily.

Because he really didn't know if there were any strange people in the group like Lu Ju said, so he had to say with a smile: "Let me think about it."

"Now is the time for you to be positive, not to think it's up for grabs."

Director Lu stood up and said, "Whether the Zhuang Group is necessary or not is a matter for the higher-ups to consider. You and I just need to show the results to the higher-ups."

Done.

Director Lu glanced at his watch: "Give me an answer in the evening, I don't have much time."

"it is good."

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "Xiao Liu, send Lu Bureau off."

tata tao...

The sound faded away.

After people leave.

Mr. Zhuang immediately picked up the phone and broadcast a number: "Hey, is there a meeting for the Criminal Investigation Corps today? What's the content?"

quiet...

After a while, the person on the other end of the phone said: "There is a lot of pressure from the people, but the matter of the corpses of the mother and child is difficult to deal with, and it is very difficult."

"Is anyone mentioned?"

"Have..."

Another moment of silence.

The person on the other side of the phone whispered: "The concept of mother and child corpses was proposed by Wang Wei, but this concept is not Wang Wei's own, but your godson, our resigned team leader Zhang."

"Zhang Heng? Old Ba??"

Mr. Zhuang smiled brightly: "What an old man, no wonder he kept arguing about leaving the company. I thought he was bought by the Qianglong Group. It turned out that he became a strange man. He really gave me a face as a godfather."

all...

Before I could go any further, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

Looking at the phone that was hung up.

Mr. Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "I'm still old, and I don't have any appeal at all. Anyone can hang up on me."

Fine.

Think of the scenery when I was young, and then touch the wrinkles on my face.

Mr. Zhuang didn't speak, but put on a smiling face again and broadcast a number.

all...

No one answered the phone.

Hit again.

Still no answer.

Dial the number for the third time, this time there is a voice, but the voice is not right: "Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down, Saorui..."

Another moment of silence.

Mr. Zhuang sat quietly and did not respond for a while.

"Xiao Liu..."

later.

Secretary Liu is back.

Mr. Zhuang whispered: "I heard that half a year ago, Lao Ba changed his new home. It suddenly occurred to me that he hadn't been there yet. Prepare your car. I'll go and have a look."

"Boss Zhuang..."

Secretary Liu hesitated to speak.

Snapped...

The golden toad on the table was slammed to the ground.

Mr. Zhuang roared like an angry lion: "He was only eight years old. I brought him out of the orphanage. I gave him food, drink, money, and women all these years. , his wings are stiff, he won't answer my phone, he forgot, I'm his godfather, what's the matter, he doesn't come to see me, I can't go to see him, he's Lu Bu, I'll go, kind of He killed me."

Secretary Liu was too frightened to speak.

Had to contact the driver and bodyguard.

soon.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, three vehicles drove out of the underground parking lot.

inside the car.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were full of cold light, like an old wolf abandoned by a pack of wolves.

......

Suburban villa.

"444 rounds!"

Inside the villa.

Looking at the text message on the phone, Zhang Heng sighed at the speed of the response.

Right now is just the beginning of spiritual recovery.

Be it ghosts or zombies, even some evil cultivators and spirits are actually low in cultivation.

Currently.

The situation is still in the controllable stage. If the above really does something, it will absorb a large number of folk practitioners who have the opportunity to form an official group and establish an early advantage.

Guaranteed.

In the era of weak spirits and middle spirits, 444 rounds can really make a difference.

of course.

Only available in the Age of Weak Spirits and Middle Spirits.

Because according to the agreement, the spiritual energy will gradually recover, and the level of the birth technique will gradually increase.

In the era of weak spirits, there are only some inconspicuous small inheritances that can be cultivated, but the upper limit is very low, and the remaining skills are all stuck in the two stages of refining essence and transforming qi and refining qi and transforming spirit.

It's the age of the spirit.

The exercises that were born at that time have only dabbled in the two realms of practicing spirit returning to the void and refining the void.

As for the fairyland further up.

Excuse me.

Only the major sects have them, and the small sects basically do not have the cultivation methods in the fairyland.

So the age of high spirits.

It must be the era when the major sects compete for each other.

Whoever is powerful will have a bigger territory and more resources to enjoy.

down.

Small sects and small sects do not prevent you from surviving, but you must learn to survive between cracks.

As for him.

According to the sayings of the patriarchs, just play casually in front of it.

The Age of High Spirits.

This is the era when disciples of these great sects were fully born.

front.

Small fights.

Intervene if you like it, watch it if you don't like it, wait for the aura to recover gradually, and then come out as the mastermind behind the scenes...

...Sweep the mountains and rivers, and then set the world.

Chapter 526: The Unkindness

jingle... ring

The breeze blows the wind chimes.

outside the villa.

Three cars were parked on the side of the road. Mr. Zhuang was wearing a white suit, sitting in the car, looking at the single-family villa in front of him through the car window.

He doesn't want to come.

But there is no way. The group contains his 30 years of hard work. As long as there is hope, the group will never be allowed to fall.

"You stay in the car."

Think about it.roundabout

Mr. Zhuang took no one with him, and walked towards the gate alone.

"Ok?"

Don't wait for a knock.

Mr. Zhuang noticed something wrong with the ground around the villa.

The ground is not yellow, but white on one side.

Twist by hand.

As a construction boss who started as a contractor, Mr. Zhuang frowned subconsciously: "Lime?"

strangeness.

How to pave the floor with lime.

This thing is spread on the ground, not even a single weed can grow out, that is to say, within the range of the villa in front of you, the mosquitoes are extinct, the vegetation is not growing, it is a [-]% dead place.

crunch...

Without waiting for another thought, the vermilion iron door swung open.

Mr. Zhuang looked into the villa.

No one opened the door, the door seemed to be blown open by the wind, and in the yard, besides the white ground he imagined, there were also many black flags planted in the yard.roundabout

take a look.

The characters on the flags were completely unknown, and the characters were all weird.

"This is an inscription, and a living person will be hurt if they read it."

Zhang Heng's voice came from the villa: "I said, I have settled with the group, so why are you here?"

"Old eight."

Hear the sound.

Mr. Zhuang's cheeks twitched twice: "I am alone now, and the group needs you very much."

His tone was slightly paused.

Then he said: "Have you heard that the world outside is becoming more and more chaotic right now, there are many supernatural events and strange people in various places in the mountains and rivers.

Early this morning, Lao Lu approached me on behalf of some people, saying that the higher-ups had set up a 444 bureau and wanted to discuss cooperation with me.

I'm also thinking about you, tell me, are you also one of the strange people?If yes, the group is willing to fully support you. At that time, you will have the support of the group and the cooperation from above. It has taken me 30 years to get to where I am today. I guarantee that you will not exceed three years. "

"Three years?"

Zhang Heng's attitude was noncommittal: "Is it finished?"