Urban Hidden Dragon

Chapter 1861 Apology

Flames rose from the lighter.

Thick white smoke drifted out.

Wang Han leaned back.

He looked calmly at the beautiful blonde woman in a red dress in front of him.

"Are all your secretaries-general female?"

Janice's snow-white calves are crossed, and her calf muscles are looming. From her energy and body, it can be seen that she does a lot of exercise on weekdays.

After hearing what Wang Han said, Janice blinked her blue eyes and asked with a smile, "Has Mr. Wang Han met other secretaries-general?"

As soon as I started talking to him, I knew he was an old guy.

Wang Han smiled and said, "I have dealt with you living dead many times. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you survive a hundred battles."

Janice was tall and looked like a queen sitting there, "So how much does Mr. Wang Han know about us living dead?"

Wang Han stared at Janice, "You haven't answered my first question yet!"

Janice's beautiful big eyes stared at Wang Han, "Whether the secretary-general is male or female, tall or short depends on our boss, that is, it depends on the taste of our vice president."

Wang Han thought for a moment and found out that Janes was the Secretary General of the Living Dead in Southern Europe, and her boss was the Vice President of the Living Dead who was in charge of the Living Dead in Europe.

Further up is the executive president of the living dead. At the top of the pyramid is the president who rules the entire living dead.

In other words, there are six vice-presidents of the living dead in the seven continents of the world.

There is an executive president in each hemisphere.

Wang Han looked at Janice and said, "Let's get straight to the point, don't worry about it!"

Janice smiled softly, looking a bit like a widowed sister, "I believe Mr. Wang Han must have guessed that the president of our Living Dead appreciates you very much, so he wants to invite you to join us Living Dead!"

Wang Han looked at the chandelier above his head, "I'm a businessman. Just tell me what I need to pay and what I can get!"

Janes was stunned for a second after hearing this and then slightly opened her red lips, "Mr. Wang Han is indeed a happy person. As one of the red-clothed leaders of the Holy Light Religion, you naturally need to show some energy within your authority. As for what you will get, I don’t know the specifics.

This requires the vice president or executive president to talk to you personally, but with your energy, if you need it, you may be able to be the vice president of the living dead! Take charge of the living dead on any of the seven continents! "

Wang Han was very happy, "Ask me to be the vice-president in charge of any continent? You six vice-presidents have taken over the six continents with the most people. Are you going to give me Antarctica and let me manage penguins? Then I don't have a surname either. Horse!"

Janis laughed out loud, "Mr. Wang Han is so funny."

Wang Han put out his cigarette, "I talk for fun, you do things for fun, we are each other, since you are not sincere, then we don't have to talk!"

Seeing that Wang Han was about to leave, Janice stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Wang Han, the energy of our living dead is beyond your imagination. As long as you are willing to join us, the rewards we will give you are beyond your imagination." .”

Wang Han spread his hands, "Didn't you also find other great leaders in red? Isn't it the same with other great leaders in red?"

"Mr. Wang Han, you are the next pope, and your energy far exceeds theirs!"

"So, someone among the great red-clothed hierarchs has been bribed by you living dead, right?"

Janice opened her mouth, and after a second of silence, she smiled at Wang Han and said, "Mr. Wang Han, cooperation with us living dead is a win-win situation, why not?"

"Since there is sincerity, why doesn't the big one come to talk to me and send a small one to talk to me? Is this what you call sincerity?"

Seeing Wang Han getting up, Janice quickly followed suit and said, "Mr. Wang Han, I'm really sorry. Our vice president is ill and can't come today. He will definitely come to interview you in person tomorrow!"

Wang Han walked towards the door without looking back.

Yuan Miaomiao followed out in a hurry, "Brother Han, why don't you talk to that beauty?"

"When was the last time you got sick?" Wang Han asked.

Yuan Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, "It was many years ago!"

"You can't get sick despite your poor physical condition. Do you believe it that his top management, who is a living dead, just happened to be sick today?"

"So what does this mean?" Yuan Miaomiao asked.

Wang Han couldn't help but sneered, "According to my current status, it would be okay for their executive chairman to come and talk to me in person, but they sent a secretary-general to come and pretended to be sick. It's because you don't take me seriously, and secondly, you want to test my bottom line!

It's like someone comes to your family to talk about something, but their family sends a grandson to interview your grandpa. Do you think your grandpa will go to talk? "

Yuan Miaomiao nodded, "That's the truth, but brother Han, are you taking advantage of me?"

Wang Han slapped Yuan Miaomiao on the back of the neck.

"Then we won't talk to them anymore?" Yuan Miaomiao followed Wang Han and asked.

Wang Han lit up a cigarette again, "Talk, but they have to show enough sincerity! If they can't show enough sincerity, they can talk to whoever they like. When the time comes, I will find a way to teach the Holy Light to the people they have installed." All must be uprooted! Sometimes they cry!"

Wang Han found a hotel in Ai Le's house and stayed there.

As soon as Wang Han left, Janes took a car and went to a company.

Take the elevator to the top floor.

In the huge office, sandalwood was curling up. A middle-aged foreign man with a beard and hairline reaching the back of his head was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window meditating, dressed in Kung Fu attire.

Janice stood at the door, waiting quietly.

I don't know how long.

A man's voice came.

"No deal?"

Janis hummed and recounted what had just happened. After finishing speaking, Janis asked tentatively.

"Vice President, isn't this a bit too offending? After all, he is the future pope of the Holy Light Religion!"

The man was silent, resting his hands on his knees, palms up, with his eyes closed. You could see small purple-red blood vessels emerging from time to time under his face, making that face look very eerie.

After a long time.

The man slowly opened his eyes and made a movement to withdraw his power.

"I used to think that this young man was just a smuggler in the underground world. But now I see that this young man is better than we thought! Spending billion to buy the products of his companies is for today's success. Make an apology.

Prepare another generous gift, take an intercore unique to the living dead, and I will go see him in person! "

Janice nodded, and originally turned around to leave, but after taking two steps, she turned back and looked at the man.

"Vice president, I heard that the executive president seems to be willing to meet him!"

Hearing the words, the man nodded and smiled, "After all, he can be valued by the old pope. His value is obvious to all. It is reasonable for the executive chairman to come in person."

While talking, the man poured himself a glass of wine.

Just after taking a sip, dense purple-red blood vessels reappeared under the man's skin.

The man was panting with his hands on the table, his eyes bloodshot.

Janice quickly came up and supported the man, "Are the side effects of the internuclear still there?"

The man gritted his teeth, and his cheek and masseter muscles continued to squirm. Kong's strong arms picked up Janice and pressed her down on the bar. Her red dress was torn violently, revealing a large area of white.

The two people held an emergency meeting in full swing.

Daybreak.

Wang Han sent a message back to the Ross family.

He kicked Yuan Miaomiao and drove to Xie Sanjia's cemetery.

I poured wine, burned paper money, and lit a few cigarettes.

There were footsteps behind him, and Wang Han turned around and found that it was Xie Jun, Xie Sanjia's daughter.

"Sister Jun." Wang Han greeted with a smile.

Xie Jun knelt down and put down the flowers he bought.

Looking at Wang Han in front of him.

"Are you the Oriental who became the red leader of the Holy Light Sect in yesterday's news?" Xie Jun asked curiously.

"Yes."

Xie Jun opened his mouth, feeling unbelievable and reasonable at the same time.

I still remember the first time I met this young man. At that time, he was still wanted, but he didn't even bother with any warrants. He walked through the market with a swagger, and even turned around and took out his ID card as a senior advisor to the superintendent.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, the identity of the other party had undergone earth-shaking changes again.

After chatting with Xie Jun for a few words.

Wang Han glanced at the time, said goodbye to Xie Jun, and left the cemetery unsteadily.

afternoon.

Wang Han drove to the place.

It's a big manor.

Wang Han got out of the car and threw the keys to the car guard. Yuan Miaomiao followed behind and looked around curiously.

The road leading to the manor was filled with luxury cars.

As he walked inside, a surprised voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Wang Han? Pavilion Master, look! That seems to be Wang Han!"

Wang Han glanced around and was stunned for a moment when he saw the other party.

It turned out to be Mr. Jade from Penglai Pavilion, Jade Guizhi.