Ultimate Pawn

Adolf bowed respectfully and apologized, making everyone in the restaurant stunned.

Chen Zongheng just sat there calmly and drank his glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Next time, put less butter, remember."

Adolf bowed and nodded, "Yes, the villain understands, the villain remember!"

Chen Zongheng wiped his hands indifferently, got up after the meal.

Qiu Yiren followed and got up, about to call the waiter over to check out.

As a result, Adolf spoke first.

"Madam, for this purchase, Blue Whale Restaurant will give you free orders!"

Adolf bowed and said seriously, "In the future, whenever you come to my Blue Whale Restaurant, all your consumption will be free for life! Madam, you will become a global diamond VIP customer of my Blue Whale Restaurant."

Qiu Yi's pretty face was stunned and a little dazed.

This, is this free of charge?

Will I still have a lifetime free order if I eat later? ?

This is Michelin three-star.

So casual?

With a dazed look, Qiu Yiren followed Chen Zong and walked out of the restaurant.

The Mercedes-Benz fleet stopped quietly at the door, and a group of bodyguards looked around to ensure the safety of the surrounding area.

Qiu Yiren and Chen Zong got into the car.

The Mercedes Benz fleet drove away slowly and disappeared at the end of the night street.

"Do you know that Michelin chef?"

Sitting in the car, Qiu Yiren couldn't hide his curiosity and asked.

Chen Zongheng on the side took a faint puff of cigarette, and said casually, "I saw it once at a French meeting. The dishes he cooked are too greasy."

"Oh." Qiu Yiren nodded. At the same time a trace of doubt flashed in my mind...

Meeting in France? What kind of meetings in France has this mysterious guy ever attended? Why would the dignified three-star Michelin chefs respect him so much? ?

I am afraid that the Qiuyi people did not know that the French conference that Chen Zong said was... it was an internationally renowned global summit where leaders, political and business leaders from all countries gathered.

At the summit four years ago, it was Chen Zong who single-handedly slaughtered everywhere.

Since that year, the global summit in France was forced to cancel. It has never been held again.

Ten minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz fleet slowly drove into the purple garden mansion area.

This night, it was still quiet and deep, without the slightest crisis.

But the quieter, the deeper the anxiety in Qiu Yiren's heart.

When will the threats from the Quartet and the revenge of the Huang family erupt?

...

The next day, early morning.

Chen Zongheng completed 10,000 push-ups and pull-ups in the villa. After the shower, put on a neat black suit.

Then, he went straight to the Qiu Family Manor, dozens of meters away.

In Qiu's Manor, sister Qiu Shuang was lying at the table, waiting for breakfast.

However, when she saw Chen Zongong coming in, the little girl was taken aback.

"You, it's okay?" Qiu Shuang blinked her big eyes, her face in disbelief.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at her with the corner of it. He dismissed this ‘big-chested and no-brain’ little yellow-haired girl.

"Ruan Wenyao, what did you do to you?" The little girl originally thought that today that **** Chen Zong must be dead, even if he doesn't die... at least he's half disabled. Ruan Wenyao's revenge was terrible. He would have to go to the hospital and lie down for ten and a half months.

But as a result, early in the morning... this man appeared in front of him unharmed?

This……

What about Ruan Wenyao's revenge?

Ruan Wenyao's consistent style is that there is no hatred overnight.

But why... Is there nothing wrong with Chen Zongheng?

...

At the same time, the Qiu Group Building.

A BMW five-series sedan drifted with a brake and stopped aggressively at the door of the building.

The general manager of the security department...Ding Daman, slowly stepped out of the BMW sedan.

He didn't drive the BMW himself, but the driver he hired.

As for him, he enjoys the ostentation of a boss.

Today, his complexion is very good, and his fat figure is actually put on an extra-large suit. Liu Liang, who has combed his hair, has a thick layer of gel cream.

The only weird thing is that there are two thick plaster bandages wrapped around his hands, shoulders and arms.

The day before yesterday, both of his arms were abolished by Chen Zong on the spot. The joint dislocated and shattered. Nowadays, it can only be fixed by plaster bandage to let it recover slowly.

However, his arm was scrapped and he could slowly recover. The doctor said that as long as it costs money, the pair of arms can press on the artificial joints, and the hands can still be used normally in the future.

On weekdays, he hacked the company's rebates and money. It is not a problem to spend some money to install artificial joints.

"Hello Ding."

"Ding Ge, early."

At the gate of the group, a group of security guards greeted Ding Daman with respect.

Ding Daman enjoyed this feeling very much. He greeted the security guards with his hands in thick plaster.

"Xiao Wang, light me a cigarette." Ding Daman commanded with a touch of satisfaction on his plump face.

A security guard hurried forward, handed the cigarette to Ding Daman's mouth, and then respectfully lit it to him.

"Well, everyone is working hard. I will be promoted in the future. You...are all my capable people, and I will promote each of you to a rank."

Ding Daman said with a smile.

The security guards present applauded one after another, with a hint of excitement on their faces.

"I wish Ding Ge an early promotion."

"Ge Ding, the position of the security director must be yours."

The subordinates boasted about slapped the horse.

Ding Daman really enjoyed this kind of taste.

He took a deep breath, his eyes full of satisfaction.

Since yesterday, Chen Zong's servant was taken away by the Dongmen.

Ding Daman knew that his chance... was here.

Last night, Chen Zong's squad, there is no doubt that he will die!

None of the people Dong Men took away can come back alive.

That Dongmen, I want to come is the means behind Ruan Gongzi.

Ding Daman had a better chance of winning when he thought that he was still standing on behalf of Mr. Ruan the day before yesterday.

Once Chen Zong died, the position of the security director was vacated. Relying on the friendship that he has made for Mr. Ruan, Mr. Ruan will definitely help himself!

With the support of Mr. Ruan and the support of countless security guards present! Then he Ding Daman, why not worry about being promoted?

As for that Chen Zong? Ha... At this moment, I am afraid it has become a corpse.

Thinking of this, a dark smile appeared on Ding Daman's fat face.

"Help me in." He took a deep breath, with a hint of boss style, and slowly ordered.

The two security guards stepped forward respectfully, supported his fat body weighing two hundred jin, and slowly walked into the building.

The subordinate helped Ding Daman into the elevator.

Ding Daman suddenly said slowly, "Give me the ninety-nine floor. I want to go to the 99th floor."

The two security guards nodded and hurriedly pressed down the ninety-ninth floor elevator.

Soon, the elevator rose to the 99th floor and opened the door.

Ding Daman slowly walked out of the elevator with the support of two of his men. Then, all the way to the door of Chen Zongheng's office.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the sign in front of the door meaningfully: Security Director's Office.

Gradually, Ding Daman's mouth raised a smile.

He kicked the office door open, and then in the surprised gaze of the surrounding administrative staff... he slowly walked into the office.

Standing in the security director's office, Ding Daman's eyes became excited. He scanned the office environment around him.

The director's office is spacious and luxurious.

His eyes were excited, and his breathing was rapid.

In a little while, here...will become his Ding Daman's office.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly sat down on Chen Zong's position. Feel the soft sitting position of the chair.

"How about this office?" Ding Daman's mouth was full of smiles, and the fox asked the two subordinates with a smirk.

"Big, really big!"

"Congratulations to Ding, this office will be yours in a few days." The two men said with a gracious smile on their faces.

The smile on Ding Daman's face was even more unscrupulous. The big fat face was distorted because of the smile, and the fat almost covered his eyes.

...

At this time, Qiu's Building was downstairs.

A row of black Mercedes-Benz fleets is slowly stopping at the door downstairs.

Chen Zong, dressed in a straight suit, slowly stepped out of the Mercedes Benz.

Qiu Yiren followed and got out of the car.

"Whose car is this car?"

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes lightly glanced at the BMW parked at the door, and asked a question in confusion.

"Uh, Mr. Qiu...Yes...It belongs to Manager Ding. I will help him drive away immediately." A security guard stepped forward and said vaguely.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes frowned lightly, without saying much, turned around and walked into the building...

Chen Zonggong looked indifferently, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed him in.

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