Ninth Special District

In the office of the general manager assistant of Fengbei Longxing Pharmaceutical Company Building, a young man with a very pale skin and a handsome face with three or seven points is staring at the computer and is carefully revising the report on the restructuring of the drug production line.

A knock on the door rang, and the young man raised his head and shouted, "Go in."

The door opened, and a beautiful secretary with a dignified face reminded with a smile: "President Xing, the president and the manager are back, and we are in the small meeting room on the top floor."

"I'm back?" After a moment's surprise, the young man stood up and greeted: "Quickly, help me print the report, and I go into the house to change clothes."

"Okay." The secretary nodded.

The young man hurriedly pushed away the office chair and trot into the rest room to change clothes.

He is the third son of Longxing Medicine, named Xingzihao. He is 24 years old and has just graduated from an aristocratic university in District 7. He is currently working as an assistant to the general manager of a family company. This Longxing company is Yuan Hua ’s largest in Fengbei relationship.

...

About twenty minutes later, Xing Zihao replaced his valuable white suit with ordinary tooling in the company, and then tied a more rigid tie. Then he asked the secretary: "How are you looking?"

"Very good." The secretary covered her mouth and smiled. "It just looked too low-key, not like your style."

"The old man eats this set." Xing Zihao grinned and reached up to pick up the printed report on the table: "If you order a better Western restaurant, I might take the old man in a while."

"Got it." The secretary nodded again.

After finishing his account, Xing Zihao took the report in his hand and strode out of the office.

In the small meeting room on the top floor of the building.

A middle-aged and middle-aged man, sitting on a sofa and drinking his tea with his head down, waved his hands at a dozen senior executives and said, "Call Pete to come in. You go out first and meet tomorrow."

"Okay, President Xian."

Everyone bowed and nodded in unison, each holding a report and documents that had been prepared for a long time, and quickly turned away.

About five minutes later, a foreigner in leather just entered the house and sat down. Xingzihao pushed the door and walked in, shouting with spring breeze: "Dad, Second Brother, Director Pete."

General Manager Xing looked up at his three sons and only nodded slightly and asked, "Are you still in the company?"

Xing Zihao nodded and smiled: "There have been many things lately. I'll work overtime."

President Xing laid his palms in his hands and whispered softly: "Don't you hear that I'm back before I work overtime."

"Dad, don't you dismantle my Taiwan business?" Xing Zihao scratched his head shyly.

"What's wrong with you?" The second child of the Xing family sitting on the left asked softly.

"Ah, something is wrong." Xing Zihao handed the report to his dad, sitting on the sofa and said, "I recently went to the workshop to observe the production line. I found that our company's equipment is old, which caused manpower. The cost is high, so ... "

President Xing picked up the report and glanced down at the title of the cover and replied: "The equipment has been replaced, I have considered it. OK, I will look back."

"Dad, I have done this equipment report for a long time, and I have also carried out research, and even contacted several companies that provide equipment ..." Xing Zihao opened his mouth to elaborate.

The Chief Executive put down the report and looked up at the foreigner and asked, "Pete, did the equipment change in the second factory area, did Zi Rong mention it to you?"

"Here, the report he gave was perfect," the foreigner said with a thumbs up. "Like God made it."

Xing Zihao stunned.

"Haha." Mr. Xing smiled and pointed to the three sons. "You and your elder brother thought about going together. Okay, let's put the report here, and I will look back."

"Ah!" Xing Zihao held back for a long time before nodding his face flushed.

"You go out first, let's talk about some things." President General greeted softly.

Xing Zihao slowly stood up and smiled and asked again, "Dad, have a meal together at night?"

After a long while, President Xuan glanced down at his watch and said, "No, we will take a bath for three of us in a while, just take some food."

"Okay," Xing Zihao said with a smile: "Then you are busy first."

"Well." President General nodded and turned to look at his second son: "You continue to follow the line of thought just now, the new agent ..."

Xing Zihao glanced at the three men and turned to leave, while the smile on his face was replaced by a dark expression.

At the door, the secretary who had been waiting for a long time saw Xingzihao coming out and immediately asked with a smile: "Is the report handed in? Is the boss happy?"

Xing Zihao suddenly turned his head, his eyes flushed and asked: "Is this your problem to worry about?"

The secretary shut up immediately.

...

After two hours.

In a high-end apartment building in Fengbei, Xing Zihao took the nerve drug stock solution produced by his own pharmaceutical company and bowed his head into his arm with a syringe.

"Uh……!"

Xing Zihao closed his eyes, his arms trembling and took a breath into his chest.

After a few seconds, he lay on the sofa and twitched.

After a long time, the door opened, and a young and beautiful girl walked in with a bunch of things in her hand and said, "Oh, husband, I'm really sorry, I just sent my mother back to the hospital ... . "

Xing Zihao looked at the girl dullly and suddenly grinned: "It's okay, you come."

When the girl heard the sound, she immediately put down her hand, changed her slippers, and rushed over and rushed over, dragging Xing Zihao's arm and asked, "Have you eaten, baby?"

Xing Zihao wrapped his arms around the girl's neck and suddenly asked, "I just took a shower and saw a disposable razor for men in the trash can. Whose?"

The girl was shocked: "My father's, he lived here with my mother yesterday."

"I called you last night, why didn't you answer it?" Xing Zihao gently pinched the girl's neck and asked, "You lied to me?"

"I do not have……."

"What the **** are you, let me wait an hour and a half? Are you still bringing someone home?"

"My mother is going to see a doctor, so they came here. They lived here last night."

"Snapped!"

Xing Zihao pinched the girl's neck with his left hand and raised his right arm to hit her in the face: "Damn, you let me wait? Why do you keep me waiting, ah?"

The girl was beaten with blood in her nostrils, howling and shoving Xingzihao: "Are you crazy? They really came last night. My phone was dead. I don't believe you called my dad."

"Push me? Mouth? You don't know where you are, do you?"

Xing Zihao was like crazy, venting all the discomfort in his heart to the girl, waving his fist like an animal.

The girl rebelled at the beginning, but after the head was continuously hit hard, the whole person was ignorant, only instinctively protecting the vital point with his arm, letting the fist fall like raindrops.

Xing Zihao struck for a full seven or eight minutes. The whole talent felt a little out of control. His eyes were breathless and he sat on the ground covered with blood.

The girl's entire face was swollen like a pig's head ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ After a long delay, she cried and said: "It's really my parents who came ... I don't believe you called them."

"I hit NM!" Xing Zihao stood up swaying, his anger slightly reduced: "There is money in the bedside table, take it."

"what do you mean?"

"I've done enough. I will live in this house tomorrow." Xing Zihao picked up his pink coat and left Yang Chang.

...

downstairs.

Xing Zihao had just got into the car and the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey?"

"Hello, less punishment, this is Songjiang Yongdong."

"Something said." Xing Zihao lowered his head to reach out the cigarette case, and his voice responded lukewarmly.

"Songjiang ran a very important person here, probably went to Fengbei." Yong Dong responded politely: "Mr. Yuan meant to let me go, please help."

"Come and call me." Xing Zihao responded and hung up his phone.

...

Songjiang.

Yongdong sat in the car and frowned at the co-pilot's attendant and asked, "Are you sure he went to Fengbei?"

"I'm not particularly sure." The classmate responded cautiously: "I asked some acquaintances around Xiaoqu and asked, he had a friend in Fengbei and had a good relationship. He must be unable to stay in Songjiang now, so it's very big Maybe it went to Fengbei. "

Yongdong weighed for a while: "You continue to inquire, we will go to Fengbei first."

"Okay." The follower nodded.

...

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Qin Yu, Lao Mao, and Guan Qi walked out of Fengbei Station.

This book is first published from the 17K Novel Network, the first time to read the genuine content! The author's message: The plot needs to be paved. At least ten chapters have been pushed out before the shelves. After the high C, everyone is a little restless. The brother with the recommended vote in his hand casts a vote!