Play Nice

Chapter 450 450: Jing Zhao High Energy and High Burning (two more)

Jing Zhao first went to buy a mobile phone for Shang Lingling, replaced the phone card, and then drove to the Yang Group.

There is a pedestrian gate in the lobby, and a work permit is required to enter and exit.

Jing Zhao made a call.

"I'm Jing Zhao."

Called cousin brother-in-law over there.

"Can you come down?" Jing Zhao knew that Yang Qingchi was intern at Yang's, and heard Chai Qiu say it.

Yang Qingchi came down very quickly, and only dawdled after seeing Jing Zhao. He was really surprised, and he didn't know him well.

"Are you looking for me?"

Jing Zhao held an umbrella in his hand: "I'm looking for your grandfather."

Yang Qingchi thought to himself: Then why did you call me down?
"Please swipe the card for me."

"Oh."

Yang Qingchi took off the work card hanging around his neck and swiped the card for Jing Zhao.

After Jing Zhao entered, he walked towards the elevator.

Yang Qingchi followed uncomfortably, and the two got on the elevator together.Yang Qingchi pressed seventeen.

Jing Zhao did not press.

"Grandpa you is in the company, right?"

"exist."

Jing Zhao asked, "How many floors?"

Yang Qingchi replied like a conditioned reflex: "The nineteenth floor."

It was a suffocating, overwhelming sense of oppression.

For a long time, Yang Qingchi was a little afraid of business leaders, Fang Dogtou said, there is no way, this is blood suppression.But why here in Jing Zhao, he also felt suppressed.

Can bloodline suppression be shared by husband and wife?
"How's your grandfather?" Jing Zhao finished pressing the floor and went back to the back of the elevator.

His shadow was reflected on the elevator door in front. His back was leaning against the elevator, his slender legs were slanted, his palms were against the handle of the umbrella, the umbrella was leaning on the ground, and his posture was very casual.

Yang Qingchi glanced at the shadow on the door: "It's good."

"Are there regular checkups?"

"Have."

"Heart disease, high blood pressure, neither."

"No."

Jing Zhao was wearing all black today.

He doesn't wear black very often, and black makes him seem impersonal.

The seventeenth floor is here.

After the door opened, Yang Qingchi didn't go down.

Jing Zhao raised his head and looked at each other on the "mirror" of the elevator door: "Aren't you going down?"

"I just happened to be looking for my grandpa too."

Yang Qingchi didn't go down, the elevator door closed.

The nineteenth floor arrived soon, the door opened, and someone just happened to come in.

Is a vice president of the finance department.

The vice president nodded to Yang Qingchi: "Mr. Yang." He stepped aside and let someone get off first.

Jing Zhao went down first.

Yang Qingchi chased after him: "What's the matter with you coming to my grandpa?"

Why ask those weird questions in the elevator?

Yang Qingchi had a feeling that Jing Summoner was not good.Fang Luming said that the business leader had the great fortune and met Jing Zhao, who was so good-natured, but during the short time in the elevator just now, Yang Qingchi did not think that Jing Zhao had no temper. On the contrary, he felt that Jing Zhao was dangerous.

Jing Zhao stopped and turned around: "Your cousin said that you are not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong."

Yang Qingchi didn't understand what he meant.

"Don't follow."

The chairman's office is in the middle of the nineteenth floor.

Jing Zhao walked to the door of the office and knocked three times.

"I, Jing Zhao."

"Come in."

Jing Zhao went in and closed the door.

Yang Kangnian greeted him with a smile: "Why did you come here? Didn't the collar lead come together? Since you got married, our family hasn't had a good meal. You came just in time. Let's make an appointment, you and the collar collar. When are you free-"

Jing Zhao pulled out the chair and sat down, putting the umbrella aside: "Sean is dead."

The smile on Yang Kangnian's face suddenly froze.

"family?"

Jing Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the painting on the back wall. The painting was of a tiger. It was Master Qi Qiubai's "White Tiger Picture".

Yang Kangnian is also a tiger with a smiling face.

Jing Zhao took his eyes off the "White Tiger" and said, "Stop acting."

Yang Kangnian had never seen such aura of Jing Zhao in any young man, and he couldn't even catch Jing Zhao's eyes.

"I just want to get back the shares of the Yang family, and Sean promised me that he wouldn't really do anything to the collar."

"There's no need to make excuses, it's not necessary." Jing Zhao took out a pen from the pen holder on the table, a very ordinary ballpoint pen, the black barrel was turning between his fingers, he raised his eyelids lightly, "Who is my father Jing Jiuqi? killed?"

Yang Kangnian replied, "I don't know."

"He made the last phone call to you before he died."

Jing Zhao has something to do.

He can make people have nowhere to hide, pressing step by step with a slow and leisurely tone.

Yang Kangnian asked Xiao En who Jing Zhao was. Xiao En said that Jing Zhao's life was worth a city in three continents in western Myanmar.

"Sean didn't tell me the details. I only made an appointment with Lu Changyou for him. I don't know about the rest." Yang Kangnian is telling the truth. He and Sean are just a cooperative relationship, and Sean won't tell him everything.

"That is to say," Jing Zhao paused, "you helped Sean lead my father out, like this time."

A click.

The pen was broken by him, and the fracture of the plastic barrel was not neat, exposing the sharp tip.

"I," Yang Kangnian looked at the tip of the pen and swallowed involuntarily, "I didn't know it would kill your father. Sean told me at the time that he just wanted what your father had."

Jing Zhao was silent for a while after listening.

After a short while, a layer of sweat broke out from Yang Kangnian's back. Jing Zhao was different from the enemies he encountered in the shopping mall, and he was different from the wicked people like Shang Yude. Jing Zhao had the entire Golden World in his hands. , if he wants to get someone, it's easy, and Sean is not an example.

Sean is actually dead, he is really dead, Sisigor's mafia can't fight Jing Zhao, then the next...

"You should be thankful that you are in the empire. If you were in West West, you would be dead now." Jing Zhao looked at the broken pen in his hand, his fingers slid across the tip, the strength was not well controlled, the pulp of the finger was cut, and blood was oozing out. Come out, "You know, I'm patient now."

Dulu was dead, so was Sean, they were the ones who killed his father.

He is not addicted to killing, but letting go of his enemies requires patience.

"So you have to be patient. Before I send you in, stay calm and do nothing, especially stay away from my wife, don't bother her, don't make her mind, don't even think about it. Find another backer to deal with me, nothing more than three things, you have already jumped in my minefield twice, and there will be another time," Jing Zhao said, "I will touch your precious grandson."

Yang Kangnian stared: "You—"

Jing Zhao raised his hand and threw the broken pen in his hand. The sharp tip brushed Yang Kangnian's hair and pierced the tiger's eyes.

Yang Kangnian suddenly lost his voice.

Jing Zhao got up and took the umbrella: "It's a fake."

The real "White Tiger" is in Golden World.

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