Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 84
In the Tao Zhu Mansion, Gu Daoyuan, Hu Buxi and others left here with ashen faces after seeing Fan Buchou.

They were closely guarded by a group of people, but not all of them were theirs, more than half of them were assigned by Fan Buchou, the meaning was obvious, let them rest at home for a while.

Fan Buchou did not directly divest too many of their businesses, but took away some of the backbone of their many business channels.

The remaining businesses still seem to be huge in size, but in fact, as long as the people in charge of the backbone want to attack them, they can tell them to break their capital chain on the spot. go everywhere.

The tall building is majestic, and the glass curtain wall is cleaned regularly every week, clean and transparent.

Fan Buchou sat on the office chair, and said quietly: "This matter has come to a conclusion, and Yun Youbai's affairs will be handled by you. It doesn't have to be too grand, but don't lose face." .”

Liu Jingtang stood opposite the desk, quite a distance away from Fan Buchou, and nodded expressionlessly.

Fan Buchou said again: "I heard that this time the victory was decided so quickly because Minzhi's new recruit was a young man named Guan Luoyang. You met him once, and I heard that he even played a trick , what's your impression?"

"I just had a hasty touch with him, not a fight. In fact, when I got there, it was already too late."

Liu Jingtang's expression moved slightly, and he said, "As for his impression...what is the origin of this person?"

Liu Jingtang has lived in seclusion these years, except for people like Fan Buchou who came to him, he himself has rarely taken the initiative to care about outside affairs. Guan Luoyang's fame only rose within a few months. It really didn't reach his ears.

Fan Buchou seemed to have expected it, and said, "What about his background will have a great impact on your evaluation?"

Liu Jingtang's face remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "If he is alone, and he came to Min Zhi's command, then I want your permission to ask Min Zhi to set up a trap and send me people to ambush him immediately."

Fan Buchou wondered: "Why, just because he killed Youbai? You should know that this matter is Minzhi's intention, tracing the source can be regarded as my instruction."

Liu Jingtang shook his head: "It's not entirely because of this reason, it's just because he is too sharp, and Minzhi, although he has read a lot, is still immature and can't control him."

Fan Buchou nodded, took a folder and lightly threw it to Liu Jingtang, saying: "He can't be regarded as alone. This young man also has ambitions and greed. He first took the position among those low-level gangs." , and then annexed the Quartet by means of wind and thunder, and pulled out Yandu's manpower before entering Minzhi's field of vision."

Liu Jingtang flicked through the documents, his brows furrowed indiscernibly.

"Oh, no one can predict where he will cut with the lonely knife, but when he has ambition, power, and subordinates, his shortcomings will become more and more. This person is not as dangerous as you think."

Fan Buyou was confident, and said jokingly, "Besides, although I have delegated power, I am not dead after all. Even if Minzhi can't do it, how many years do you think I can suppress him?"

Liu Jingtang closed the document and said, "Judging from his style and purpose based on this information, the Tao-Zhu Group can indeed suppress him and even manipulate him, but I still want to say that you'd better include the plan to kill him. During the filing, make thorough preparations.”

Fan Buchou's smile faded a little: "How do you say it?"

"You haven't found out his exact background yet, but one thing is obvious, he is young enough."

There was a slight memory in Liu Jingtang's eyes, those slightly green eyebrows were actually not much bigger than Fan Minzhi, "He can kill Yun Lao Er now, so there is no need to say more, then who can guess 100% that a genius will progress speed?"

"Back then, the old lady Xitan from the Black Spire Society also thought she could control Yandu, but when Yandu was 27 years old, she killed her and succeeded in ascending to the position. A lesson from the past will serve as a teacher for future generations."

Fan Buchou showed a contemplative expression, nodded slightly, and said: "It makes sense, I will think about it carefully. Well, you can go to work first."

Liu Jingtang put the documents on the table, and left here. His low-heeled black leather boots stepped on the floor of the office, and there was only an insignificant sound, without leaving any dirty marks.

Fan Buchou looked at the floors he stepped on, and when he turned his eyes away, he could see a few rows of wet and muddy footprints beside him.

It was raining outside a while ago, and Fan Buchou was also sitting here, and heard the sound of rain hitting the glass. Gu Daoyuan and Hu Buxi were still wet when they came, and there was still muddy water from Bukit Sor under their feet.

None of them had a chance to change clothes, but Liu Jingtang's body was already dry.

Click! !
The door of the office was closed, and Liu Jingtang left here.

Fan Buchou's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice: "It means that Taozhu Group can suppress Luoyang, not me, haha. If geniuses with outstanding military strength can't be controlled, how can you be?" Where is my son-in-law?"

If in this era where true spirit machines are gradually becoming the high-end mainstream, geniuses with outstanding military strength really cannot be controlled, then Minzhi, if that happens in the future, who will he rely on to balance his brother-in-law?

Fan Buchou picked up the dedicated phone on the desk and gave some orders to the secretary he had arranged beside Fan Minzhi.

"Continue to check his background, find out if he has any relatives or friends... and then carefully probe into his preferences, power, reputation, women... Control him from contacting with talents in reconstructive surgery, especially experts in bionic machinery... ..."

"In addition, find someone to estimate the data of the world's top bionic machine, how much damage will it have after going through these battles since Guan Luoyang's debut..."

In [-] minutes, Fan Buchou ordered nearly [-] things, in addition to the part about Guan Luoyang, there were also some words about Fan Minzhi and Lang Feiyan, and asked the secretary to convey them.

After putting down the phone, Fan Buchou interlaced his fingers and put them on his abdomen, leaning back on the back of the chair comfortably with his upper body, and closed his eyes.

"At least, this Guan Luoyang is more greedy than you..."

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On the second day after killing Yun Youbai, Guan Luoyang just came out of the basement when he heard bad news.

"President, the expert we contacted before, played too much in the past two days and injured his hand. It is impossible to preside over high-intensity mechanical transformation surgery for at least fifty days."

Guan Luoyang said displeased: "Didn't you contact the whole hospital before? In the whole hospital, he is the only one who can perform this kind of operation?"

Lao An is also helpless: "For a mechanical transformation operation, there is only one surgeon, and there are twenty or thirty assistants. These people are not ordinary talents. It would be great for a hospital to have such a team, otherwise it would be worth a lot. Why is it so high?"

He added, "Several other companies in Singapore and Malaysia, with our current scale, can actually talk, but they are all full, and they will have to wait until two months at the earliest."

Guan Luoyang was keenly aware that something was wrong, but if this matter was really deliberately targeted, what should be the next move?

Is it possible to send him a group of reformed warriors to be inserted in the Shenzhou Jieyi Club?
Because of such doubts, Guan Luoyang was not surprised when he received a call from Lang Feiyan a few hours later.

"...Haha, Director Lang's news is really well-informed, there is indeed such a thing."

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mix sand with you, we are all serious business people."

Lang Feiyan smiled and said, "But my sister, I have privately invested in some clinics and hospitals. Dr. Song's fall has also affected my income a bit. I checked him and found your appointment."

Guan Luoyang made a nasal sound, and seemed to be stunned: "Director Lang is well connected in this regard?"

"It's a little bit, why, in a hurry to reform your subordinates?"

Lang Feiyan heard the sound of flipping paper, and after a while, he said, "It's not impossible, I can help you make an appointment next month, but the number of people may be a little limited, let's do five first?"

Guan Luoyang smiled and said: "Five is fine too, the main reason is that I have too poor a staff now, so if I can have five, I can fill the field anyway."

Lang Feiyan smiled and said: "Okay, Minzhi sent someone to talk to you about Yun Lao Er's business, I will add this item to them, and then someone under your command will talk to them in detail."

After Guan Luoyang thanked him, he hung up the phone with a sneer on his face.

In the next few days, the Shenzhou Jieyi Club fell into a full and busy life again. Their business and manpower expanded again. After they gained enough fame, there was an endless stream of people who came to seek jobs.

There is no lack of some young and middle-aged elites who are already very talented and experienced, directly from their original industries, and come here directly.

The market they occupy is large enough, but the original manpower is simply too busy. When many people come to apply for jobs, their goals are management positions.

With Lao An's talent, it's enough to be busy with his own accounting work, but he can't be called an expert in understanding other aspects, and he can't even make an accurate assessment of their abilities.

It was Guan Luoyang who came forward and directly borrowed a group of interviewers from Tao Zhu Group from Fan Minzhi and the others.

Guan Luoyang didn't care how many of these people were looking for jobs sincerely, and how many were acting as nails without the instructions of others. What he cared about was whether these people's backgrounds could be considered clean.

In Xinma Port, it is already a common phenomenon to have dealt with gangs before, and this cannot be used as a criterion for income at all.

The so-called cleanliness is to lower the bottom line to a very low level, as long as they have not committed serious crimes.

Of course, the investigation and exploration in this area is done by a group of people that Guan Luoyang trusts more, but in fact, such a large-scale investigation of the wealth background of a large number of people is also to cover up some small actions.

In those dark corners, some records that were regarded as old things, were taken for granted, turned a blind eye, had been processed, and were no longer cared about were collected in Guan Luoyang's hands.

The cold basement, the temperature of zero degrees Celsius.

On the low bed, Guan Luoyang flipped through the printed materials, old newspapers, and scrapped files one by one.

Shocking bloody incidents, one after another, are displayed on typed paper, and there was even a handwritten handwriting with a ballpoint pen.

There is a self-narration of a young woman in it.

That happened five or six years ago. Her father, because he published a report on the sale of human organs, wanted to ask those people who died ignorantly and were forced to have their organs harvested, and fought for some justice, but the result was Being targeted by gang members.

Brambles made of steel wire bound her father's body. A child in his early ten years, holding a knife, cut open her father's stomach on the dirty concrete shore, let the hot blood flow into the sea water, and then drove her Father ran in the direction of his home.

This incident was regarded by the leader of the gang as a random choice to train his son.

All of this was made into a video tape and sent to her home. Just by looking at the text, one could imagine her heartbroken heartbroken and furious hatred at that time.

Such a cruel tragedy is enough for her to take any action.

But a few years have passed, and the last thing left by her family may be only half of the notes that fell into Guan Luoyang's hands.

Guan Luoyang read most of the short notes for a long time before continuing to read down.

He had long guessed that the upper echelons of the Tao Zhu Group were almost all undeserving, but he was just an ordinary person after all.

The killing intent generated by speculation and deduction is completely different from the kind of anger that burns from the bone marrow after seeing the actual records.

The identity of the murderer is really easy to guess.

Take all the clues in hand, each of which can directly point to a person in the upper echelons of the Tao Zhu Group, Fan Buchou, Fan Minzhi, Yun Youbai, Gu Daoyuan... Even lower than them, only this One piece of information can cover hundreds of people.

The current scale of the Shenzhou Jieyi Society is not small, but it is by no means too high. It is absolutely impossible for Guan Luoyang to order people to find out what they have done. It is true that it is one tenth of them. It is exaggerated.

This southwestern community, which hosts nearly a million people, looks like shaded trees, smooth roads, high walls and cars, in an orderly manner.

But after Guan Luoyang finished reading the information in his hand, it was as if he had spied a majestic and huge lair from a deep and dark cave.

He vaguely felt that maybe just outside this basement was not the steel jungle and the bustling urban area, but the distorted iron cage in the shadow, the blood that was pressed into the ground.

People who are unable to change can only hold on to their little hope of survival and walk in such darkness with difficulty.

And higher than they are, layer by layer, gold is squeezed out of the blood, gems are pulled out of the bones, and the magnificent enjoyment of the high place is decorated layer by layer.

On the high platform, which was only willing to wear a small half mask, the evil spirits held up their splendidly decorated wine glasses, waiting for the next celebration.

In the city of man, the devil is on high.

This kind of decay and horror, compared with that corner of the late Qing Dynasty, has never been slightly less.

Even now, Guan Luoyang knew more.

With his mouth closed, he was able to cut steel teeth, bite up and down, and with a movement of less than a millimeter, he could make a sound like a knife blade.

He also gradually closed his eyes, hiding his eyes, restraining his anger.

There are some things that shouldn't be vented in the cold and innocent air in this basement.

The fiery madness was restrained, gathered and waited by Guan Luoyang.

The power of the mind, like a ferocious beast eager to get out of the cage, stimulates the body and collides with the vitality.

Originally, it was difficult to choose the hesitation that was only a mile away from "everything borrows momentum", because Guan Luoyang didn't think about what kind of momentum he wanted to experience most deeply and most.

But this thought of resentment made him not in the mood to think slowly, and directly crushed his hesitation, and the blue bird's vitality was swayed by the severe impact.

As a result, a deeper residue was calcined out.

In the vitality, a broken and sharp halo appeared, unrestrained across the flesh and blood, and rose into the brain.

After thousands of years of wear and tear, the remnants of the true form of the blue bird have become so dilapidated that they cannot be used to complete a complete cultivation.

But these remaining things have become the best raw materials at this moment, and they have been subconsciously forged into the most suitable appearance by Guan Luoyang's persistent practice.

That is the context after the new creation of the technique, and it is also related to Luoyang's determination, it is his decision at the moment, it is his momentum.

——If demons and ghosts live in the high places of the sky, then I will start from the most ordinary and vast dust...

"Up! Poor! Bi! Down!!!"

(End of this chapter)