I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 407
Queen's Road East.

Shixin Building.

A [-]-story new-style building stands on the east side of the avenue. There are many white-collar workers in suits, ties, and leather shoes. The bosses come and go, coming in and out, and walking in a hurry.

The group rode in a luxury car. Arrogant people wearing sunglasses, suits and leather shoes escorted a Baixi boss into the elevator in an orderly manner, pressed the button for the [-]th floor, and arrived at the gate of the Fengshui company.

At the door, a handsome female assistant with curly hair, short skirt, high-heeled shoes, and flesh-colored stockings stepped forward, asking respectfully, "What's the matter, sir?"

Li Chenghao took off his sunglasses, straightened his chest, looked at the young and beautiful female assistant, his eyes just showed a hint of interest, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the pair of little buns with disdain on his face, raised his hands and looked around and said, "Come to Fengshui." Of course, the company is considered Feng Shui, but I see that your company has a problem with Feng Shui, and I plan to help you change Feng Shui."

The female assistant was just about to greet the guests, but when she heard the other party's bad tone, she smiled more humbly, leaned over and said, "Sir, what's your surname, I'll ask Master Chen to take a look."

When she comes out to work, she earns a living, but there is no need to fight against more than a dozen strong men with fierce faces. When running a Fengshui company, she often encounters troublemakers, and every time she insists on going back, she will be dealt with by others.

Li Chenghao nodded in satisfaction.

Ma Zai shouted: "Go call someone!"

Li Chenghao walked to a sofa in the reception area and sat down. He slipped his sunglasses into his breast pocket and glanced wildly. In the small office area was a pool of Fengshui fish tanks, some gossip mirrors, Fengshui bamboos, Fengshui Magazines and vertical portrait billboards, and even a rockery on the coffee table, reveals the taste of metaphysics everywhere.

A corridor in the office area leads to several offices. A moment after the female assistant enters an office, a gentle-looking gentleman in a gray gown and gold-rimmed glasses steps out of the corridor, looking at Yi Hai in a gentle manner. The brothers nodded slightly, and finally turned their eyes around the crowd, looked at Li Chenghao and said, "Mr. Li, good afternoon."

Chen Lang's Fengshui company is located in Central, and it has always been safe and sound with the support of Xinji. No young and Dangerous boy dares to make trouble, but once someone comes to make trouble, even Xinji can't make peace.

This time Chen Lang didn't call anyone, and he didn't even think of calling the police, so he came to see the guest by himself.

Li Chenghao beckoned, snapped his fingers, took a handful of black stars from his subordinates, and pulled down the bolt without hesitation: "Crack."

Pointing the gun at Chen Lang, he said in a playful tone: "Master Chen is good at fortune-telling, even my name, Bakuan, really Bakuan!"

People would be nervous when facing a gun, and Chen Lang couldn't help but become flustered. It's rare to see people who draw their guns at the slightest disagreement.

But he still kept his basic composure, waved his hands pretending to be confident and said with a smile: "In the morning, there are magpies crowing outside the window, and it is a sign of valuable guests coming. Mr. Duan once showed me Mr. Li's information, so I know the famous Mr. Li."

Li Chenghao squinted his eyes, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared in his heart. He stood up suddenly and held Chen Lang's head with a gun, condescendingly forced the opponent with the gun, opened his eyes, murderous intent boiled over, and roared like thunder: "You fucking help Duan Long plot against me!"

"Grandma Thurei, rush to the street!"

As a person in Jianghu, Li Chenghao doesn't necessarily believe in Fengshui, but he must be in awe. Hearing that Duan Long took his information to find a master, he immediately thought of being a Fengshui bureau to harm people.

No wonder, he couldn't find any good girls when he went to the stables recently. Damn, he must have been fucked.

"Mr. Li, don't get me wrong. I only do Fengshui for my house to keep people safe." Chen Lang felt the coldness of the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, and his eyes immediately showed panic. Qian Tianhe will be condemned by God, I will definitely not do it for Duan Long."

"Oh? So Master Chen is very good at home feng shui?" Li Chenghao suddenly suppressed his anger, sat back on the chair, and slammed the pistol on the table again: "Crack!"

The tempered glass table actually cracked a few fine marks, and Li Chenghao said loudly, "Then, master, what do you think of the Feng Shui in this office?"

His eyes wandered around, Chen Lang couldn't help himself, forced a smile, and replied: "The weather is smooth, the Lord is safe, and the source of wealth is near."

Li Chenghao put his arms on the sofa, raised his legs, and said with a sneer, "But I don't think shit makes sense, and I deserve a beating!"

"Boom!" The driver, Four-eyed Jie, turned around and overturned the Fengshui bathtub. The huge fish tank fell to the ground and exploded immediately. Immediately kicked over the table, picked up the chair and threw it at the office area. The beautifully furnished office area was smashed into a mess.

The female assistant hid in the corner of the room with a few colleagues, her face turned pale with fright, but Li Chenghao patted the armrest of the sofa and said in a proud tone: "I don't think your Feng Shui is very good?"

Li Chenghao flicked the toe of his white leather shoes, and said arrogantly: "It's not as accurate as my calculation."

"It's up to people." Chen Lang's face was gray and his voice was hoarse.

He committed the crime of breaking the army star.

What can he do?

Li Chenghao waved his hands to make the brothers stop, bent down and touched the gun on the table, sat on the chair and pointed the gun at Chen Lang, and asked with a playful expression: "Then may I ask you, master, if you can count today?" Where's the gun?"

Chen Lang took a deep breath, swinging his legs faintly, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and said, "No."

"boom!"

Li Chenghao pulled the trigger, the bolt twitched, and a bullet was shot out, directly piercing Chen Lang's knee.

"what!"

Chen Lang's right foot softened, and then he knelt on the ground.

Li Chenghao turned his head sideways, and put the muzzle of the gun against Chen Lang's Tianling Gai: "Are you going to count on the next shot to hit your left foot or your right foot?"

"Choose one of the two, if you don't choose again, I will throw you downstairs!"

Chen Lang clenched his teeth, lowered his head and begged, "I'll tell you anything you want to ask, I'll tell you everything!"

Doubt appeared in Li Chenghao's facial features.

"I asked you to do a fortune-telling, who asked you to confess?"

"Forget it! You fucking count it for me!" Li Chenghao roared.

Chen Lang's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he said in a trembling voice, "Left foot!"

"boom!"

One shot hit the right foot.

Li Chenghao got up and put away the gun, and threw the gun to the younger brother beside him. The younger brother immediately wiped off his fingerprints with his clothes, and hung the gun on his waist. Not very accurate, today I will tell you something."

"All interpretation rights belong to the gun!"

"Drag this person back to see the boss."

Immediately someone responded: "Yes!"

"Brother Hao!"

The two boys held Chen Lang's arms and carried Chen Lang out of the office.

A man was smoking a cigarette, counting banknotes, and said while counting: "These two hundred yuan will be your spiritual compensation, the two hundred yuan will be used for cleaning, and I will give you another five hundred yuan to compensate for the fish tank."

The younger brother threw out a few Hong Kong papers, threw them on the assistant, and said in a disdainful tone: "Of course, there is no hush money. If you want to call the police or have a sir come to investigate, remember to be honest, brothers are waiting to take the blame for Brother Hao If you want to make a fortune, remember, you must say it!"

The female assistant covered her chest and held the Hong Kong paper, Yin Tao said with a small mouth: "I...I...I will definitely not say..."

"leave!"

"You must say it!" The younger brother turned around and shouted.

Zhang Guobin was sitting in the office, smoking a cigar, sitting on a chair, looking up and down at Chen Lang who was kneeling on the ground.

Da da.

Flicking the cigarette ash with his fingers, doubts appeared on his face: "Ahao, how did you make Master Chen like this?"

Ah Hao approached and sat down on the corner of the table, picked up a lighter, and threw off the lid: "Master's fortune-telling is not accurate!"

"Ding!"

He rubbed out the flames.

"How can there be a real master in the world?" Zhang Guobin looked at Chen Lang with a smile, and asked aloud, "Mr. Chen, what do you usually do?"

Chen Lang sighed, "Mr. Zhang."

"I work as a power broker."

Zhang Guobin nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Political broker is a good job, and ordinary people really can't do it. May I ask which bosses Mr. Chen mainly works for?"

"Mr. Zhang, can you send me abroad if you tell me?" Chen Lang's gray gown was stained with blood, and the wound on his leg had been bandaged at some point.

A black cat jumped onto the table.

Zhang Guobin stroked the black cat's round head, without looking at him, and replied casually, "It depends on my mood."

Chen Lang bowed his head in resignation, and said, "Mainly help Li Jiacheng, Li Zhaoji, and Zheng Yutong as brokers, exchanging business resources and government relations."

"All the accounts that are difficult to handle are all handed over to me."

Zhang Guobin spit out thick smoke: "Huh."

Casually said: "Who is behind Duan Long?"

Chen Lang was silent for a moment, and then said, "Li Jiacheng and Li Zhaoji have both."

These two bosses have large properties and projects in Central, so they must maintain a good relationship with Xin Kee.

Zhang Guobin said: "Who supported Duan Long to fight with me?"

"It's Li Family City."

Li Chenghao twisted his neck when he heard the sound, and said in a loud voice, "Fuck Li Jiacheng!"

Zhang Guobin sighed: "You don't really want to be my friend."

It is true that Li Jiacheng has money to support Duan Long in starting the war, but he has absolutely no influence to change the decision-making of the police force.

Chen Lang was frightened and shouted, "Mr. Zhang, there are ghosts behind the Li family city, and there are foreign ghosts behind the Li family city..."

Zhang Guobin raised his hand to stop the movements of the brothers.

"Hula-la."

On the 53rd floor of the Hutchison Building, the windows of the CEO's office were opened, and the strong wind instantly blew documents on the desk.

The tie on Zhang Guobin's chest flew backwards.

Chen Lang struggled and said, "I really don't know who the foreign ghost is behind Li Jiacheng, but it can be seen from Li Jiacheng's several business talks."

"The foreign ghosts behind the Li family city are very powerful and can influence the decision-making of the entire Hong Kong government. They must be upper-level personnel from the British side. They just appeared half a year ago and were sent by the ancestors."

Zhang Guobin nodded lightly, the window of the office was closed, and Chen Lang lay on the ground like a collapse, panting: "I don't know the rest."

Zhang Guobin straightened his suit, stood up and stuffed the cigar into his mouth, and said flatly, "Send Mr. Chen to the mainland to avoid the limelight."

Chen Lang lay on the ground with lingering fears. He heard that he was going to the mainland. Not only did he not resist, but he felt very lucky.

(End of this chapter)