From the sword of the third master

Chapter 152 Don't Listen If You Shouldn't Listen
Sun Jian was busy for a long time, and finally found a satisfactory candidate, so he was naturally reluctant to let go.

He admired Meng Xinghun very much, and tried hard to win it, but it was useless at all.

Because Mr. Chen refused.

After all, their positions are higher, and their arms can't twist their thighs.

It was like his beloved little cabbage was suddenly pushed up by a wild boar, his face was full of depression, and his heart was sour...

the other side.

Meng Xinghun faintly felt that something was wrong.

Facing the target for the first time, there are twists and turns. First, I was accidentally tempted, and then I was transferred away inexplicably. This dangerous feeling is very disturbing.

The target is too sharp, and it may be more terrifying than imagined.

However, there was no turning back when he opened the bow, so he could only take one step at a time, biting the bullet and holding on.

Next, Meng Xinghun followed the instructions and went to meet someone.

This man was chubby and fleshy, like the smiling Maitreya Buddha. He had met him earlier, and he was the deputy head of the garden——Ma Qianjun.

Meng Xinghun stepped forward to salute: "This subordinate has met Director Ma."

Fatty Ma hurriedly stood up and waved his hands: "Wait, brother, don't hurt me. We can only have one manager here. You can distinguish between the primary and secondary."

Understood, Meng Xinghun changed his tune and said, "Yes, Deputy Manager Ma."

Fatty Ma said: "That's right, haha, I'll call it that in the future."

Meng Xinghun nodded.

Fatty Ma said: "Congratulations brother, according to the manager's order, from today onwards, you will be his personal bodyguard. This job is very sought-after, no matter how many people break their heads, you won't be able to get in."

Meng Xinghun was taken aback.

Never thought that he would become the target's guard?

For a killer, the closer to the prey, the easier it is to succeed, but... things are going too smoothly, which is even more disturbing.

Fatty Ma continued to introduce: "The manager now has a total of twelve guards, divided into two groups, everyone will rotate every other day, and the monthly silver is a full 800 taels."

800 taels of silver per month, such a salary can be described as generous, no wonder it is so sought after.

Fatty Ma ordered someone to make a badge for Meng Xinghun, while chatting.

"Brother's sword technique is simple and strong, and he practiced really well. I have seen it this morning. It is logical for you to pass the selection."

Meng Xinghun said: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is a talented candidate for this election, and my subordinates are not outstanding."

Fatty Ma laughed loudly and said: "Don't be modest, how can ordinary people fall into the eyes of the general manager?"

Meng Xinghun also smiled and didn't say much.

Fatty Ma said: "By the way, apart from sword skills, what else have you practiced, such as hidden weapons or other weapons?"

Knife skills are just a pretense.

Meng Xinghun was clearly proficient in swordsmanship and hidden weapons, but he shook his head.

"Ah."

Fatty Ma asked again: "I remember that brother is from the Liang family in Jinan?"

Meng Xinghun said: "Yes."

Fatty Ma said: "Then your uncle Liang Zhong and Liang Erye, did his stomach problems get better?"

Meng Xinghun's chest jumped suddenly, and cold sweat began to break out on his back!

"My uncle has always been healthy and has never had a stomach problem."

Fatty Ma looked at him indifferently: "Oh, maybe I remembered wrong..."

There is indeed a Liang family in Jinan, and there is indeed a Liang Erye. Meng Xinghun's current identity was forged by Gao Jiping's boss through his relationship, and he knew all the information by heart.

Fatty Ma asked such a question, indicating that he had already investigated the details, and inadvertently tested him again!
If Meng Xinghun made a slight mistake, the fate could be imagined.

This deputy manager Ma is extremely shrewd and a formidable character, so he should not be underestimated.

After a while, the waist card will be made.

Meng Xinghun took it over and took a look. It was about half the size of a palm, made of hardwood, with his native place and pseudonym engraved on the front, "Jinan Mansion, Liang Zhiyuan", and other features on the back.

——Seven feet nine inches tall, with a white face and a slight beard, aged two or three, good at swordsmanship.

A seemingly simple waist card contains a lot of content. The Sun family has done so meticulously even in small things, so there is no need to say anything else.

Meng Xinghun's heart sank gradually, and his hands became cold.

He seemed to have fallen into a deadly spider web, and the sense of danger was even stronger.

Maybe it shouldn't have come this time.

He seemed to see a large amount of blood flowing and winding, shockingly red.

It was his own blood...

Fatty Ma finally confessed: "Brother, let's work for the manager. In addition to loyally protecting the Lord, you have to remember one sentence."

Meng Xinghun said: "What are you talking about?"

Fatty Ma's tone was quite solemn: "Don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, and don't say what you shouldn't say."

Meng Xinghun said: "This subordinate understands."

Fatty Ma grinned: "You better remember, otherwise no one can save you in the ends of the earth."

……

After sending Meng Xinghun away, Fatty Ma quickly suppressed his smile and went to see Chen Sheng.

I saw Mr. Chen lying in the brand-new study room, not doing any business, with a pot of hot tea in his left hand and a plate of melon seeds in his right, enjoying himself leisurely.

"The old horse is here, drink tea."

"Yes."

Although Fatty Ma promised, there was no movement: "Boss, there is something wrong with number 66."

Chen Sheng said: "How to say?"

Fatty Ma said: "This person's past is 'blank'. People who can't even be found by our pigeon team should never be reused."

Chen Sheng smiled and said, "Of course I know."

Fatty Ma asked suspiciously, "Then why do you keep him?"

Chen Shengdao: "It is better to prevent thieves for a thousand days than to invite you into the urn. I want to give him a chance."

Fatty Ma said, "What kind of opportunity?"

Chen Sheng said: "Kill my chance."

Fatty Ma's eyes flashed a bit ferocious, and he also said with a smile: "This subordinate understands."

Chen Shengdao: "No. 66 is not a threat to me, there are more important things at the moment."

Fatty Ma said: "Oh? I would like to hear more about it."

Chen Shengdao: "I've already got the old man's approval, you immediately pick a few capable brothers, and they must be our own people, and stare at Ritsu Kagawa."

"..."

Fatty Ma's mind was spinning quickly, and he was shocked: "The spy is actually Mr. Lu?"

Chen Shengdao: "It's absolutely true, Brother Ma, don't forget the relationship between Lu Mantian and him, relatives colluding with each other, are there still such things?"

Fatty Ma was a little emotional: "Yes, compared to money, the temptation of power seems to be greater."

Chen Sheng picked up the water glass and took a sip, with a calm expression on his face.

"When necessary, you can directly attack and kill them."

Fatty Ma was stunned, and nodded slowly.

……

From the early morning of the next day, Meng Xinghun went to work on time.

Risk does not necessarily mean that there is no opportunity.

Regardless of whether there was a man-eating trap in front of him, he would jump into it. He was already standing on the edge of the cliff and had no choice.

There were six other guards assigned to Meng Xinghun.

Six bright-eyed, taciturn people.

These people followed the chief executive closely, like his shadow.Generally speaking, unless there is an order from the supervisor, they will not leave their posts even if there is a knife in the sky.

Meng Xinghun made a rough calculation and found it to be terrifying.

As long as three of these six blocked him, even if he succeeded in sneak attack and stabbed the target to death, he would not escape in the end.

In addition, there is a shadow that will never go away!
Meng Xinghun couldn't dodge the chief executive's finger from yesterday.

This person's martial art is so high and his speed is so fast, it has already exceeded his imagination.

Meng Xinghun could only observe first.

As the days passed, the observations progressed little by little.

The chief executive seems to be a "diligent" person, who will hide in the study during the day and work, and will not go out easily.

But at night...

This little brother Wu played too much.

In the open and in the dark, he actually bought six houses, and each house had a woman hidden.

Some are more, some are less.

There are local, foreign, domestic and foreign.

Meng Xinghun finally understood what Fatty Ma meant: don't listen to what you shouldn't.

Whenever the night is quiet, there will always be various sounds in the room...

It turns out that foreigners, ahem, have similar voices?
What's even more exaggerated is that Xiao Wu often rushed to the scene, and he could toss up to three times in one night, rushing from one house to that house, and then changing from that house to another house!
Meng Xinghun couldn't help but chuckle:
If it continues like this, maybe he will torture himself to death without doing anything.

(End of this chapter)