My baby is three and a half years old, and I am the favorite of all the wealthy families.

Contend with it
The male voice laughed and said, "Master Fujia, I'm already here. When will you, a big shot, come over?"

Qin Fuga's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was cold: "In half an hour."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you here."

Qin Fuga didn't respond and hung up the call.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at a temple near the top of the mountain. There was strong incense and smoke hovering above the temple, as if it was protected by Buddha's light.

The bodyguard responsible for escorting Qin Fuga to the mountain saw another car in the parking lot at a glance.

If he remembered correctly, that car was Dong Zhenhong's car on the road.

He looked back at the back seat of the car and asked respectfully: "Master Fujia, do you need help?"

Qin Fuga glanced sideways at the car and said, "No need, you can go back."

"Yes, Master Fujia." The bodyguard responded immediately without saying anything more.

Qin Fuga got out of the car and walked into the temple with a steady pace.

The sweeping monk at the door put his hands together: "Amitabha."

Qin Fuga stopped and clasped his hands together, with the backs of his palms slightly bowed and the palms slightly bent.

He continued walking forward, crossed the threshold, passed the main hall, and walked towards the side living room.

At the door of the reception room, two fierce-looking bodyguards in black were guarding the door.

Seeing Qin Fujia, two bodyguards in black looked him up and down, and one of them said: "Master Fujia, our Lord Hong has been waiting for you for a long time."

Qin Fuga walked straight into the living room without giving them a look, let alone paying attention to them.

After he entered, the two bodyguards in black immediately sneered.

"A little monk, so impressive."

"I don't know why Mr. Hong insisted on begging him. Wouldn't it be easier to just tie him up?"

"That's right, this monk, hehe, I can knock him down with one punch!"

In the meeting room.

Sitting on the main seat of the mahogany sofa is a 55-year-old middle-aged man. He is Dong Zhenhong.

Dong Zhenhong drank tea slowly and seemed to be very patient.

But the look in his eyes that glanced at the door from time to time revealed his true emotions.

Dong Zhenhong has been living happily and comfortably in City A for decades. After sitting in this position, no one dares to provoke him.

Just recently, there was a young man who was desperate for his life and was worried about his territory and his things.

After Dong Zhenhong heard the news, he immediately went to investigate this person's information.

He is a ruthless and ambitious man named Boyce. It is said that he has no father, no mother, no relatives and no reason. He fights all the way alone, pulls down the previous boss, and then takes the seat himself.

In the past few years, this man named Boyce was only active in H City and the Sub-Triangle, and never entered other fields, giving people the illusion that he would abide by the rules and understand them.When they lowered their guard, Boyce caught them off guard, swallowed the entire Sub-Triangle, and reached out to City A again.

Dong Zhenhong has been restless these days. He is afraid that he will not be able to win over this guy named Boyce through head-on confrontation, and he is too embarrassed to surrender to a young man who has only been in the industry for a few years.

Someone pointed out a way to him, Qin Fuga.

Qin Fujia, the man who frightened Dong Zhenhong many years ago, now lives in seclusion in the mountains and is a monk with a pure heart and asceticism.

Dong Zhenhong knew that he was half-stepping into the coffin. If there was no one from the younger generation to support him, he would probably have a bad end.

So he personally came to the temple on the mountain and asked Qin Fuga to help him.

He believes that as long as Qin Fujia is willing to come forward again, no matter how many Boyce there are, they will not suffer any losses.

Just last night, the man named Boyce seemed to have taken action.

This news made Dong Zhenhong unable to sleep well all night, so that before dawn, he couldn't wait to come to the temple to wait for Qin Fuga.

Time passed minute by minute, which was torture for Dong Zhenhong, who was anxious and agitated.

Just when Dong Zhenhong was thinking about sending someone to urge Qin Fujia, a figure finally stepped into the doorway.

The movements in Dong Zhenhong's hands paused, and he looked up. Then, the wrinkles on his face squeezed into deep horizontal grooves, and he smiled, "Master Fujia, please let me wait easily."

Qin Fuga stopped and sat down on the single sofa to his right, glanced at the time, and said calmly: "The time we agreed on is 08:30 in the morning."

After hearing what he said, Dong Zhenhong subconsciously looked at the time on the watch on his wrist. It was just right. Even the second hand had just reached the 08:30 position.

Dong Zhenhong suddenly became angry for no apparent reason. Qin Fuga was trying to choke him on purpose.

Thinking that he still had something to ask Qin Fujia to do, Dong Zhenhong suppressed his anger, and the smile on his face increased instead of decreasing, "Master Fujia is really a punctual person, not a second early, not a minute late. Won't."

Qin Fuga didn't speak, and gently turned the beads on his wrist with his fingers.

Seeing that he didn't answer his words, Dong Zhenhong narrowed his eyes, and then laughed, "It's better not to waste time. What does our relationship have to do? No polite words, let's just talk about the key points."

He poured a cup of tea, handed it to Qin Fuga and put it down with a crisp sound.

"Master Fujia, one night is enough for you to think about it, how about it? Have you thought about it?"

Dong Zhenhong kept a smile on his face, but his eyes were fierce, as if he would directly kill Qin Fuja if he was not satisfied with Qin Fuja's answer.

"I can't fulfill your request." Qin Fuga said without changing his expression, "You can find someone else."

"Hahaha——" Dong Zhenhong burst into laughter suddenly, and it took a while before the laughter stopped.

He stared at Qin Fujia with gloomy eyes: "Master Fujia, what do you mean? I don't seem to understand."

"I can't fulfill your request." Qin Fuja's expression still didn't change at all, and his eyes met Dong Zhenhong's, without any hint of timidity.

Qin Fuga continued: "You want to find someone to accompany you against Boyce. My suggestion is to go to Boyce directly and show your sincerity. Maybe he will be merciful and spare you."

His voice was very calm, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing, like the weather.

(End of this chapter)