Tianzihao Xiaobailian

When walking out of Villa No. [-] in the municipal party committee compound, Wang Fuxing still kept an unpredictable smile on his face. Who is Chen Hualou? The youngest alternate member of the central yang in the Tianchao, at her age, in Tianchao She is definitely the first to face the officialdom with a strict system and a clear hierarchy. Her current administrative position is destined to face a bottleneck period for a long time. At the ministerial level, the energy of the Chen family is indeed majestic, but it cannot be against the sky after all, and in the officialdom, the principle of every cadre is to seek power rather than money. It is true that the promotion of the position is a spring breeze, but the promotion is too fast , may not be a good thing, so when the next term changes, the Chen family can only find a way to promote Chen Hualou's position in the party.

From zhong yang alternate member to zhong yang member!

If it succeeds, although Chen Hualou still sits at the deputy ministerial level, he is actually at the ministerial level!

That is what the folks call high-ranking cadres.

What is this concept?

Anywhere the officialdom is placed is an extremely complicated rivers and lakes, the twists and turns in it are enough to dazzle ordinary people, especially the officialdom of the Celestial Dynasty, but the more experienced people know that in the officialdom of the Celestial Dynasty, at any time, Party positions are more important than administrative positions!

Even a lot more important!

Want to be awesome?

If you have administrative positions but no party positions, you will not be able to be awesome, and you will not be awed and respected by people.

The youngest zhong yang alternate member of the Celestial Dynasty, and will become the youngest zhong yang member in the future!

The deputy-ministerial level is indeed considered a high-ranking official in the Chinese dynasty, but in such a huge Chinese dynasty, there are so many deputy-ministerial-level cadres, but not many can become alternate members of the central government.

This is the reason why Chen Hualou is more confident and stronger than other deputy ministerial officials no matter where he is!

Moreover, the level of positions in the party, in many cases, also hints at a person's ultimate future.

This is such a woman, an important member of the "Eighth Generation" who is under observation by the Celestial Dynasty but always gives high marks, and even said to be a woman who can influence the future situation of the Celestial Dynasty. Such a girl made her cry twice in a short time Second, besides Wang Fuxing, who else has this qualification? Who else has this capital?

The sense of accomplishment is indeed very different.

Wang Fuxing narrowed his eyes slightly, and heard the pitiful appearance of the other party when he picked her up and put her in the bathtub just now, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became softer. No matter what, she finally became his own woman. The medicine seems to be almost done, and it should be possible to be gentler to her in the future.

He lowered his head and was about to take out a cigarette when the phone rang suddenly. Wang Fuxing took out his phone and looked at it. It was the number of the shooter. His heart tightened, he pressed the answer button, and gave a soft hello.

"Master, Sister Lingxi is the same as last time, do you have time..."

The shooter spoke out as soon as Wang Fuxing was connected, speaking extremely fast.

"I'll come right away."

Wang Fuxing said calmly, opened the door of the a7 to get in, started the car, and rushed out of the municipal committee compound.

The People's Liberation Army Hospital is not too far from the Municipal Party Committee Compound. In addition, although there was a lot of traffic in Huating during this period, there was no traffic jam that made people speechless. Comrade Wang Fuxing almost counted him as It took more than half an hour to use my unskilled driving skills to the limit, and finally arrived at the PLA Hospital.

He parked the car downstairs casually, and when Wang Fuxing got out of the car, he glanced at the hospital gate and was slightly taken aback.

At the entrance of the hospital, a red Volvo car came to a slow stop, the door opened, and an extremely delicate young woman pulled a little girl who looked like a crystal doll out of the car. The little face was crying.

It was the young woman who had met once, who seemed to be called Ye Wei, a very beautiful name.

The thought in Wang Fuxing's mind disappeared in a flash, and before he had time to say hello, he hurried into the hospital elevator and went straight to the seventh floor of the hospital.

In Huangfu Lingxi's ward, there was no more the grand occasion of last night, only the golden pair of archer and water bottle were sitting on the sofa in a daze, the archer gently resting his cheeks, looking at Huangfu Lingxi on the bed, not knowing where Thinking about something, Xiao Shui Ping's two chubby little hands were mixed together, and his small face was sad. After seeing Wang Fuxing coming in, the two got up almost at the same time, and called out the young master.

"How's it going?"

Wang Fuxing said softly, walked up to Huangfu Lingxi and sat down, holding her warm jade hand. Huangfu Lingxi's condition seemed to have stabilized. Because of the severe pain, his face was flushed red, and there was a trace of cold sweat on the tip of his nose. But the delicate fragrance became more and more vigorous, almost approaching the state when she was awake.

With such a tragic and brutal muscle tissue repair, and the stimulation of the highly toxic drug, God knows how terrifying Huangfu Lingxi will be when he wakes up and recovers. Even Wang Fuxing, who is now holding a madman and whose strength has greatly increased, is not sure of victory.

But how many times do you have to experience that pain?

Wang Fuxing's heart twitched slightly, but his face was as calm as usual. He gently wiped off the slight cold sweat on Huangfu Lingxi's face, and his movements were gentle.

"It didn't last long this time, around ten minutes or so, but Sister Lingxi rolled her eyes. It should be a natural reaction to nerve stimulation, not waking up. Although this kind of pain is hard to bear, it is now getting better step by step. Development, young master, don't worry too much."

She said softly with her hands, and the water bottle stood beside her, nodded vigorously, and hummed.

"How many pills are there in that bottle?"

Wang Fuxing asked suddenly.

"About ten pills. If you take one pill a day, it can only last for ten days. The doctor estimates that sister Lingxi will wake up by then, but it will take a while to recuperate."

She clapped her hands and said softly, the hesitant look on her pretty face disappeared for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said: "And... and the doctor said, if her guess is correct, in the next few days, especially in the last few days, Sister Lingxi will be very happy. It may be more painful, more severe every time, it will be very dangerous, just... just don't know..."

By Wang Fuxing's side, even if he does things docilely, he shoots sharply and hesitating for the first time.

"I believe that Lingxi can survive."

Wang Fuxing said calmly, bent down, looked at Huangfu Lingxi who was in a coma, kissed her forehead lightly, and said softly: "Even if it's for me, you have to persevere."

Vaguely, in the palm of Huangfu Lingxi in Wang Fuxing's hand, a finger seemed to move, so slightly that even Wang Fuxing didn't notice it.

"I'll go and see the tiger."

Wang Fuxing carefully stuffed Huangfu Lingxi's hand back into the quilt, stood up and said softly, Huzi's arm has been connected, but it's just a decoration, to say the least, Wang Fuxing will stay in his ward for a while almost every day, After such a long period of training, he asked Wang Fuxing to be discharged from the hospital more than once. He lost his right hand and could still practice left-handed knives. Yan Di will be moved!

It's just that Wang Fuxing kept him resting in the hospital all the time. He was injured for a hundred days, let alone a broken arm? Wang Fuxing would rather be without a strong general by his side for a while, than to be forever without one who can truly Brother with all my heart!

When Wang Fuxing walked into Huzi's ward.

Downstairs of the People's Liberation Army General Hospital.

In the eyes of ordinary people, two super luxury cars, which are absolutely rare in the eyes of ordinary people, drove east and west, and finally stopped downstairs of the hospital.

One of them was a dark, dignified and dignified extended Lincoln, which was hung in a stable for photos. Behind Lincoln, two BMW 750s followed, and finally parked together on the curb at the entrance of the hospital.

Another luxury car also parked quietly on the side of the road.

A caucasian old man with blond hair combed neatly and dressed in what seemed to be a medieval tuxedo got out of the car with a look of vicissitudes. He was in his sixties, and his face was full of marks left by the years. Although he was old, But it is still vaguely known that this old man was definitely a standard handsome man when he was young. He stood on the ground with both feet, raised his head, and stared at the tall floors of the People's Liberation Army Hospital with his brown eyes. He took out an unusually neatly folded pure white handkerchief, and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

Noble, gorgeous, formal, yet sleek.

In the extended Lincoln on the other side, an old man in a moon-white Tang suit quietly got out of the car, waved his hand, and told the bodyguards in the two BMW 750s around him to retreat, while he squinted his eyes and looked at the distance from him. An old man in a tuxedo not exceeding 100 meters.

Well-dressed, no matter how critical your eyes are, you can't help admiring that the other party's clothes are indeed a gentleman.

The demeanor is elegant, and the movements are not in a hurry. Although they are slow, they don't feel procrastinated at all.

His expression is serene, and his body, every move seems to reveal an ancient and mysterious temperament.

Western nobles!

Not the kind of person who can show off his power with a title and think that he can show off his power when he enters the upper class.

But the real western aristocrats.

The heart of the old man in Tang suit sank slightly, and his keen intuition that rarely made mistakes told him that the other party probably came from an ancient and powerful chaebol in the West, not even weaker than his own family. Most importantly, he is very likely to It is the same purpose as myself!

Slowly refolding the handkerchief and putting it in his pocket, the caucasian old man turned his head slightly, met the eyes of the old man in Tang suit, smiled friendlyly, nodded slightly, and walked into the PLA hospital.

The old man in Tang suit snorted coldly and walked in.

The two entered the elevator together.

Destination, the seventh floor!

The old man in a moon-white Tang suit who was in strong conflict with the old man in the tuxedo beside him narrowed his eyes, and the feeling of absurdity and uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

Huating, it's really rainy and windy.

He looked at the meticulous western old man beside him, and hesitated to speak, as if hesitating whether to speak or not.

But after the other party straightened the collar of the western tuxedo, he turned his head and smiled softly: "The master told me that there are two kinds of people in the world that deserve the most attention, one is an enemy and the other is a friend. So no matter with Whoever we meet, we should all pay attention to our dress, grand, because of respect for friends or enemies. Every enemy should be taken seriously, and the same is true for friends, what do you think, Steward Tang An?"

Tang An, who entered the hospital on the seventh floor by himself, turned his head suddenly, an extremely dangerous aura erupted all over his body, stared at the smiling old man, and said with a sneer, "You know me?"

The gentle and elegant western old man shrugged his shoulders gracefully, without changing his face, facing Tang An with strong murderous intent, he smiled very relaxedly and said: "Oh, if I guessed correctly, Tang Butler didn't seem to have prepared a special plan before coming here. You didn't even take a shower, this kind of behavior is very rude in the west, I come to meet my friend, you come to meet your opponent, we should all have respect for that funny young man, shouldn't we ?”

"He deserves too?!"

Tang An sneered, and finally confirmed that the other party had the same purpose as his own. His eyes were cold and sharp, and his tone was wary: "Who are you? The DuPont family? Yvette? Smith? George? Who are you?"

The caucasian old man smiled without saying a word. Facing Tang An, he mentioned many chaebols in the elite club without the slightest surprise.

Tang An squinted his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally began to hold back the desire to make a move. The first reason was that he was really uncertain. As for the second, he didn't want to make too many enemies for the Tang family in the current situation.

"The Eastern Tang Family, the current situation does not seem to be very good."

The old man said something with a smile, and introduced himself randomly: "Butler Tang can call me Lanka."

Only first name, no last name!

It's really cautious.

Tang An sneered in his heart, but his tone became more indifferent: "You talk too much."

"Ding."

The elevator went straight to the seventh floor and finally stopped.

Lanka smiled, bent slightly, and made an impeccable polite gesture to Tang An, signaling him to go first.

Tang An snorted coldly, stepped out of the elevator, and Lanka came out afterward. The moment the two came out, facing the second ward at the entrance of the stairs, a young figure walked in lightly, and took him into the room instantly. Door.

The eyes of the two eastern and western elders who were over half a hundred years old narrowed their eyes almost at the same time. This time, Lanka did not give in, and took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and gently knocked on the door of the second ward.

Wang Fuxing, who had not yet reached the bedroom, stopped lightly, but did not speak.

"Young master of the Wang family, I am Lanka. Oh, you don't know me, but if you have time, my master would like to invite you to have dinner together. You may be very interested in this dinner. Please don't misunderstand , Butler Tang An and I just met by chance."

A warm and humble voice sounded outside the door. Although the Chinese is fluent, it has a very weird emphasis.

Wang Fuxing turned around abruptly.

What really interested him was not the so-called dinner, but the words Tang An butler.

From the Tang family?

The corners of Wang Fuxing's mouth suddenly rose, and the smell of blood in the whole room also rose instantly. He squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the shooting hands and the water bottle who also walked out of the bedroom with solemn faces, and then said lightly: "Come in."

The door opens.

Lanka, who was dressed in a tuxedo, entered the room first, without any polite words, leaned forward slightly, and made a more sincere courtesy to Wang Fuxing than Tang An just now, and smiled: "Dear Wang, you are a Interesting young man."

"Thank you, but if Mr. Lanka's time permits, please let me settle my own private affairs first, otherwise I'm not in the mood to chat with anyone, because I saw people I didn't want to see, Mr. Lanka, I I think you'll understand, won't you?"

Wang Fuxing said calmly, what he said was not in Mandarin, but in English with perfect accent!

A student president who graduated from Huaqing University can't speak English?

That's not what bullshit is.

"of course."

Lanka smiled, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and casually looked at the layout of the living room.

"Butler Tang An. A rare visitor!"

Wang Fuxing turned his face, his calm face quickly disappeared without a trace, his whole body had a yin and yang tone, and the coldness at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious: "Give you five seconds, give me a chance to not kill today!" Your reason, Ankang is good at fighting, that trash Tang Kang was played to death in Jinling by me, I don’t know that the butler Tang An blocked my swords.”

"Up to two swords, or even one sword!"

Tang An said calmly, when he said this, his hands were not idle, he reached into his bosom, pulled out an invitation card in a nervous gesture of pulling out his guns at the moment of shooting, and threw it directly to Wang Fuxing.

Wang Fuxing took it casually and opened it.

There are only a few simple words on the extremely luxurious invitation card.

"At seven o'clock tonight, come over and have a talk, dare you?"

Signed by Tang Tianyao.

With a sneer in Wang Fuxing's eyes, he closed the invitation card in his hand, threw it on the ground, and said sinisterly: "The Tang family is so big, what's the matter? The explosion in the East China Sea hasn't hurt you yet? One just released from zhong nan hai Tang Tianyao, who came out, is planning to seek revenge from me? Say, how many regular army assassins have you prepared this time?"

"Just me, Patriarch, and Daxiu."

Tang An said calmly, he no longer had the arrogance that he sneered in the elevator and said whether Wang Fuxing was worthy, nodded slightly and said: "Young Master Wang, please give me the credit, the vehicle is ready."

"be sure?!"

Wang Fuxing raised his eyebrows, with murderous intent: "I don't have that much time, take your invitation card, get out quickly, and tell Tang Tianyao that it's best to let him and his precious granddaughter get out of Huating as soon as possible, and when the Wang family goes north to the stables, all of them will be killed by then." I will ask him to settle the debt one by one!"

"Could it be that Young Master Wang is afraid?"

Tang An said with a sneer, the anger in his heart was boiling, but he endured it. Today is different from the past. Although he scolded the other party as a little bastard over and over again in his heart, on the surface, he still had to call him Young Master Wang.

Because they came to make peace.

"Five seconds have passed."

Wang Fuxing said flatly, rubbing his temples.

Tang An's expression changed, because he had already seen that the Aquarius standing behind Wang Fuxing had already held Kuangchao with both hands!

It seemed to be handed over to the young madman.

That move is invincible in the world, at most two swords, he will die under the edge of the mad chao without any suspense!

Tang An's face was uncertain, and finally he gritted his teeth, said his farewell, and planned to turn around and leave, and then think of a way.

It's a trivial matter to invite people without inviting conflicts.

But life and death, this is a big deal.

"Five seconds have passed, Tang An, should I let you go now?"

Wang Fuxing stood up suddenly, grabbed the jet-black madden in his hand, and really ignored Lanka on one side, staring at Tang An's back, his murderous intent skyrocketed!

Tang An, who was treated like this by a junior for the first time, finally couldn't stand it any longer, turned around suddenly, and sneered angrily: "Young Master Wang, we have come here with sincerity to invite you to negotiate this time, it's fine if you don't go, Why, do you really want to kill me?!"

"Killing you is like killing a dog! What's wrong?"

Wang Fuxing wrote lightly, the mad chao in his hand was not out of the sheath, but he had already raised it, pointed directly at Tang An, and said slowly: "When Tang Tiande sent someone to deliver the letter, I gave him two choices. First, stay One arm, roll. Second, don’t roll, die.”

"You are getting old and old, I will give you another way."

"First, go to the bedroom, kneel and kowtow in front of my woman's bed, and say sorry!"

"Second, leave your old bones here."

"third."

Wang Fuxing narrowed his eyes, looked at Tang An whose face was flushed and his eyes were about to burst into flames, suddenly sneered, pointed at him and said, "Butler Tang, bow your head and call me Lord! How about it?"

"You deceive people too much!"

Tang An's eyes were red, and he said coldly.

"Zheng!"

Kuangchao suddenly got out of its sheath.

The blade is pitch black.

The scabbard is pitch black.

Yin Sen's murderous intent skyrocketed again, and even Lanka's face on one side changed slightly.

"You want to choose the second one too?"

Wang Fuxing said with a smile, but behind this smile was a murderous intent.

Tang An clenched his hands tightly, and the veins on his arms swelled!

Want him to kneel and kowtow in front of a woman to admit his mistake?

He can't.

But also don't want to die.

Do you want to bow your head to a young man and call him Grandpa?!

Why?

The murderous aura kept rising in the room.

The sound of Kuangchao slowly unsheathing pierced the eardrums.

Sweat was already appearing on Tang An's forehead. He knew that when the mad chao was completely unsheathed, what would greet him would be the invincible sword that was extremely domineering!

"Father!"

Tang An suddenly lowered his head, with bitter hatred hidden in his eyes, but he yelled very clearly.

What a shame!

He swears that sooner or later, he will double the shame on this little bastard!

Wang Fuxing laughed out loud, furiously returned to the sheath, looked at Lanka, his face became calm again, squinted his eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Lanka, when is the dinner your master prepared for me?"

"At any time. If Young Master Wang is free, we can leave now. Please rest assured, I can assure you that the master has no ill intentions towards you, and we are friends."

Lanka smiled and said, "It's not in vain today. It's really wonderful to have Tang An, the chief steward of the Tang Family in the East, call him Lord."

"Okay, the shooter stays here to take care of Lingxi. The little water bottle comes with me."

Wang Fuxing said bluntly, he knew very well that the other party's guarantee was bullshit, but he really didn't feel any malice or murderous intent from this old man.

"Hey, you still not leaving?"

Wang Fuxing seemed to have rediscovered Tang An who was standing there, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to call out again?"

Tang An, who didn't dare to move because Wang Fuxing didn't speak, snorted coldly, turned around and left the ward.

Wang Fuxing took the water bottle, and the water bottle took the mad chao, and took the elevator downstairs with Lanka and Tang An.

In the elevator, Tang An subconsciously stood at the farthest place from Wang Fuxing. After the elevator reached the first floor, he was the first to go out.

Wang Fuxing narrowed his eyes, raised his hand suddenly, and slapped Tang An hard on the back of the head, squinted his eyes, and cursed with a smile: "Ha, old dog!"

The sound was clearly audible throughout the hospital hall!

Tang An, dressed in a moon-white Tang suit, suddenly froze in place, with blood rolling in his throat, as if he wanted to fight Wang Fuxing desperately, but in the end he endured it.

Lanka, who had a mysterious identity, smiled and shook his head.

If young people are arrogant, God will forgive them.

Wang Fuxing pulled the small water bottle with a coquettish smile, and finally passed by Tang An who was standing there with a distorted expression.

Let him go.

But is it possible for the Tang family to leave Huating so easily?

Wang Fuxing's smile became more and more mysterious, and he finally walked out of the hospital lobby.

What he didn't notice was that a top-notch young woman who was walking on the street with a [-]% chance of turning her head back hid behind a pillar, looked at Wang Fuxing's back as she walked out, looked shocked, and finally sighed quietly.

The door of the hospital.

Wang Fuxing casually glanced at the lengthened Lincoln, which was indeed very intimidating, and finally noticed the car parked at the entrance of the hospital like Lanka, which in the eyes of caring people could cause a huge wave!

Wang Fuxing's eyes were strange, he looked at Lanka who looked calm beside him, and then looked at this car that should never appear in the Tianchao mainland or even in Asia, took a deep breath, and smiled softly: "It's interesting."

The black and blue Rolls Royce parked quietly, shining brightly in the sun.

Anyone who knows a little bit about luxury cars will know.

That Rolls-Royce belongs to the Silver Spirit series!

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