The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 445 Dark Line
At that time, he was only at the rank of major, and this achievement made Cheng Zhiyuan's name appear in the eyes of big figures in the military and political circles of various countries for the first time.

However, no one knew that during this operation, the [-]-year-old Cheng Zhiyuan, who was constantly praised by people from all walks of life as a representative of justice and the pride of the motherland, had already quietly planted his own secrets in this gang den. .

Like a nocturnal creature dormant in hell, it enters into a long, possibly never-ending growth and waiting just for a small and remote possibility.

Fortunately, now, the prey has finally revealed its faint tail.

This nocturnal creature finally has something to use.

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Hank is an emerging rich man on the island in the past two years, an Asian uncle who started by selling garbage.

His garbage smell, even after soaking in the sea for a long time, can't be washed away. Along with this garbage smell, he is also famous for his dignity as a drunkard.

Every day in the pirate bar, he was drunk and dreamed of drinking, and then wandered back to the small villa he had earned with great difficulty.

Today, however, Hank received a call on his way back from the bar.

When he picked up the phone, the old alcoholic, who always lived in a haze of drunken eyes, seemed to wake up suddenly from the boundless dream created by alcohol.

His cloudy brown eyes were bright and sharp.

However, it was only for a moment, and the sharp knife-like look quickly dissipated from his eyes, returning to a decadent and slovenly look.

He returned home slowly, greeted the gardener dazedly, then walked into the house and closed the door.

The moment the door was closed, Hank's slightly hunched back stretched and straightened inch by inch, and gradually became harder and straighter than steel.

He turned around and strode upstairs in four steps and two steps, moving like a vigorous cheetah.

When he came to the bedroom, he opened the drawer and took out an old black mobile phone, and started calling one by one.

In the distance, the sea was undulating, and the sparkling blue spread to the horizon and was plated into a gorgeous color like melting gold.

Against such a background, the uncle's voice was clear and indifferent, speaking pure Imperial Mandarin.

Even if someone stays here, I'm afraid they don't understand a word.

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The calls were made one by one.

Maybe it's the bartender who likes to play tricks in the bar, maybe it's some kind of silent gardener, maybe it's the strong and cold-faced bodyguard in a certain organization...

They answered the call and continued to work as usual in their posts.

However, only the heart that finally came alive could understand how excited they are now.

Even if these fierce heartbeats cannot flow into an ocean, they can become a mighty, seething river.

The river, which was abandoned a year ago, finally ushered in its leader again.

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When she returned to the hotel, Shen Pianlu didn't see Boss Cheng or Secretary Liu.

Before eating, she knocked suspiciously on the door of Cheng Zhiyuan's room, but she didn't get any response.

"Haven't you come back yet?"

Shen Pianyi glanced at the dimmed sky in the corridor, curled her lips and said,

"It's dark, what work are you still talking about?"

The girl rolled her eyes and muttered,
"Won't you talk about socializing in the arms of some beauty?"

Assistant Yan, who had just left the house not far away, saw this scene, stopped and leaned against the wall with his arms folded and looked at her leisurely. After seeing the girl knocked on the door three times without giving up, he lazily said,
"You have this little time to knock on the door, the crew has already eaten up the food."

"Or are you planning to make Mr. Cheng pay you for dinner?"

Shen Pianlu looked back at him, withdrew her hands and ran downstairs quickly while holding her face.

Only then did Yan Yi slowly follow the elevator, while thinking maliciously in his heart.

Mr. Cheng, a spring night is worth a thousand dollars, you must insist on not returning home at night.

(End of this chapter)