Gossip King

Disadvantage is a blessing.

Gao Leng took out a small machine from behind the computer desk. It was actually a voice recorder and turned on the machine. The sound of the speaker phone was clear, and the sound quality was so close.

As a result, the whole process was recorded by Gao Leng, and President Lin's inaction was conclusive evidence.

"Actually, sometimes a loss is a blessing, and it is also a weapon that can kill people." Gao Lengqing opened her little hand easily, picked up the recorder and raised it, and said.

"You are so black." Murong Yuyan never expected Gao Leng to open the recorder under his nose, which made her a little surprised.

"Black belly is a kind of survival philosophy." Gao sneered, and pointed to the recorder with a very ambiguous voice: "We recorded the bet just now. You lost. I hope you lose the bet. Come on, call Brother Gao Leng, be sweet. a little."

Murong Yuyan was stunned for a moment, looked at his recorder, blushing, his mouth moved but no sound, brother Gao Leng? This is too intimate...

Gao Leng looked down at her and pointed to the recorder: "That's it, I'll show it to you. If you don't call me, I won't delete it. However, if you call me, I will call this The recording has been deleted. If you don’t call it, I won’t be bothered. Anyway, this is for your father and friends to listen to. It should be fine..."

"Brother Gao Leng..." Before Gao Leng's words were finished, Murong Yuyan's timid and shy voice came. Gao Leng stared at her, and saw her biting her lip tightly and shouting anxiously. , The sound is as small as a mosquito.

"What? I didn't hear clearly, speak louder." Gao Leng pretended not to hear clearly, and approached Yu Yan's side, a warm fragrance of a woman came to her.

"Brother Gao Leng." Yu Yan bit her lip, her voice louder.

"Yeah... my dear sister." Gao Leng nodded contentedly, and touched her head with his hand. The yell of his brother made his bones crisp.

"Then... please process my audio technology, let my father hear... I will misunderstand." Murong Yuyan said that Gao Leng was very satisfied, and Gao Leng glanced at her, the girl looked cold. , Kind of clever.

It's a pity... I'm not deeply involved in the world.

Gao Leng handed her the recording pen, and Yu Yan took it over and listened, and was stunned: "We didn't record our conversation at all. It was recorded after the call came. What's the matter..." she After a pause, he stomped his feet with anger: "Gao Leng, you lie to me! You also asked me to call Brother Gao Leng, you take advantage of me! Black belly!"

"Little sister, I said, black belly is a kind of survival philosophy. Obviously, you have not learned enough." Gao Leng couldn't help laughing.

In the evening, after sending Murong Yuyan home, when Gao Leng returned home, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. The little witch had already slept soundly. He sat at the computer desk, inserted the U disk in, and clicked again before writing. That plan has been carefully revised.

Although Murong Yunhai's recommendation can add a lot of points to Gao Leng, in the final analysis, it still depends on Gao Leng's own abilities, otherwise it will only remove President Lin from office.

What Gao Leng wanted was not just the resignation of President Lin, but that he could occupy a place in Xingsheng. Although his contacts are not enough to hold the position of the boss, his purpose is not just Li Yifan's managerial position.

He must make a new face and find another way.

Then, the plan is the stepping stone.

At ten o’clock the next morning, Gao Leng, who had taken leave, was still asleep in the room. Last night’s plan was changed to two o’clock in the morning. After five o’clock in the morning, the little witch was stupefied and asked for it. The witch asked for Wudu, and after a while, she didn't go to bed until seven o'clock, and she slept until ten o'clock all the way.

Ding Dong, a text message from Murong Yunhai came: 11:30 noon, at the Cigar House, No.221 Haitang Road, Mr. Lu Yajun, shareholder of Xingsheng Magazine, you can enter by reporting Mr. Lu’s name.

The cigar house, Mr. Lu, Gao Leng read silently. I hope this cigar house is a treasure, and Lu is always happy. He rubbed his face with his hands to wake up, and looked at the well-fed The little witch, naked under a little quilt, had a contented smile on her face.

Being moisturized by the high cold, the ground color is ruddy.

Gao Leng couldn't help but touched it, got up to wash, clean up, and leave.

The agreed time was 11:30, and Gao Leng arrived at the cigar house at 11 o'clock. He didn't smoke, and he was there for the first time.

Ordinary people would not go to the cigar house. Going there to smoke cigars and drink red wine is a leisure time, but with the rise of such high-end restaurants, it has become a fashion and a symbol of taste.

The cigar house is located deep in the alleyway of Beijing. It is very quiet. From the outside, it seems to be an ordinary courtyard. The difference is that the brave stands at the door, which symbolizes the uniqueness of the courtyard. These two Pai Yao are carved from jade jade, just these two Pai Yao, not a few million can not buy.

It is really expensive and low-key and elegant.

Unlike other entertainment venues that opened their doors to welcome customers, the heavy mahogany door of the cigar hall was closed tightly during the Qing dynasty, and there was silence. I looked at the door coldly. There was a doorbell in an inconspicuous place. After pressing the button, a gentle girl came inside: Hello, do you have a reservation?

"Mr. Lu Yajun's elegant room." Gao Leng replied quickly.

After a few seconds, only the door clicked and opened, and a waiter in a Chinese robe greeted Gao Leng with a smile on his face.

As soon as he entered the yard, Gao Leng couldn't help but sigh.

I saw the elegant buildings in the courtyard, and the rippling lake directly greeted me with a nine-curved arch bridge leading directly to the cigar house.

"The water from Houhai is the living water." The waiter introduced it just right.

In a place like Kyoto, where you can get a lake in the courtyard, the price is too big. This cigar house smokes not cigars, but identity.

I walked over the arch bridge and looked into the lake water in a high temperature. I saw the waves rippling in the lake. Now in early summer, the lotus in the pond is blooming, and some people can be seen sitting on the boat below. While the cruise ship was smoking cigars and tasting red wine, there was no sound of people around.

There is such a quiet and comfortable place to go in a place so personal in Kyoto. It is no wonder that although the membership fee is so expensive that it costs more than 10 million a year, it also needs favors to enter the park.

What can be consumed here is the real rich and noble.

"Mr. Lu's private room is by the lake. Does the husband need clothes? The lake will be a bit cold." The waiter asked intimately.

Gao Leng shook his head.

"Then please go along this road to the left, sir, until you reach the Xuanyuan Room. That's it. This is a Class A private room. Except for the waiter arranged by Mr. Lu, no one else can enter. There are other people serving. , Then I will withdraw first."

After speaking, after waiting for Gao Leng's agreement, the waiter lowered his head and took a few steps back and left.

Not to mention, this kind of homecoming really feels like being an emperor.

Gao Leng walked quickly towards the Xuanyuan Room. When he reached the door, he found that it was an open small courtyard with some sofas the size of a bed on the huge lawn, and there was a rippling lake next to him. He looked far away, opposite. But I can't see here.

It's really an excellent place to relax, hidden, comfortable, and outdoors.

Gao Leng walked hurriedly and sat down by the sofa. A girl hurried over. She held a small box in her hand. When she opened it, the box was divided into four layers, full of different cigars.

"Sir, this is a fine cigar from fifty-eight countries. What kind of cigar do you usually smoke?" The girl asked softly, with a burst of fragrance, accompanied by the aroma of lotus, which made people intoxicated.