One billion in debt at the beginning

“Why don’t you go up and interview?”

“Why don’t you go up? How good almost? ”

“Hehe, Lao Tzu still wants to live a few more years, and he will get married next month, so he still won’t die.”

“Let’s go, did you see Song Chenggong’s eyes just now? It’s terrible, the money in this headline is still not earned. ”

“Yes, yes, withdraw, the day after tomorrow is Lin Feng’s wedding, we are ready to prepare, or report this, festive!”

A group of reporters are helpless, after all, Song Chenggong is not an ordinary person, his son died, and he came out of the hospital carrying a big coffin, if he touches the mold at this time, isn’t it looking for death? “

Panjiayuan Hongyun Building.

Yang Qidong, who was holding a newspaper in his hand, looked at the news of Song Chen’s death above, and felt a cold chill on the back of his neck.

“This… True.. Really dead? Could it really be that he was cursed to death by Lin Feng? ”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! This is just ridiculous. “

Yang Qidong shook his head, trying to sober himself up, but he still couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes.

“Elder Yang!”

Suddenly a voice sounded from the doorway.

“Who?”

“Yes… It’s me! ”

Yang Qidong was relieved when he heard that it was his subordinate’s voice.

“Come in!”

The door was pushed open, and a subordinate of Hongyunlou walked to him cautiously.

“What’s going on?”

A long golden object was placed on the mahogany table.

“Elder Yang, this was sent by Lin Feng just now, saying that you must go to the Yuntai Mountain Hotel at 18 o’clock the night after tomorrow to attend his wedding banquet.”

Yang Qidong frowned, but quickly relaxed.

“I know, there you go!”

In the bedroom, Yang Qidong looked at the golden invitation in his hand, his eyes were full of struggle, put the invitation on the table, and sighed heavily.

To go or not to go, he was extremely entangled in his heart.

If he didn’t go, those handles in Lin Feng’s hands would make him doomed.

Nan’an Street, the second ring road of Yanjing, the deepest part of the Jing’an villa garden, there is a luxurious 6-story villa, at this time Zhu Wenbing is wearing pajamas and also holding an invitation in his hand.

“Song successfully killed his son, Lin Feng got married, what kind of routine is this? Do I go or not? ”

Thinking of this, he took out the phone and dialed Qianhai’s mobile phone, but it rang more than 20 times, but no one answered, to be honest, he was also a little irritable in his heart, and he also faced the same problem as Yang Qidong.

Yunlong Clubhouse, Qianhai’s industry, two people were talking about something in the VIP private room on the top floor.

“Song Chenggong, why did you come to me?”

“Did you receive the invitation?”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t go.”

“Song Chenggong, it doesn’t matter if I go or not, right? Knowing that something happened to your family, I don’t want to stimulate you, so I don’t send it! ”

“Wait!”

Song Chenggong suddenly stopped Qianhai.

“Yanjing eastern suburbs, 500 acres of land belong to you.”

“The land that was originally going to build a luxury holiday villa?”

“Good, all for you.”

“Song Chenggong, are you crazy? Or are the nerves not normal? “|

“Hehe, I’m going to kill Lin Feng.”

“That’s about my, Song Chenggong, Lin Feng I don’t like him, but you are you, I am me, even if I want to deal with him, it has nothing to do with you.”

“There is a gold mine in the Dunhuang Desert, which belongs to you!”

Song successfully slapped a contract on the table.

This time, Qianhai did not walk, but sat down with a calm face.

“Say conditions!”

When Lin Feng gets married, I will go to the scene, and we stand on a line.

“And what?”

“You Zhu Wenbing have a good relationship, the same conditions, let him do the same.”

Song Chenggong stared at Qianhai, waiting for him to respond.

“Since you are so sincere, what about the deal, right Yang Qihua?”

“Hmph, he’s not qualified, I never put it in my eyes.”

“I didn’t expect ah, you will also be afraid, since this is the case, then I hope we cooperate happily.”

Today’s Lin Feng, not only makes Song Chenggong hate, even Zhu Wenbing and Qian Hai are very jealous of him, for the wedding, the first thing these bigwigs think of is not whether Lin Feng is qualified to let them go, but whether to go or not, which is enough to explain everything.

Southwest of Panjiayuan, there is also a row of ancient buildings, across the street from Hongyun Tower, and there is a huge golden plaque at the gate, which reads Donglin Auction House,

On the second floor of the auction house, in a huge office, a woman in a cheongsam held a document, and there was also a golden invitation on the right hand.

“Xiaojun, what are you kidding? We are so low-key, he also sent us invitations? Is this man sick? “

“Sister, shall we go or not?”

“What do other people say?”

“Yang Qihua, I guess he is going, but Zhu Wenbing and Qianhai, I don’t know.”

The woman put down her work, picked up a brown paper bag by the table, and pulled out a piece of paper from it.

In the upper right corner is an inch of Lin Feng’s photo, but in addition to a series of basic information such as year zero, height, etc., other such as specialties, background, family situation, all written unknown.

“It’s good to go and see, the man who makes Jiang Xue so desperate, I also want to see it!” See what’s so great. “

“Sister, didn’t I say you, this lively is also going to make up? But I heard that this Lin Feng and Song Chenggong have a deep grudge, and this wedding is probably not peaceful. “

“That’s just right, I’ll see, this person, has the ability to cause such a big thing, has the ability to put things in order, outside to pass him on such a bull, I want to see, is it really so powerful, or a waste of fame.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange it, Yanjing hasn’t been so lively for a long time.”

Obviously, now Lin Feng has become an existence that even Yanjing’s top figures cannot ignore, and his status and attention are rapidly improving invisibly.