Wang Zhiyan kept his promise, and woke up Zhan Wuyou early the next morning to go fishing in the sea.
"The yacht is here, let's go there quickly. I don't have much time today, and Lord Yan still has urgent matters waiting for me to deal with."
The sun was not dazzling after five o'clock, Wang Zhi said while looking back at Zhan Wuyou, who had fallen half a step behind him, "Let's fish for an hour? There are so many fish there, one hour is enough."
"When the fish is caught, I will be careful to protect it. When the fish is delivered to Lord Yan, the fish will be alive and kicking. Then we will build a fish tank..." The words 'keep up' twirled around in his mouth, and he He remembered that Zhan Wuyou caught this fish for Lord Yan to eat, and then said, "I guarantee that whenever I want to eat, I can eat the freshest fish."
Zhan Wuyou smiled shyly, "Thank you, Brother Wang."
"What's the matter?" Wang Zhi waved his hands indiscriminately, and when he turned his head, he did not forget to boast, "Your clothes look pretty good."
"This?" Zhan Wuyou tugged at the hem of his clothes.
He was wearing a plain silk cotton jacket today. The seemingly simple and incomparable style has scheming embroidery on the cuffs and hem. The silk thread of the same color as the clothes is used, which is not obvious at first glance, but only makes people feel that the clothes have a special flavor.
Only after careful examination do we realize the hidden secrets and exquisite workmanship.
It is said that women should be pretty and filial.
A handsome and obedient boy like Zhan Wuyou doesn't look too bad in his clothes.
He gently rubbed the embroidery on the sleeve, and said softly, "I got it in the closet."
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Wang Zhi paused slightly.
Zhan Wuyou lived in the master bedroom.
It is self-evident that only Lord Yan lived there, and whose clothes belonged to him.
But no matter how you look at it, the clothes fit the little white rabbit very well.
Yan Ye's stature is more than one size behind him.
Obviously this was specially prepared for Wuyou.
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Wang Zhi clicked his tongue several times in his heart.
He had never seen Lord Yan care so much about anyone.
Immediately, the dogleg decision was better for the little white rabbit.
In case Lord Yan is annoyed one day, he can have more chances to survive.
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And Yan Qing, who Wang Zhi had been talking about in his heart, was continuously releasing air-conditioning at this moment.
Under his constant support, the entire office exudes a depressing low air pressure.
All the subordinates put their heads down and put on quails, and no one wanted to rush up to get into trouble.
It's just that the fifty men in black who came to assassinate Lord Yan were interrogated by them, and even if they didn't want to speak again, they had to bite the bullet.
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Those who were present played a game of rock-paper-scissors in the work group, and whoever lost would report to work.
Brother Squint was extremely unlucky, and stood alone at the end.
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He looked at his colleagues wanting to cry but without tears, gritted his teeth and stood up under the silent urging of everyone.
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Yan Qing's cold eyes swept over.
He cleared the noise under pressure.
Seemingly as stable as an old dog, the hands on the table trembled slightly.
He coughed lightly, and said, "The fifty people are all from 'Xiao'."
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'Confused'
Yan Qing frowned slightly.
He had heard a little about this organization.
In the secret organizations of various countries, it is not eye-catching, and its strength barely ranks high.
Brother Squint and the others obviously made a detailed investigation, "This organization was established in the period of the Republic of China. At first, Zhong Zhicheng, the master of the martial arts gym, formed a team spontaneously to protect the people in the town from infringement."
"Later, it became bigger and bigger, forming an organization of nearly a thousand people. Many years later, due to internal disputes, the owner's only daughter died unexpectedly, and this organization disappeared in that era."
"In the early 1980s, this organization became active again. It seemed to accept all illegal orders, but the actual operation was mainly stealing orders." The monitor in the office lit up, listing known stolen items.
Brother Squint pointed at the valuable collection above, "We randomly picked out a few stolen items to investigate, and found a certain pattern. These collections were obtained illegally by the original owner."
Having said that, the organization 'confusing' doesn't seem to be heinous,
But it is an indisputable fact that fifty masters were sent to take Yan Ye's life a few days ago.
"And the only recorded hunted person..."
Squinting Brother paused.
That's it. 'Slap', the sound of crisp metal bumping suddenly sounded.
All eyes subconsciously turned to the lighter in Yan Qing's hand.
Yan Qing was toasting a cigar with a cold face, and the lighter was dutifully lit with a bluish-purple flame.
He opened his mouth and spit out three words, "Go on."
Brother Squint withdrew his gaze and added in a low voice, "The only person who was hunted down on record is Lord Yan."
"Very good." Yan Qing threw down the lighter.
The high-quality lighter knocked on the wooden table, making a muffled sound.
His deep and magnetic voice was tinged with a kind of domineering that cannot be challenged, "Place an order with 'Xiao', and hunt down the target—Ruan Baichun."
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The squinting brother was stunned.
Then he whispered, "Then, do you want Wang Zhi to rush back today?"
Ruan Baichun's matter was originally on Wang Zhi's body, and Yan Ye's golden words determined her ending, so it seemed that it was no big problem whether Wang Zhi came back in time.
Who wanted to mention Wang Zhi, Yan Qing suddenly sneered.
Ah!
I remembered what the butler reported on the phone yesterday.
He extinguished the cigar he was smoking on the table.
He said with a cold face, "Let him come back!"
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Wang Zhi, who was far overseas, was fishing with Zhan Wuyou.
The incoming sea breeze blew past, blowing the thin clothes on Zhan Wuyou's body close to his body, and the thin waist line drew a graceful arc.
Wang Zhi smelled the faint fishy smell in his nose, lowered his head quietly, and glanced at Zhan Wuyou's full fish basket.
Then he turned his face dully, and glanced at a shallow single seedling in his frame.
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He sighed softly.
Who would have thought that a little white rabbit would be so attractive to fish.
He looked up at the sun that was already hanging high, and said in a low mood, "It's almost time, shall we go back?"
"Okay." Zhan Wuyou smiled contentedly, "Sea fishing is really fun." While speaking, the fishing line suddenly snapped tight.
With sharp hands and feet, Zhan Wuyou leaned back slightly, and skillfully raised the fishing pole, drawing a fat red snapper in a beautiful arc in the air, and fell steadily into the fish frame.
This red snapper is bright in color, and its lips keep shrinking. After bouncing a few times on the top of the box already stuffed with fish, it landed on the deck.
Wang Zhi glanced at his single fish frame again, and put away the fishing rod in silence.
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"Brother Wang." Wuyou grabbed Wang Zhi who was about to enter the inner room, his face slightly agitated, "Well, what kind of fish do you think the master likes to eat?"
Wang Zhi put on a dull face, "As long as you catch it, Lord Yan will like it."
"Then can you take a photo for me?" Zhan Wuyou looked at him expectantly, "This is the first time I have built a yacht and caught so many fish. I want to take a photo with the fish. Send it to the master to see."
Obviously Zhan Wuyou was the only one in front of him, but Wang Zhi felt cold dog food slapping his face.
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In the spirit of dedication to his own future, he picked up his mobile phone and took pictures from various angles.
The man is handsome and the scenery is beautiful.
Wang Zhi discovered that he was quite talented in photography.
It's just that there was a small problem when sending the photo to Zhan Wuyou at the end.
"Hey, Brother Wang, is the signal not very good? I can't receive the photo you sent me?" Wuyou flicked the phone towards Wang Zhi's eyes, and said anxiously, "You are leaving soon, I still want to let you The master chooses the fish he likes."
Saying that, she looked at Wang Zhi asking for help.
Wang Zhi hesitated, "Otherwise... I'll send it for you?"
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