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The old beggar took Zhang Feng's cigarette, held it in his mouth and started puffing away.
After he finished smoking a cigarette, he put his hand into his clothes, took out a long box and handed it to Zhang Feng: "The knife in your mouth means little to you now. This knife is for you."
Zhang Feng took the box and opened it.
Lying in the center of the box was a pitch-black short knife, made of an unknown material, with no reflection of light on its expression.
He took out the knife and held it in his hand. It was very heavy in his hand, and he felt a sharp sting when his fingers lightly crossed the blade. This shows how sharp it is!
Of course, there is no need to be polite with the old beggar. He put the knife back into the box and put it into his clothes, and then said: "Old beggar, are you avoiding my senior sister just to give me this knife?"
"Of course not! I have something to tell you. You should have seen the review team. There is a pushing hand behind this. Have you noticed that it is pushing this matter?" the old beggar said leisurely.
Zhang Feng frowned slightly, pushing his hands? He really hadn't thought about this.
"Old beggar, I don't understand what you mean by pushing hands. Is it the fat guy I beat?"
"he?"
The old strange man shook his head slightly and said: "He doesn't have the strength to push to the top of the military region to make decisions. Think about it again, who have you offended since you arrived in Kyoto!"
Offended person? Zhang Feng kept thinking about it in his head, and finally settled on one person.
Wang Aiguo!
He is not scary, but the Wang family is scary!
"The promoter you are talking about is the Wang family? The head of the Wang family, Wang Qian?" Zhang Feng said with a frown.
"Who else could there be besides him? You forced Wang Aiguo to go abroad. Although Wang Xiaojuan, who originally had great potential for promotion in 01, has retained her identity, she is no longer reused. This matter cannot be shied away from you. Now you have leaked the handle Come out, how can Wang Qian not add fuel to the fire behind his back?"
After hearing what the old beggar said, Zhang Feng nodded secretly. The Wang family has great influence in the military region, and among the people he has offended, he is the only one who can influence the military region's thoughts.
"Then what should I do now?" Zhang Feng asked.
The old beggar did not answer immediately, but took out a
He handed the crumpled paper ball to Zhang Feng and said, "Put this away and don't open it yet. If everything goes well, burn it. If everything goes wrong in the end, just open it."
Zhang Feng strangely put the paper ball into his pocket. Why was the old beggar still playing tricks
"Okay, I've finished talking about my business. You can leave. This is a special case. The above opinions should be issued soon. You should also be mentally prepared in advance." The old beggar issued an eviction order.
Zhang Feng nodded and did not stop at the Red Star Club. He stood up and walked outside.
…
Returning to 1202, he saw Zhuo Zhaoyun curled up on the sofa in boredom. Although his eyes were on the soap opera on TV, his mind was obviously not on it.
Even when Zhang Feng walked into the room, she didn't notice it at all.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, she gently stood on tiptoes and walked around the back of the sofa, saying in a deep voice: "Zhao Yun... what are you thinking about?"
Zhuo Zhaoyun was obviously frightened. She covered her chest with her palms. She turned around and glared at Zhang Feng and said, "You're going to scare me to death."
"Haha." Zhang Feng laughed heartily, sat on the sofa, and said, "What were you thinking about just now? You were thinking so seriously."
"I just think it's a bit boring to stay at home like this every day, and I'm thinking about whether there is any business I can do." Zhuo Zhaoyun said truthfully.
"Business? Do your old job?" Zhang Feng suggested.
Zhuo Zhaoyun shook her head slightly and said: "Although it is easier to be an agent for luxury jewelry, the agent is the end of the business chain after all, and the profit margin is limited. Only by mastering the basic manufacturing can we have the largest profit margin and take the initiative. ”
Although he didn't know much about business, it was not difficult to understand what Zhuo Zhaoyun said. Zhang Feng nodded and said: "There is no need to rush this matter. You can think about it slowly. By the way, Zhaoyun, you have something to do tonight." No arrangements?"
"arrange?"
Zhuo Zhaoyun shook her head and said, "What's the matter?"
"I want to invite some of my former comrades to dinner. If you have nothing to do, please come with me."
Hearing this, Zhuo Zhaoyun smiled and nodded, which was regarded as agreement.
Zhang Feng took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the personal number of King of Hell. It beeped several times.
There was a sound, and just when Zhang Feng thought he was on a mission and was about to hang up, the call was connected.
"Who?" The slightly hoarse voice of the King of Hell came from the phone.
"It's me, Zhang Feng. Captain, if you have any tasks tonight, I'll treat you to dinner." Zhang Feng said with a smile.
"There is no mission. Okay, you can decide a place. I just finished the mission, so I will treat it as a vacation." After a slight hesitation, the King of Hell agreed.
"Okay, I'll call you after I make arrangements." After saying that, Zhang Feng hung up the phone.
After making a reservation for a private room at the Kyoto Hotel, I called the King of Hell again and told him the address and time.
…
In the evening, Zhang Feng and Zhuo Zhaoyun walked out of 1202.
Arriving at the door of the Kyoto Hotel, Zhang Feng said: "Zhao Yun, you go arrange the private rooms and order food first. I'll wait for them here."
"Okay." Zhuo Zhaoyun agreed and walked into the hotel first.
Standing at the door of the hotel, Zhang Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket, took off his mask and smoked it slowly.
Before he finished smoking a cigarette, an old jeep parked in front of the hotel, and the King of Hell and others filed out in casual clothes.
The most arrogant monkey ran over, punched Zhang Feng on the chest, and scolded with a smile: "Madman, you disappeared for such a long time, I thought you had forgotten your brothers."
"Go away, I get angry when I see your playful smile." Zhang Feng also laughed and cursed.
He turned to look at the King of Hell and the others, and said with a smile: "The King of Hell, the judge, the Tyrannosaurus, the students, and you, the jackal."
Chai Chong rolled his eyelids and said with a grin: "Grandma is a bear, I am a jackal, not a jackal."
"Haha, it's all the same." Zhang Feng sneered twice and said, "Let's go. You guys should have no mission tomorrow, and you won't come back until you're drunk."
When everyone walked into the hotel box, Zhuo Zhaoyun also stood up and nodded slightly to say hello.
Zhang Feng said: "My girlfriend Zhuo Zhaoyun. I won't introduce their names to keep them confidential. Hahaha"
Zhuo Zhaoyun smiled and nodded, saying: "I understand."
Monkey poked and cooed and whispered in Zhang Feng's ear: "Madman, you can do it, you are so beautiful."