The layout in the room is very high-end and luxurious. The middle-aged man's eyes are sharp, his complexion is rosy, and his skin even has a faint luster. He can tell at a glance that he is a person who is good at maintaining his body. On the other hand, his silky silk is sparse and his face is blue. The thin old man in black, with his eyes closed and his knees cross-legged on the bed. If his fingers were not constantly twisting a string of white beads that looked very white like a certain bone-made bone, he would look like a feeling of corpse. Cold, lonely, and dead.

"Master Shebi, the Qin family is extraordinary. I wonder if you are confident enough to deal with them?"

The old man in black tucked his eyelids, and a light yellow eyeball appeared under his eyelids. He glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "They? Are you not your surname Qin?"

It seemed as if I heard some insulting words. The middle-aged man's eyes instantly became extremely vicious, and his face became even more gloomy. He crushed the cup in his hand with a slight sound, and the bright red wine flowed through his fingers. His face twisted and ferocious, and he said hatefully: "Of course I don't have the surname Qin. My surname is Yan, and I don't call him Qin Tianfang, but Yan Guoming. If my father hadn't been betrayed by the old man Qin Zaizhun to please the Chinese government, why would he die in a foreign land? In the end, he couldn't even find a complete body. Humph, the Qin family adopted me for 20 years in a false manner, thinking that this would offset the sins that Qin Laopin committed back then and resolve the hatred with my Yan family? Delusion! I, Yan Guoming, worked hard abroad for twenty years, in order to one day seek revenge on Qin Laopin and destroy everything that the Qin family has."

"But your 20 years of hard work are still in vain, right? As far as I know, your Liwei Group in Indonesia is not a rival to the Qin Group in the international market, and you secretly oppose them everywhere, but are suppressed everywhere. So far, you are on the verge of bankruptcy. That's why you appear in China as Qin Tianfang. Your purpose is not to destroy the Qin family, but to get the Qin family."

The old man in black said the words of the middle-aged man like a nail, which made him feel humiliated, and more helpless. Because the old man said nothing wrong. The iron-like fact blocked him and his breathing was hard, his eyes became more gloomy, and his expression was more violent and violent.

He walked to the sand with great strides, turned to sit down, leaned against the sand, looked up at the ceiling, hooked his fingers on the tie knot, pulled it down violently, pulled open the collar of the shirt, and broke the crystal button on the collar. He tried to make his breathing smoothly. After a long time, he suddenly looked strangely raised the corner of his mouth, gradually getting bigger and bigger, and finally laughed wildly. He laughed hysterically and couldn't control it. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and said sinisterly:

"Master Shebi, you are right. I want to get the Qin family and then control the Qin group. Today's society is a society of money. The rich people are God. They can play with everything and trample on everything. Money is the most ruthless bullet and the sharpest knife. As long as you have countless money, anyone can do whatever you want. Kill that old man Qin Zaizhun? No, no, that's too cheap. I want him to lose everything and let him lose everything. He watched all his relatives around him become beggars. Didn’t he have his beloved granddaughter? He seemed to be named Qin Gege. He heard that he was still an omnipotent little genius, haha... I just wanted to let him watch his beloved granddaughter be sold to Africa by me and sent to the crotch of countless nigger workers. This would be a hundred times better than killing him directly. Isn’t it? Hehe, hehe, hahaha..."

The middle-aged man laughed wildly and frantically. Suddenly, the old man in black spoke coldly, his voice was like two millstones grinding. "The premise is that you can kidnap everything from the Qin family as you wish, otherwise, all this is just a fantasy and a vain talk."

The middle-aged man suddenly sat upright and leaned forward to the old man in black and said anxiously: "No, no, Master Shebi, all this cannot be a fantasy, nor a false talk. Isn't you there? You are a noble god and omnipotent. Compared to you, we are humble mortals. Tomorrow I will make an appointment with Qin Changqing as planned. You just need to kidnap him halfway and force him to sign the equity transfer book. I will arrange other things."

After all, middle-aged people are extraordinary. After decades of resentment and hatred, they can control their emotions well. Tomorrow is a decisive day. Before that, he cannot let his heart go unrest. Otherwise, once the matter fails, he will completely lose the opportunity to turn over and take revenge. The Liwei Group behind him will be eaten by Qin Changqing in the blink of an eye.

He knows Qin Changqing, his nominal elder brother. He treats his close relatives and friends with a warm and friendly attitude. However, he never takes mercy to his opponents. Otherwise, the Qin Group would not have developed to this day under his leadership.

"It is not a problem to rob Qin Changqing halfway, and it is not a problem to force him to sign. My God-control technique is extremely effective and no one can resist it. But I have something to remind you. I don't matter if you are Qin Tianfang or Yan Guoming. In short, after the matter is completed, you must fulfill the conditions I put forward that day, otherwise, I will make you live and die! Even the family behind you will not let them go. The fate will be a hundred times more cruel than death. Do you understand?"

The cold murderous intent burst out from the light yellow pupils of the old man in black penetrated into his body. The coldness reached the bones of the middle-aged man, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in an instant. The cold sweat of beans could not help but penetrated his forehead.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic. He kept saying, "Master Shebi, I spent a lot of energy to invite you from Yunnan to the capital. I heard your omnipotent reputation. As long as you can deal with the Qin family and get the equity transfer letter, you will agree to you in advance, and you will definitely do everything you promised to you at that time."

"Get up." The old man in black closed his eyes and said lightly: "Men have gold under their knees, don't kneel down at any time. In that way, even if you are rich enough to rival a country, you will not be respected by the world."

"Yes, yes, what you have taught me is the old lesson." The middle-aged man did not dare to breathe, stood up in panic, and returned to the sand to sit down.

"If Qin Changqing signs, what do you plan to deal with him?"

"Kill!" the middle-aged man said with regret without hesitation.

"I understand. You go out."

"yes."

The middle-aged man left the room and brought the door. When he turned around, the humility and fear on his face disappeared and became vicious and vicious.

He grinned in his heart: "Old monster, when you get the Qin Group, you will have money that is as rich as a country. By then, I, Yan Guoming, will definitely make you die ugly! Humph!"

......

At night, just after midnight, when the lights turned off, a figure suddenly appeared in Qin Changqing's room, which was pitch black.

The figure and footsteps were silent, and his movements were like ghosts. He "floated" to Qin Changqing's bed, and the pair of eyes shone brightly in the darkness. He looked down at Qin Changqing's sleeping face and stretched out a hand and pressed it against his chest.

Qin Changqing and his wife have been separated for ten years. They live in China and settle abroad for many years, and they have little contact with each other. They just talk to each other on the phone every New Year Festival, say hello without any pain or itch, and the conversation time is definitely only two minutes. It has never changed in the past ten years. Although there has not been a divorce, this lifestyle is almost the same as a divorce.

As a manager with huge wealth and controls the fate of thousands of people, the best among successful people, a celebrity entrepreneur who frequently appears in wealth magazines at home and abroad. He is also a man who has been mature for a long time since his wife left. He has never touched a woman for ten years. He is often called "the monk among entrepreneurs", "an alternative among men", "a contemporary Liu Xiahui", and "the impotence in King Kong". He always smiles at these many titles.

No one understands the relationship between him and his wife. Between sex and love, he chooses the latter. Between sticking to feelings and constantly lingering in love, he chooses to stick to feelings. He believes that men should never be animals that think about problems with their lower body. Sexual activities without love are not desirable. Not every man needs that moment of release, at least, he doesn't need it. As a normal man, he is not without **, but he controls ** under reason. Although it is very painful and not easy, he still insists on it. He will continue to persevere until the day when his wife returns to him. All ** will explode on that day, and it is also a punishment. Punishment of that woman cruelly leaving him alone to stay in the empty room for so many years.

His sleep quality is not high. It can be said that it is very low and the time is very short. Generally, it will not take four hours. However, the sleep in these four hours is very light, and he will be awakened if he is a little abnormal. Although he is rich in the eyes of outsiders, he has countless enviable auras on his head. But the harvest always comes at a price. A poor quality sleep is hard and spirit.

The black shadow's hand barely touched the thin blanket covering his chest, and Qin Changqing woke up. He grabbed the hand quickly and asked, "Who are you?"

"It's the one who asked you to go to hell to be a ghost!" The black shadow's voice resounded coldly throughout the room. The ghostly aura was so fierce.

"There are more people who want me to be ghosts. You, hum, let's go for the next life!" Hearing the other party's voice, Qin Changqing felt relieved and pulled the desk lamp by the bed. "Tell me, it's so late, what do you want to sneak into my room?"

Under the light, the black figure appeared. He was a handsome Taoist priest who looked in his thirties and had a bun on his head with an ebony hairpin on his head. He had a sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was tall, but his Taoist robe was a bit worn, and several patches were made of the Yin-Yang Fish pattern embroidered on his chest.

The Taoist priest rushed to the bed with his shoes and lay beside him. He crossed his hands and held the back of his head, and said lazily: "Didn't you tell you? I want you to be a ghost."
Chapter completed!