After Lu Qing came back, he was called to the room by Wan Baoguo.

"Mr. Wan!" Lu Qing was very nervous standing in front of Wan Baoguo.

"Lu Qing, sit down and drink tea." Wan Baoguo looked kind and could not see any slightest blaming on the surface.

Lu Qing sat on the sofa tremblingly, looking at Wan Baoguo who was kind and had a bad premonition in his heart. When such a big thing happened, Wan Baoguo should have been furious, but now it seems that nothing happened, which is a big abnormality.

"Lu Qing, how many years have you been with Xinrong?" Wan Baoguo asked.

"Three years." Lu Qing replied weakly.

"Three years are not long, but it's not short. You know that Xinrong is my only son and the only heir to Wanlu Textile. His reputation cannot be damaged." Wan Baoguo said.

Lu Qing didn't say anything, but he became even more nervous inside, waiting for the other party's next words.

"Don't be nervous, drink tea." Wan Baoguo smiled.

"Mr. Wan, just say it if you have something to do." Lu Qing was not a fool, so he mustered up the courage to ask straight to the point.

"Since you said that, I won't go around in circles. The videos on the Internet are not very clear. I want you to take on the whole matter. Of course, I will give you enough compensation." As he said that, Wan Baoguo pushed a bank card in front of him: "There are two million here."

Lu Qing looked up at Wan Baoguo and wanted to refuse, but opened his mouth and finally said nothing. He was not Wang Hao, so he could say no to the Wan family. He knew very well that even if he refused Wan Baoguo now, the other party would have many ways to make him surrender.

After thinking about it, Lu Qing finally reached out and put the bank card on the table in his pocket: "Mr. Wan, what do I need to do?"

"I will find a man with a similar appearance and figure as Xinrong. You two will record a clarification video. It is best to have a few intimate actions. Do you understand?" said Wan Baoguo.

"Yeah!" Lu Qing nodded, feeling very humiliated, but facing Wan Baoguo, he could only swallow this humiliation.

After handling this matter, Wan Baoguo waved his hand and asked a man beside him to leave with Lu Qing. After Lu Qing left, Wan Xinrong walked in, and he heard what he had just said.

"Dad, Lu Qing..." He wanted to plead for Lu Qing, after all, the two have been together for three years.

"Shut up, you will marry Gan Lin at the end of the year. After you have a grandson, I will ignore your private life." Wan Baoguo said to Wan Xinrong with a serious look on his face.

Wan Xinrong opened his mouth and finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth. He was also very nervous in front of Wan Baoguo, because one word of Wan Baoguo could turn him into a pauper.

"Have you called Wang Hao?" Wan Baoguo asked.

Wan Xinrong shook his head and said, "No!"

“Fight now.”

"Oh!" Wan Xinrong responded, took out his cell phone and called Wang Hao with a reluctant look.

At this time, Wang Hao was having lunch at Gouzi's house. He slept drunk last night in the bar in the 1980s. In the morning, the dog came to deliver breakfast to him, so he followed Gouzi home. The matter between Li Jie and Ouyang Rujing was a headache, so Wang Hao did not want to contact them before he thought about it, so he could only wander outside for the time being.

It's strange that for one morning, he had been waiting for Li Jie or Ouyang Rujing's call, but neither of them looked for her. When they were having lunch, the ring ring... The phone ring ring rang. I thought it was one of them, but after seeing the caller ID, I couldn't help but be stunned because it was Wan Xinrong's call.

"Damn it, how much does he mean to call him?" he thought to himself, and then pressed the answer button: "Hey?"

"Wang Hao, I am Wan Xinrong."

"Mr. Wan, what advice do you have?" Wang Hao said with a smile.

"My dad wants to ask you to have dinner together in the evening," said Wan Xinrong.

"Your dad?" Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: "It seems that he beat the young man and the old man is here."

"Yes!" Wan Xinrong just said the word "right", and then the voice on his phone turned into the voice of a middle-aged man: "Hey, is it Mr. Wang? I am Wan Baoguo, I'm disturbing you."

"Hello, Mr. Wan, don't disturb me." Wang Hao knew that it was an old fox when he heard Wan Baoguo's voice.

"I wonder if Mr. Wang has time tonight, so I can enjoy the whole meal together." Wan Baoguo asked.

"Mr. Wan, at night... I may not have time." Wang Hao didn't want the other party to lead the nose. You said you could eat. I'm not. As for the question of being face-saving or not, Wan Xinrong has been looking for a killer, and he has completely tear his face apart, so Wang Hao didn't even want to give it to the other party.

The expression on Wan Baoguo's face became cold. When he was in the business world, Wang Hao was still peeing and playing with mud. He dared to refute his face. He couldn't help but feel angry, but he still asked patiently: "When will Mr. Wang Hao have time? I heard about Wang Hao's name in Jiangcheng in the provincial capital, just want to make friends."

"Mr. Wan, I am just a poor loser, but I am not qualified to make friends with you. Let's do this. I will treat you to tea tomorrow morning, Yipinju." Wang Hao said with a smile.

"Okay! Then we will see you tomorrow morning." Wan Baoguo said angrily, then hung up the phone, and the next second, he threw his phone away and cursed: "Little slut, pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of me, wait."

"Dad, I'm right? Wang Hao, this little bastard, won't give anyone any face, you're going to have a tough time, so you should let the Eighth Master make him." Wan Xinrong said.

Wan Baoguo glared at him and said, "Call the eighth master and tell his people not to rush to do it. I will talk to Xiaobiao tomorrow morning. The project of Longhu Home is crucial. It is best if it can be resolved peacefully."

"Oh!" Wan Xinrong responded, then bent down and picked up his phone. He took a look and found that the screen was broken, but he could still make a phone call, so he dialed the Baye's number.

Dou...Dou...

The ringtone rang seven times and eight times, and an old voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey?"

"Master Eighth Master, I am Xinrong, that, can I slow down what I told you last time?" Wan Xinrong asked tentatively.

"Hmph, what do you think?" Eighth Master snorted coldly, not giving Wan Xinrong face at all.

"Eighth Master, that's the case..." Wan Xinrong was about to explain, and his phone was once again snatched away by Wan Baoguo: "Eighth Master, I am Baoguo..."

...

Wang Hao refuted Wan Baoguo's face on the phone, but he did not look down on the other party in his heart. The Wan family began to run a yarn mill in the late Qing Dynasty, and by the end of the Qing Dynasty, Wan Xinrong's generation was the fourth generation, which was considered a business family. Before liberation, the family must have some connection with the Tao, and even had its own arms. To this day, it was absolutely deeply rooted. Once the conflict arose, I don't know who would be involved in the end.

"What should I do tomorrow?" I thought to myself, and then cursed Wan Xinrong. If this bastard hadn't asked someone to kill him, everything could be discussed, but now... others' knives are all put on their necks, can they still surrender?
Chapter completed!