clang……

The crisp sound of the piano sounded in his ears. Wang Hao closed his eyes slightly and slowly shook his head with the rhythm. Although he had no musical cells, the song played by Qiandai could create a hint of tranquility in his heart, giving people a very relaxed and comfortable feeling.

If you could recite a poem according to the situation, it would be quite awesome. Unfortunately, Wang Hao didn't think of an ancient poem even though he was scraped. He could only say awkwardly: "Good songs and good artistic conception!"

"It's sure, it's a bit of a return to nature." Ning Yong slowly started to punch the fist as he listened to the sound of the guqin. The Bajiquan was violent, but at this time he followed the sound of the guqin and played like Tai Chi.

After playing the song, all the fatigue Wang Hao had accumulated in his physical strength some time ago disappeared, and he felt a little refreshed: "No, really good." He praised it.

"If the boss likes it, you can come to the teahouse every day, and Qiandai will play a song for you." Qiandai said obediently. His speaking Mandarin is very standard. If he doesn't say he is Japanese, no one can tell.

"Okay!" Wang Hao said two good words in a row, with an excited expression on his face.

After a little leaning, Qian Dai went out with Qin in his arms, and the smile on Wang Hao's face disappeared, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Ning Yong, do you find it a little strange?" he asked.

"What's strange?" Ning Yong asked back: "The song just now returns to nature, is very extraordinary, and can make people calm and relax their whole mood. If you listen to it every day, you can't prolong your life, but it will definitely have many benefits for your body, especially you, you should really listen more, and you can excrete all the fatigue accumulated in your body."

"I know all of these. At this time, my body feels much more comfortable and relaxed a lot, but don't you find it strange?" Wang Hao asked with a blink of an eye.

"What's strange?"

"It is at this critical moment, why is such a powerful Japanese woman appearing in the teahouse? With her unique skills in playing the piano and tea art, would she be short of money?" Wang Hao finally caught the most critical point.

"This... seems to be not missing." Ning Yong replied in a daze.

"Since there is no shortage, why did she go to Wanchongshan Teahouse to work?" Wang Hao asked.

"She seemed to say just now that she liked this place, and was quiet in the midst of the mountain," said Ning Yong.

"Since you like this place and have money, you can live here without working in a teahouse." Wang Hao said.

"Yes, is she the killer sent by the Wan family? It's impossible. I've tested it. The other party has no martial arts skills." Ning Yong shook his head and said.

"Who said that killers must know martial arts?" Wang Hao asked back.

"Uh?" Ning Yong was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

"You have to cheer up these days, let's continue listening to the song tomorrow." Wang Hao said: "Look at what this Japanese girl sells in the gourd."

...

In the provincial capital, Wanjia Villa, Wan Baoguo frowned, and the approval from the freight terminal has been released. The owners of Longhu Home and some people with ulterior motives are gathering in the sales office of Jiangcheng. He has been troubled by these things these days.

Wan Baoguo is very regretful now. He originally wanted to make the freight terminal absent through his relationship, but unfortunately the people he knew failed to stop the issuance of the documents. Later, he heard that it was Zhou Zhiguo's personal instructions. At this moment, he suddenly realized that Wang Hao was definitely not just a gangster, and he had already reached the province.

He is cruel and ruthless, and has a broad mind. Such people are the most difficult to deal with. In the Wan Family’s ancestral teachings, they have specially marked such people who cannot be offended, including people like Wang Hao.

"Oh, I'm confused!" Wan Baoguo patted his forehead, sighed, and said to himself: "I shouldn't have let Xinrong deal with it at that time. If I had handled it myself, maybe things wouldn't have been here."

Ring...

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone ringing. He looked at it and found that it was the Eighth Master's phone call. Wan Baoguo thought about it for a while, and then pressed the answer button as if he had made some determination: "Hey, Eighth Master!"

"Baoguo, it's been a few days now, when will the money be released?" The eighth Master's impatient voice came from his phone.

"Master Ba, I have trouble with the Longhu Home Project I invested in Jiangcheng. I don't have enough cash. I thought about it and make money by doing business and making money. Otherwise, I won't bother you." Wan Baoguo said with a tough bullet.

"What? Don't want to bother me? What happened to your son Wan Xinrong came to me some time ago? Who caused the death of my apprentice Liu Xiong? Forget it? It's light, there will be no 100 million in the account tomorrow. Don't blame me for turning against others." Eighth Master threatened, and then hung up the phone.

Dou...Dou...

"Hey? Hey, Master Eighth?" Wan Baoguo shouted twice and found that the other party had hung up the phone, so he was so angry that he threw his phone directly.

"What to do? What to do now?" He has never encountered such a big crisis since he took over Wanlu Textile.

On the one hand, Baye extorted 100 million yuan, and on the other hand, the troubles encountered by the Longhu Home project. He knew very well that several owners of Longhu Home were nothing, and it would soon affect the capital market. Wanlu Textile's stock will definitely fall. If someone maliciously acquires it, he must leave a large amount of funds to deal with possible changes in the capital market.

According to Wan Baoguo's plan just now, he planned to reject the Eighth Master first, and then talk to Wang Hao. His son Wan Xinrong was looking for a killer first, and Wang Hao created a heavy truck impact, which was considered to be even. In this way, not only did he not have to pay another 100 million to the Eighth Master, but there should be no twists and turns in the capital market. He could even talk to Wang Hao about the investment in the freight terminal, because he heard that the other party had insufficient funds and several consortiums were in contact with Zhongyitang.

Unfortunately, the Eighth Master didn't let go, and he didn't know what to do for a while?

After thinking about it, there was no good idea, so he had to keep calling his son Wan Xinrong a loser, and he was not enough to make trouble. Unfortunately, Wan Xinrong had already returned to Pingyang County and could not hear it at all.

...

That night, Chu Ruoying was studying in the library. When she was tired of studying, she stretched her waist and couldn't help but see a black man in her mind: "I don't know what he is busy with, why haven't he seen him for so long?"

Thinking of this, she suddenly blushed: "Shame, who are you? Why do you want to see you?"

"Ruoying, who do you think of? Why did your face turn red?" Zhou Mingyan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Since the KTV incident, Zhou Mingyan has taken the initiative to become friends with Chu Ruoying. I don’t know whether she is sincere or false. In short, she took good care of Chu Ruoying during this period.

"I didn't think of anyone." Chu Ruoying said with her head down.

"Someone looked for you at the entrance of the library, saying that he was Wang Hao's friend." Zhou Mingyan said.

"Uh? Oh!" Chu Ruoying was stunned for a moment, then immediately packed her books and hugged her in her chest, and walked out of the library.

"Little Nizi is already in love with her. She is walking so fast, not me, but a friend." Zhou Mingyan chased after her.

Miyamoto Nosuke stood in a shadow at the entrance of the Echo University Library, with a fierce look in his eyes.

I fell asleep, and alas, I got up and finished writing again.
Chapter completed!