"What? Yin Shangyuan is still alive?" Fan Yuanrong heard a news that shocked him very much in the morning.

He pushed away the maid who was trying to put on him in a suit, and walked out of the bed with his feet on a smooth body. The girl screamed, but immediately covered her mouth and dared not move.

Fortunately, Fan Yuanrong did not fall, otherwise the maid would have to die in this bedroom again.

The one who came to send the message was Ouyang Jingyuan trained his subordinates. The young man had a bright dress and a decent identity, but when he arrived in front of Fan Yuanrong, he was still as trembling as a mouse who saw a cat.

"Yes, Mr. Ouyang also sent a message that the Eastern Supervisory Commission had learned a large number of confessions about the internal agreement of the 'Kuafu' plan from Yin Shangyuan, and also obtained a list. Now the Eastern Supervisory Commission has strictly protected him and started to investigate according to these confessions and lists." Although the young man was afraid of Fan Yuanrong, the people taught by Ouyang Jingyuan were the same as neither humble nor arrogant, so he was very calm.

Fu Zicheng, who was instructing servants to clean the room in the room, had no expression on his face and had no idea about these secrets.

Fan Yuanrong intended to call him here. After listening to the report, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Zicheng with malicious intentions: "Butler Fu, tell me, what's going on? A person who has been dead for more than 20 years will be resurrected. Even in a thriller novel, there is no such unreasonable plot, right?"

Fu Zicheng was concentrating on wiping the cup picked up from the carpet. After hearing Fan Yuanrong's words, he didn't raise his head, but just said lightly: "This is an important matter. Mr. Fan should discuss it directly with the master and the others. I am just a housekeeper who is not worth worrying about, so I cannot answer your question. Please forgive me."

Fan Yuanrong was not angry when he heard this, but just laughed, looked back at the new personal maid who had just put on her clothes and said, "Maoer, go, wake up the master, and say I have something to discuss with him."

The maid called Maoer is the new personal maid that Fu Zicheng has only recently found for Fan Yuanrong.

She had a slightly cold face and was not very frivolous, but her every move showed an invisible charm and laziness. She was really a little goblin who was tortured to death, so Fan Yuanrong was very satisfied after Fu Zicheng sent the person.

Maoer is also very obedient. Even if she sleeps with an elderly man who is nearly 100 years old, she never complains, and she will not think that Fan Yuanrong is lying in the quilt and chatting with other servants when she falls asleep. Therefore, Maoer is also the closest personal maid living beside Fan Yuanrong.

Hearing Fan Yuanrong's orders, Maoer nodded slightly and stood up and headed out the door. When he passed by Fan Yuanrong, he was touched by the rough big hand and his perky butt.

Maoer just glanced back at Fan Yuanrong, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, which made Fan Yuanrong smile.

Although he hated Fu Zicheng, a guy who didn't care about them at all, he was very satisfied with Fu Zicheng's arrangement this time, so his tone of speaking to Fu Zicheng was no longer as stiff as before.

When Maoer left the door, Fan Yuanrong sighed softly: "You go down, I will tell Lao Zheng about this."

Ouyang Jingyuan's subordinates saluted respectfully and then retreated and left the room.

...

Outside the door, the cat didn't walk far away, and she stood at the corner, with a cigarette in her slender fingers.

Seeing the young subordinate come out, Maoer smiled charmingly and asked, "If you change into this set of clothes, you may not have a chance to meet again in the future. Why don't you come here tonight? I will give you the reward you promised to you?"

The cat's cold little hands naturally held the handsome man's side face.

The other party smiled slightly, but his heart was hot. He grabbed Maoer's hand with his backhand and said, "Don't, it seems like I'm going to Dongsheng this time to die. Let's just keep it waiting for me to come back to celebrate the merits."

Maoer was slightly stunned, with a charming look like silk, and asked again: "Take it serious?"

The man lowered his head and kissed the cat gently on the back of his hand: "Take it seriously."

When the cat heard this, he gently pulled his hand back, and a trace of undetectable bitterness flashed in his eyes, and then twisted his slender waist, leaving a charming back of all living beings.

The young man looked at the beautiful figure more with some nostalgia, and then he had no worries. He cleared his throat, tidied up his collar and went downstairs.

...

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

"Come in."

The cat entered the house and saw Zheng Beichuan playing Tai Chi in the room. There was a pot of freshly cooked tea on the table next to it. The tea leaves were fragrant and elegant, and they didn't need it. You could tell that the thing was very good just by smelling it.

Seeing that it was Fan Yuanrong's personal maid, Zheng Beichuan closed his eyes again and asked, "What's wrong?"

The cat's hands trembled slightly, but she calmly grabbed it with her other hand and covered it up.

"Mr. Fan asked you to go over and say that there is something important to discuss."

Zheng Beichuan was indifferent. He continued to practice Tai Chi according to decades of habit, holding the moon in his arms, pushing and closing, and seemed to be slow and slow, but whenever someone planned to make plans for Zheng Beichuan at this time, he would be killed by Zheng Beichuan in the next second.

Maoer didn't have that mind. She was afraid that Zheng Beichuan would not have time, so how could he dare to have other minds? Besides... In this vermilion pavilion, Zheng Beichuan was still relatively polite to the servants. At least before the servants made mistakes, Zheng Beichuan would not make any excessive demands on them, and even had great courtesy.

In the eyes of other small leaders, the personal servants who serve Fan Yuanrong to sleep may not be as good as ordinary servants, and the ones they want to come are even more despicable, but Zheng Beichuan was very polite to her. Even when he first came, Zheng Beichuan gave her a prescription, saying that the medicine was taken on the prescription and put it in a sachet to remove the inner yin energy that Fan Yuanrong was inadvertently replenished by Fan Yuanrong every day, and also remove the odor. This is not something that those personal servants could enjoy before, and Maoer was always grateful for it.

After a while, the music stopped. Zheng Beichuan slowly stood up straight. When he opened his eyes again, a sharp and cold light flashed in his eyes, which made the cat's involuntary heart tighten, as if he was scared.

Zheng Beichuan let out a sip of turbid air, walked to the side and picked up the cold tea and took a sip, and said, "You go back and tell Lao Fan that I already know about Dongsheng. Tell him not to worry, I will deal with it well."

Maoer was slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that Zheng Beichuan had already known that Yin Shangyuan was still alive earlier than Fan Yuanrong.

But she wouldn't ask too much. After getting the answer, she nodded obediently and said, "Yes."

Zheng Beichuan put down his cup and said, "In addition, please ask Butler Fu to arrange it. I will set up a table of wine and food to invite a few old friends to come over to reminisce about the past, and let him take a closer look."

"Yes." The cat didn't think much about it.

"Okay, go down."

The cat stepped down obediently.

As soon as the cat left, there was a person coming out of the inner room. He was still a beautiful woman with a figure and appearance.

Her long, black and shiny hair hung around her waist, her upper body was only wearing a scarlet shirt, and her lower body was simply naked. She walked to Fan Yuanrong and put it on his chest and sniffed, "Are you really planning to go to Dongsheng to respond?"

Zheng Beichuan was not that hot towards women, and even a little disgusted with them.

He took a deep breath and said, "The bureau was set up by someone else. If I don't go, wouldn't it be too disgrace for them?"

When the woman heard this, a green ripples appeared on her skin, which was originally as white as stagnant. When the ripples spread out, they raised like snake scales. The naked body was wrapped in a bionic structure, and the scarlet shirt disappeared. Her eyes, which were also shining with a faint light, slowly darkened, and she looked at Zheng Beichuan and said, "You are just falling into the trap."

Zheng Beichuan smiled: "You are right. I am just a trap. I just don't know that their website is not allowed to live in my evil dragon that can turn the world upside down!"

The woman laughed when she heard this, and she stepped back and said, "But the superiors won't let you make decisions on everything yourself, so... you have to kill what you should do, and if you only think about your own way, then from today on, I don't need to discuss with you again."

Zheng Beichuan looked at the woman and said, "Sandozhuoma is indeed very skillful, but this matter cannot be solved by killing people. If that is the case, I don't know how many people will disappear inexplicably over the years, so you might as well bring my intentions back first and let the members of the panel arbitrate. If they support Sandozhuoma and want to carry out a thorough purge, then I, Zheng Beichuan, will be the front pawn. But if the panel does not agree, please also know Sandozhuoma and let her be honest as the agent of the teacher. Don't always think about making a decision for the teacher, let alone dominate us with this identity. You must know that we are all the favorite disciples of the "Mr."

After hearing this, the woman's expression remained unchanged, but murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

However, the woman also knew that Zheng Beichuan was not just a businessman who made his business rich enough to rival a country. His hidden secrets were far more than money and power, so the woman was just interested in killing her.

She smiled and nodded and said, "I will convey your meaning to Ms. Zhuoma, then...got off."

Zheng Beichuan did not try to keep him, nor did he even send him out to the woman.

...

By noon, Fu Zicheng had already prepared the banquet as Zheng Beichuan wanted.

The table is not big, the room is not too spacious, but it is very clean and elegant, with clear inside and outside. The dishes are also carefully selected, which is very suitable for three or five friends to gather together to chat about their own conversations.

But when the invited person arrived in front of the door, Fu Zicheng's eyes revealed some weirdness.

Because the people invited by Zheng Beichuan were Jiang Zhengyi, the person in charge of the East Supervisory Commission's Shelter in Tianye No. 19, and Zhang Fengyu, who had settled here after coming to Tianye No. 19, many years ago to handle special affairs, had no special identity and even couldn't hide.

In addition to these two, Zheng Beichuan even invited Li Cunfeng, the highest chief executive who has served in the top management of Tianye No. 19 Shelter who has been in the top management of Tianye No. 19 Shelter, and Shangguan Yeyue, the current captain of the Special Service Brigade of Tianye No. 19 Shelter.

When several people met in front of the Zhuqi Tower, they were both surprised and a little clear.

Zhang Fengyu is still the same as before, dressed more casually, but in recent years, he lived in Tianye No. 19 shelter and had more free and easy temperaments with six senses, but what impressed the most was his ageless face.

Jiang Zhengyi has not had much contact with Zhang Fengyu, but I have heard that this man was already in his forties when he arrived at Tianye No. 19. Why is he still so young after twenty years? Is there really any technique of immortality in this world?

But how could I know that Zhang Fengyu is more than the sixties he imagined. Now Zhang Fengyu has lived for almost two centuries, and death has long been a forgotten word for Zhang Fengyu.

Shangguan Yeyue is similar to Zhang Fengyu. Not only is she not old in appearance, but she is also taller in figure and has more charming every move. But no one will guess whether she has the ability to live forever, because Shangguan Wan'er doesn't have much of her innate self in her body. By changing bionic prosthetic limbs, Shangguan Wan'er will always be in the best condition as long as her brain does not die.

The only possibility that seems more normal is Li Cunfeng.

This man who took over as the highest executive of Tianye Sanctuary No. 19 because of Yin Shangyuan's sudden suicide was no longer as handsome and heroic as before. Although Li Cunfeng is still so clean and decent now, he cannot hide his old attitude.

His hair was already gray, and his eyes also revealed the age that anyone with a discerning eye could see.

After everyone exchanged greetings with each other for a few words, Zheng Beichuan, who was the host, smiled and greeted him, "Several big men are here, really make my thatched house shine!"

Zhang Fengyu dug his ears when he heard this, and did not give Zheng Beichuan any face and said, "Your vermilion pavilion is magnificent. If this can be called a thatched house, then everyone in the world will live a very comfortable life."

Zheng Beichuan was stunned when he heard this, but he was not angry. He just laughed and said, "Young Master Zhang's words really make me ashamed. That, we won't be polite. Come into the house quickly. I asked the housekeeper to prepare a table of wine and food, let's have a chat while eating, haha, and chat while eating."

Unexpectedly, the dignified Shang King would have entered the house first, as polite as ordinary people in the city.

Shangguan Wan'er followed closely, and Jiang Zhengyi was not very polite. Only Li Cunfeng stood outside the door. When the other three entered, he asked Zheng Beichuan softly: "Old Zheng, I know that your purpose of drinking and entertainment today is not to contact feelings, so I came alone, which is also considered sincerity, but you have to let me know first, what are you doing?"

Zheng Beichuan was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled slightly and said, "Brother Li, although you are the head of Tianye No. 19, in terms of age and qualifications, I will call you Brother Li.

, isn't this too much?"

Li Cunfeng shook his head, he didn't care about this at all.

"Since that's the case, then brother, listen to me, go into the house first, sit down and let's have a chat while eating. Believe me, today's wine will definitely make you return home with satisfaction." Zheng Beichuan's words were mysterious, but this made Li Cunfeng even more unpredictable.

Li Cunfeng smiled bitterly and nodded: "Okay then."

Several people entered the house. Zheng Beichuan saw Fu Zicheng arranged a maid to serve him, and said with dissatisfaction: "Butler Fu, the reason why you asked you to arrange wine and food in a room is not to show off your luxury. Besides, what is the world outside? Is it a time to show off my luxury and show how Zhang Fengyu can do it?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Zicheng understood. He quickly winked at the maids, and they all quietly retreated with cleverness.

The "outsider" is gone, and Zheng Beichuan feels much more comfortable. He pours wine for several people himself, and it goes without saying that he is polite during the meal.

After three rounds of drinking, Li Cunfeng was the first to take the lead and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Mr. Zheng, if you have anything to do, just say it. It's all wise people here, and it's really funny to have those intrigue scenes, so you just say it's okay, let's hear what's going on first."

Zheng Beichuan looked at Li Cunfeng after hearing this, and then looked at the other three.

Zhang Fengyu seemed to be only interested in wine and food. Even though everyone here put down his quicksell, he didn't go to touch the wine glass. He was still competing with the plate of peanuts alone.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't have that much thought and was not interested in the wine and food on the table, but her eyes were looking at Zhang Fengyu, and even a little resentful, which made people feel curious.

As for the person in charge of the Eastern Supervision Commission, Jiang Zhengyi, who only worked at Tianye No. 19 a few years ago, he may be the only person here who is most restless.
To be continued...