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For a company that suddenly came to his site, Huang Ming felt uncomfortable.

I really don't understand the rules of the lake. Huang Ming's eyes flashed cold.

There are only two situations for such people. One is that there are people in the above places. The other is that they come from small places and belong to the upstarts. They don't know how to do things.

What is Zhao Mengmeng's origin? We need to send someone to try it out.

Huang Ming frowned and dialed a person's phone.

Not long, there was a knock outside the door.

"Come in." Huang Ming is still holding Liu qinger in his arms.

Outside came a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a square face and thick eyebrows, and a deep scar on his face.

No one knows the man's real name, but everyone knows his nickname, death.

It's not a deliberate attempt to pretend that there are not twenty but seventeen and eighteen people who have died in his hands these years.

But it's not a common little person. It's too boring for him.

The five tigers in South China are famous for a time

Although no one saw the hand of death, everyone knew it clearly.

At the beginning, there were some people who were not convinced with him. After the Third Master Wang disappeared from the world, all the people were silent, and their eyes on the God of death were not the same as usual.

According to the law, the God of death can pull out a group of people by himself, and he can be the boss by himself. There is also a reason why he is under Huang Ming's control.

When the God of death was thrown in, he was sentenced to death. Later, Huang Ming entrusted someone to change the death penalty to a suspended death sentence. Then it was indefinite, and then it became a fixed term. Later, it didn't take long to come out. Because of gratitude, death has been following Huang Ming all these years. Although there is no post in the group, it is also the existence of the second leader. No one dares to look down on him 。

When death comes in, Huang Ming greets him warmly.

However, the God of death was not surprised or pleased. He sat on the sofa beside him, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, counting them one by one as if nobody else was there.

Huang Ming's attitude towards the God of death has long been strange. Because from the first day I knew him, he was that virtue.

At the beginning, the two men said very clearly that death had worked for him for 20 years to repay him for saving his life. The rest of the interview, what feelings are not emotional, in the eyes of death is pure bullshit.

Although Huang Ming looks like a bullshit, he has his own uniqueness when he is able to become a figure known by several provinces.

He never cares about his subordinates' attitude towards him. As long as they do things obediently, everything will be fine.

"It's said that Zhao Mengmeng has come recently. Do you know?" Huang Ming asked the God of death.

The God of death nodded and said, "from the world garden group."

"What background." Asked Huang Ming.

"Why is the background just a nouveau riche? Of course, there is no background at all. It seems that there is a good relationship with some local leaders. If you have to talk about her background, she's not the boss of the company, but she has some background. She is the daughter of a secretary of the municipal Party committee. " Death's face was still calm.

"Who is their boss?" Asked Huang Ming.

"It's from a poor valley called Zhang Xiaojian." Death said.

"Zhang Xiaojian." Huang Ming frowned.

"Is that the one who was chasing after that fire cloud?" Huang Ming seems to suddenly think of something.

"I don't know. Because I'm not sure. " Death said.

Huang Ming's face became somewhat unattractive. He didn't know the name of the first time, but he didn't send anyone to check it. But the registered residence department simply couldn't find this person, saying that no power to query it was very strange.

Huang Ming pondered for a moment. He had already made up his mind. This time, Liu qinger did not want to come out and touch the group.

If they hurt, the person behind them will certainly come out. He wants to see if this Zhang Xiaojian is the one who was pursued at that time.

After making up his mind, Huang Ming said, "go get a ticket for Liu qinger," and get to know the group by the way.

The God of death is not happy. After all, such a small matter has been sent to him. Isn't it a bit overkill.

"You know what I mean." Huang Ming saw what the God of death was thinking and said it casually.

The God of death was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked out without expression.

"Honey, I love you so much." Liu qinger kisses Huang Ming's face hard and says softly.

Huang Ming responded, then stood up and walked out of the room.

It is already dark outside. In the most humble corner of Dongjiang City, there is a teahouse with many high-end cars parked at the door.

In a box on the third floor, a middle-aged man with glasses is drinking tea thoughtfully.A man was sitting beside him, haggard, looking like a man who was going to die soon.

A face thin left a leather bag wrapped, yellow like yellow paper, if lying on the ground, really cry.

Neither of them spoke. They were quietly drinking tea.

Tea is an old Pu'er. I don't know if it's good to drink or not. It's really very expensive. It's said that a small piece of tea costs tens of thousands of yuan, which is not what ordinary consumers can afford.

"Is it time he came over?" Middle aged men with glasses can't do it any more.

The dead man next to him still didn't speak. He didn't have any expression on his face. He took a sip of tea.

At this time, the door was pushed open, a man came in from the outside, and said with a smile: "Damn it, damned, traffic jam, late. I'm sorry to treat you today

After the man sat down, a girl in a plain dress came in, poured a cup of tea, put it in front of the man, and then walked out.

"Boss Huang's golden body is very tight. We idle people can't wait a little longer." The middle-aged man with glasses smiles.

"Taro, it's too much for you to say so. You might as well give me two mouths." Huang Ming laughed.

The taro also laughed. The living dead beside him didn't laugh, and he still kept his virtue.

At this time, Huang Ming noticed the man. After a glance, his face changed slightly.

All of this, beside Tai Lang all saw in the eyes, the corner of his mouth showed a grim smile.

"Brother Huang Ming, what do you mean when you tell me something happened to your men on the phone. It's not an excuse to get rid of something. " Although Tai Lang laughs ha ha, but on the face actually reveals the Yin Li color.

At this time, the dead man next to him also put down the cup in his hand. His originally dull eyes suddenly flashed, staring at Huang Ming.