Play Nice

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The business leader didn't move: "what's the matter?"

"Fortunately you're fine."

The strength in his hands tightened.

After every fear and fear, it is accompanied by a loss and a recovery, a lingering fear.

The business leader was obediently letting him hold it.

After he slowed down, she spoke aloud: "I forgot to tell you something."

Jing Zhao asked what was the matter.

"Cen Si and Kouri mentioned a person during the negotiation. She should be a very important person to Kouri. Her name is Yao Lingsuo, but I don't know if it is the Yao Lingsuo from our community."

"When I go back, I'll find someone to check."

"Cen Si and Corey—"

Jing Zhao suddenly interrupted: "Don't mention him."

He frowned, worried.

The business leader thought it was official business: "Don't want to talk about Keri?"

"Don't mention Cen Si."

She didn't respond.

Jing Zhao put his arms around her waist and used strength in his hands: "Lingling, didn't you see it? He has thoughts on you."

And it's very thoughtful.

Shang Lingling's eyes were full of surprise: "You read it wrong."

Jing Zhao shook his head.

It was difficult for Shang Lingling to understand: "He is so strange, I don't like seeing him so much." And the most important point, "He is Cen Yongqing's son."

Across the blood feud, it is impossible for Shang Lingling to be kind to him.

"I know."

Shang Lingling hugged Jing Zhao's neck with one hand, stood on tiptoe, and touched his forehead with his fingers: "Then you are still jealous."

Jing Zhao grabbed her hand and kissed her: "I couldn't hold back."

Including the remarks in the elevator just now, it was so cruel to people, it was too dignified, it was not his style.

It's easy for a man to lose his mind when he loves a woman.

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Jing Zhao and Shang Lingling set off the next morning and arrived at Vigaranka at eleven o'clock in the morning.Jing Zhao placed the business leaders in a local tourist hotel, which was funded by the government and had higher security than other hotels.

Before lunch, Jing held an hour-long video conference.

At the end, Neil said, "Little Master Jiu, leave the rest to me. Miss Shang is a rare visit. Please accompany her more."

Jing Zhao did not refuse: "It's time to work."

"You're welcome."

in the afternoon.

Jing Zhao led the business leaders to Jipu Village, where there is a sightseeing street, which is the most complete indigenous ancient street in Vigalanka so far.All the villages along the street are located on the water, the bridges are staggered, and the bamboo boats pass under them.

Without the black industry, Vigaranka would be a beautiful city.

Jing Yi and Zhao Shouyue brought a few people and walked together in secret.Jing Zhao went to buy two tickets. Before boarding the boat, the flower seller stopped him.

"Sir, buy a flower."

Jipu Village is rich in flowers, and there are many young people selling flowers in this street.

The business leader asked Jing Zhao, "What kind of flower is this?"

"And Sanghua."

The flowers of Hemulberry are as big as a baby's fist, the color is red with purple, the petals are layered, and there is no fragrance.

It was the first time that Shang Lingling met: "What is the language of flowers?"

"Peaceful, ordinary."

"Then buy one."

Jing Zhao said yes, and said to the girl in the local language, "I want a flower."

The girl picked the most delicate and beautiful flower and handed it to Shang Lingling.

Shang Lingling noticed the girl's hands, which were very rough. Because of picking flowers, their nails were dyed black.

In the Empire, a girl of this age should still be in junior high school.

Jing Zhao gave her a note.

The girl held it in her hands carefully: "Sir, can you wait here? I can't find it. I need to change the change. If you are worried, you can go with me."

"keep the change."

The girl shook her head and insisted: "What I'm looking for, there is a shop in front of me, I'll be back soon."

The girl ran into the store with a basket.

Shang Lingling didn't understand the language here: "What did she just say?"

Jing Zhao broke off the flower branch and put the flower in the chest pocket of the business collar jacket: "She praised you for being beautiful."

He led the merchant leader onto the boat.

From the street to the center of the street, it takes about 15 minutes by boat. The closer to the center of the ancient street, the more lively it is. There is an arch bridge where the boat disembarks, and a fountain is built on the arch bridge. Many unnamed flowers are planted on both sides of the bridge.

They walked all the way.

It's strange that there are still so many tourists in such a turbulent city.Jing Zhao said that because the prices here are low and there are many horse and stone casinos, there is never a shortage of "adventurers" from abroad.

There is a small stall in front, the stall owner is good voice, singing local folk songs.

The business leader felt fresh and went over to take a look: "Jing Zhao, what is this?"

The merchants don’t know the things sold at the stall. They stir fry them in the pot like fried chestnuts. The taste is a bit rushed, but it smells surprisingly good.

Jing Zhao said, "It's an edible seed."

"I want to try it."

Jing Zhao is communicating with the stall owner.

Suddenly, gunshots came from behind, one after another.

Jing recalled his head and took his foot in the direction of the gunshot, but only one step, which was his instinctive reaction as a peacekeeper.

Shang Lingling grabbed his clothes and shook his head: "Don't go."

He looked at her.

She was not afraid, but her eyes were red: "Don't go, Jing Zhao." It was too dangerous.

If she wasn't here, he'd be there, because he was a peacekeeper, but she was, and she needed him.

He squeezed her hand: "Okay."

Jing Yi and Zhao Shouyue rushed over from the crowd and led Jing Zhao and the business leader in the middle.Jing Zhao didn't want to be too conspicuous, so there weren't many people he brought out, just enough to protect himself.

The sound of gunfire became more and more chaotic, and the originally lively ancient streets became chaotic, with tourists and locals running around to avoid.

The chaos lasted for nearly ten minutes. Jing Yi went to find out the situation. Two groups of mercenaries were robbing a batch of goods. They killed seven civilians.

When the peacekeepers arrived, the blood on the ground was already cold.

"Come on, let's go back."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao led the business leader to leave, going against the direction of the incident.

"gentlemen!"

"gentlemen!"

It was the girl who sold flowers who caught up. She seemed used to seeing such scenes and didn't panic much: "Sir, looking for your change."

Jing Zhao didn't accept the change: "Is this money enough to buy everything?"

"Enough, sir."

"Then sell me all these flowers."

The girl and all the flower baskets were given to Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao didn't take it away, but left the flower on the bridge, and Sanghua's flower language is tranquility and ordinary.

On the way back to the hotel, Jing Zhao was silent.

"Leader."

"Ah."

He suddenly apologized: "I'm sorry."

Shang Lingling has been holding his hand, his palm is a little cold: "I'm sorry?"

"Shouldn't take you to that street to play."

She shouldn't be allowed to see darkness.

However, there is no pure land in Vigalanka, and such a thing may happen on any piece of land in Vigalanka, and it is inevitable.

Jing Zhao looked out the window: "I don't like Vigaranka."

It has the most suitable climate, the best terrain, a large area of ​​fertile black soil, rich mines, a political advantage that does not matter, and a group of evil spirits who are addicted to money.

Jing Zhao was born on this land.

Shang Lingling hugged him: "Don't be sad, you have worked hard to change the fate of many people."

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　　May the world be pure land.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)