The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 202 Safe House Restart Plan

Before falling asleep, Wen Zhong tried to use the spirit of the ghost pupil to counterbalance the spirit of the scorched black ghost. He didn't know if he could succeed, but at least he had to give it a try.

Looking at him now, he has recovered very successfully. After all, the spirit of the scorched black ghost is just a fragment, and it is not enough to face the ghost pupil.

It's just that when he woke up and looked at the safe house that was completely blown up in half, his mood was like riding a roller coaster, going up and down for a long time and couldn't calm down.

"Who can tell me what happened here." Wen Zhong asked hoarsely, "Why did I just sleep and this safe house was blown up?"

A group of people in the living room looked at each other, and in the end Huang Keshang came out holding Huang Gongming by the ear.

"Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry, it was Huang Gongming who was doing some scientific experiments again, and it turned out that he, he... oh..." An old father sighed that he hated iron for being weak.

"Another new invention?" Wen Zhong said with a half-smile, "Old Huang, what did you invent this time that can blow up a safe house built with gold materials?"

It's strange to say that the explosion only affected the safe house, and the people living in it were unscathed. On the contrary, it was Dr. Wang who lived next door who was unlucky.

He was having breakfast at the time, but he was so frightened by the sudden explosion that he almost swallowed his chopsticks.

Huang Gongming, who was pretending to be dizzy, heard that Zhong didn't seem to blame himself, and immediately arched his body and cried: "Old Wen, you really blamed me this time, this is all Ochiai's trick!"

Wen Zhong's eyes moved to Ochiai's body again, and the other party's expression was indifferent, with a clear conscience.

And when he saw that Wen Zhong turned his gaze over, he didn't shy away from anything, and just looked directly at Wen Zhong.

"Professor Ochiai, I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you had already left." The two were looking at each other, and Wen Zhong suddenly asked.

Ochiai said: "Well, I still have work to do here, and I won't leave until the action report is issued. I don't think you will mind."

"You actually think I don't mind?"

Wen Zhong said with a half-smile: "The work you mentioned should not include blowing up my safe house, right? What have you taught Huang Gongming, and you want to express your dissatisfaction with me by teaching him?"

Ochiai stopped talking, but Huang Gongming was also scratching his head in embarrassment at the moment, which made Huang Keshang's face full of helplessness, and he even began to suspect that there might be something wrong with the education he arranged for Huang Gongming.

Suddenly, outside the door, no, now the door has been blown away, Wen Zhong heard the sound of brakes on the side of the road, and then he saw several brand new business cars parked on the side of the road.

"Here we are, young master."

Suddenly, an old man in a classic suit came from nowhere, and walked slowly to one of the business cars, and as the door opened, he saw an old man in a long jacket who looked like a man from the Republic of China period. The teacher's man got out of the car.

"Old Huang, isn't this the Golden Pavilion where Xiongtai Wen lives? Hehe, it's quite different." The young man looked at the bombed-out dilapidated safe house, but he was full of praise.

"The young master has a good eye, but it's just hard work, miss. Living in this kind of place will inevitably expose you to the wind and the sun." The old man said.

And behind them were seven or eight bodyguards in uniform, protecting the old, the young, and the young at every step.

"Combination of Chinese and Western, which song is this?" Huang Gongming was a little dumbfounded seeing this scene.

What kind of weird combination is this?

This young man is definitely of the male style of the Republic of China, but the old man who serves beside him is walking in a Western style. Looking at the burly men around him, Huang Gongming instantly felt a strong Syrian style.

Xiao Ye, who had been hiding behind Du Baige all this time, poked her head out at this moment, and when she saw the young man dressed as a teacher, her timid eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

"Father!" Xiao Xiaoye waved at the man.

"Oh, Xiaoye, I really miss my father, how are you doing here?" The young man's eyes lit up when he saw Xiaoye, and the expression on his face softened.

Just as he was about to walk into the safe house to hug Xiao Ye, Wen Zhong suddenly stepped forward to stop her.

"Are you the third generation of the Ye family?"

"I'm rude, I'm sorry, Xiaosheng Bucai is the third generation of the Ye family, and so is Ye Zhengyong." Ye Zhengyong said with a smile.

Wen Zhong said: "Are you here to pick Xiao Xiaoye home? You came here in such a hurry not long after the supernatural incident ended. I'm afraid you're not just here to pick up children."

The three generations of the Ye family in front of him said they were suspicious, and they were indeed suspicious, so he had to be on guard.

"Naturally." Ye Zhengyong said with a smile: "Getting Xiao Xiaoye is naturally the top priority, but meeting Your Excellency is also the purpose of my coming here this time."

"Well, you really should personally escort the ten tons of gold." Wen Zhong nodded and said.

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Ye Zhengyong's face froze instantly, and he quickly took a step back, then he turned his head stiffly and asked Huang Shan: "Old Huang, what did Brother Wen say? You come and translate for me."

"Master, have you forgotten that Master Zhenghong once asked Master Wen Zhong to protect Miss Xiaoye in exchange for ten tons of gold?" Huang Shan, dressed as a housekeeper, immediately stepped forward and said.

"Yes, yes, there is such a thing." Ye Zhengyong forced a smile, and then he took out a special phone with a pale face, and walked aside, not knowing who he was contacting.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong couldn't help frowning. This Ye Zhengyong is like the patriarch of a big family, but judging by his behavior, he feels a little confused.

Seemingly seeing Wen Zhong's doubts, Huang Shan stepped forward and whispered: "Master Wen Zhong, don't be surprised, my young master has such a temper, and his face changes when talking about money, but what we Mrs. Ye said is like poured water. Will not backtrack."

Wen Zhong nodded, he was not afraid of the opponent playing tricks at all.

After a while, Ye Zhengyong walked over with an ugly face, and seeing Xiao Xiaoye looking at him worriedly, he could only force an ugly smile.

"Brother Wen laughed at me. I can't get rid of the bad habits I have had for many years. I have already ordered someone to drive the things over, and they will definitely be delivered within half an hour."

Wen Zhong said: "Everyone has their own little hobbies, I can understand, but can you not call me a bra, it sounds abnormal, just call me by my name."

(End of this chapter)