Has the little cannon fodder become the richest man today?

Chapter 3

Shen Xiaoya stood in the corridor, staring ferociously at the closed door of 1809 where He Qingtian was.

She tried her best to use the brainless Shen Xingchen to prescribe medicine to Mr. He, prepared an old man for her, and went to act as the antidote for Mr. He herself.

She even arranged the follow-up, and she took the initiative to mention that nothing happened tomorrow morning to increase her favorability.

Then, she used the rap she arranged for Shen Xingchen, took a video, and exposed it on the Internet. She and He will always be discovered by "enthusiastic netizens".

Under the public opinion, Mr. He must be responsible to her, and she can be "forced" to accept it.

The perfect plan she had carefully planned for a long time was ruined by Shen Xingchen, a brain-dead person. If she hadn't said that she was too nervous and delayed to delay the time, she would not have been a step late and ruined her carefully laid out plan!
Unwilling, Shen Xiaoya opened 1807, her plan changed, she had to think about the next step.

"Who……"

It was too late when he realized that there was someone behind him, the back of his neck hurt, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

Shen Xingchen left the unconscious Shen Xiaoya beside the old man, opened the small refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice mineral water, and poured it on the old man's face expressionlessly.

The kick she just kicked the old pervert was equivalent to helping him get started with the Sunflower Book. Although she couldn't really do anything to Shen Xiaoya, it was more than enough for her to understand what it means to be a victim.

After waking her up, Shen Xingchen followed the water pipe from the third floor to the first floor, avoiding the paparazzi that Shen Xiaoya arranged for her to squat at the hotel entrance.

Under the cover of night, he got into an intricate and deep alley behind the hotel, and randomly chose a fork to walk in.

At the same time a Maybach sped past her and into the hotel's special parking lot.

Before the car stopped, Jiang Yan hurriedly staggered out of the car.My mind is full of death, he is dead, and he is 2 minutes late.

After getting off the car, Jiang Yan walked forward quickly, his steps were big but light.

He quickly stopped outside a slightly closed door, raised his hand and gently pushed the door open, bent down and said respectfully in a low voice, "Mr. Huo."

Without the suffocating oppressive feeling of being in the same space with Mr. Huo, Jiang Yan quickly raised his head and looked at the small empty space. Huo Lingfeng was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Huo?"

Jiang Yan searched around Area A with a pale face and found no one, then tremblingly took out his mobile phone, found a number and dialed it.

The conference room on the 67th floor of Linfeng Group.

A dozen or so men who would be honored as Mr. Soum when they went out were sitting in two rows at this time, with a man wearing glasses and always keeping a smile on his lips sitting in the first place.

He is Ou Lie, executive director of Linfeng Group.

Linfeng Group opened up the domestic market with a strong attitude a year ago and appeared in the eyes of everyone. It took only one year to become a feared existence in the shopping malls, and the word Ou Lie has also become an existence that business leaders fear. .

All present were people who had seen Ou Lie's tricks, the gentler he smiled, the harder he struck, and everyone sat upright because of his smile, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

In the huge conference room, the only sound left was the sound of Ou Lie flipping through the acquisition case in front of him. Every second passed, everyone felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

Until, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and everyone saw that Ou Lie, who was on the top of the mountain in the shopping mall and his face remained unchanged, changed his expression instantly after answering the phone, and jumped out of the door in a gaffe.

When the door closed behind him, he lowered his voice and said harshly: "What do you mean Mr. Huo is missing?"

"Jiang Yan, wait until all of us have arrived at the Underworld, and then explain why you are two minutes late in front of Emperor Fengdu."

Ou Lie's voice didn't have a trace of warmth, and he cut off the phone immediately, and walked quickly to the car with a cold face.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of uncontrollable things Mr. Huo, who was mentally unstable, would do in such bad weather?
(End of this chapter)