Outside the Longhua Building, the wolf jeep slowly drove away.

He said silently: "Wolf Suit, Zhou Muchen entered the building just now."

Han Lang curled his lips: "He just wanted to curry favor with the old demon and humiliate himself."

He nodded silently and then said, "In addition, Lin Xiao from Wanjin Hall has changed the venue of the reception. The new venue is at the club of Wanjin Hall in Bincheng. Lin Xiao shouted that he would step onto Bincheng."

"Treading Bincheng? It's ridiculous." Han Lang smiled disdainfully.

At the same time, Wanjintang Hanjiang Branch and the President's Office.

The gray-haired Lin Xiao sat on the boss's chair and looked cold. In addition to him, there was another white-haired old man sitting on the sofa in his office, playing with a pair of iron gills made of steel in his hand.

"I have spent at least several hundred million in your Eagle Claw Sect over the years. This is how Master Song repays me?" Lin Xiao looked at the white-haired old man on the sofa with cold eyes.

The white-haired old man is the leader of the Eagle Claw Sect, Song He.

Song He trembled slightly on his face when he heard this, and said awkwardly: "President Lin calmed down. This time he was indeed a mistake. He didn't expect Han Lang to be so difficult to deal with..."

"snort!"

Lin Xiao slapped the table heavily and shouted: "I missed the inspection? You'll be done with just a word of missed inspection? Lin Hao is my only son! Didn't you say that your shitty junior brother can guarantee him to be foolproof? My son's head was cut off! Is this a foolproof?"

"President Lin calms down! calms down... I went to see our ancestor of the Eagle Claw Sect in person today. That waste Han Lang is definitely dead!" Song He hurriedly smiled.

"The ancestor of the Eagle Claw Sect?" Lin Xiao's eyes lit up and he asked, "It's the paradise who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains and is like a god? Is he really willing to come out?"

Song He regained his calmness and smiled slightly: "Of course my ancestors won't come out easily, but this time I invited my uncle Song Qingfeng!"

"Song Qingfeng?" Lin Xiao looked disappointed.

Song He smiled and said, "President Lin must not underestimate me, the uncle of my junior master. He is the grandson of our ancestors and is also recognized as a martial arts genius! He had no opponents in the Eagle Claw Sect at the age of fifteen, and he had all the cultivation level of his ancestors!"

"Better than Mr. Ghost Mansion?" Lin Xiao asked.

Song He laughed: "Mr. Ghost Mansion? It's just a liar who pretends to be a ghost! I dare to use my head to guarantee that as long as my uncle takes action, it's easier to pinch Han Lang to death than to kill an ant! But..."

Song He hesitated for a moment and said, "My uncle is so handsome. If the show is not big enough..."

"This is simple! Our Wanjintang has face!"

Lin Xiao smiled disdainfully and picked up the phone and said, "Contact the Wu family and Chen family in Bincheng immediately! Let the police car open the way at the Wanjintang party tomorrow! The army lined up! I want to be the biggest show in Bincheng's history!"

After putting down the phone, Lin Xiao glanced at Song He proudly and said, "Did you hear it? Even in Bincheng, my face is more than the sky! Is this kind of pomp and I satisfied your uncle?"

Song He nodded suddenly and said with a flattering smile: "Enough! That's enough! President Lin is worthy of being a dragon among the people. With such a big pomp, even if he is scared, he will scare Han Lang to death!"

...

In the evening, Xiangyun Real Estate.

As soon as Han Lang's car arrived, Zhou Muyun ran to the car like a cheerful little rabbit.

"So early to get off work today?" Han Lang got off the car and gave his wife a warm hug.

Zhou Muyun smiled sweetly and shook her head: "No! People know that you are coming soon, so they come down to wait for you!"

"wait for me?"

"Well! Ask your husband for help because you have something to do! Come with me!" Zhou Muyun smiled sly and pulled Han Lang into the office building.

A huge sand tray is placed in Zhou Muyun's general manager's office. The river water on the sand tray is clear and green, and various modern buildings are lined up in an orderly manner.

"This was sent by the old demon in the afternoon. The preliminary plan of the Qingheban project! What do you think?" Zhou Muyun smiled proudly at Han Lang like a treasure.

Han Lang looked at the sand table. Although it was a little rough, he had just obtained the land yesterday and made the sand table today. The old demon's efficiency was also very high.

"not bad."

Han Lang nodded, and suddenly looked at the open space where there was no architectural model placed on the edge of the sand table. The entire project was square, but there was a corner missing there, which seemed a little inconsistent.

"There is no plan for that land?" Han Lang asked.

Zhou Muyun smiled helplessly and said, "It's Wanjintang's club, which is not within the scope of our project. I heard that Wanjintang especially wants our land, and was originally planning to connect the two pieces of land into one... Forget this, I'll ask you for something else!"

Although he was a little regretful that the entire project was missing, Zhou Muyun was obviously satisfied now and pulled Han Lang to his desk.

The desk is covered with rice paper and the four treasures of the study are placed.

"Now you have seen the sand table, so let me ask my husband to name our project!" Zhou Muyun smiled, holding Han Lang's arm.

It turned out to be a name.

Han Lang smiled when he heard this and gently tapped his wife's forehead with his fingers: "Aren't you afraid that the name I gave me is too ugly?"

"No!" Zhou Muyun shook his head with great certainty and suddenly said emotionally: "My husband is the most important person in my life. I hope everything around me has your shadow! This project is a gift you gave me, and it must be given its name!"

Looking at his wife with clear and charming eyes, Han Lang couldn't help but possessed her and kissed her for a long time.

After a long time, Zhou Muyun left Han Lang's arms with a blushing face, picked up the brush and said, "It's getting dark, husband, please tell me your name, okay?"

Han Lang smiled and said, "I'll write it."

"Well... OK!" Zhou Muyun nodded obediently.

Zhou Muyun wanted to write because she had been immersed in calligraphy for many years and had already achieved the style of a common man in running script. However, since Han Lang wanted to write, she would not mind.

Han Lang dipped his brush in full of ink and smiled: "I haven't written for a long time."

Zhou Muyun smiled gently and didn't say anything. She knew that Han Lang had been in the army, and how many rough soldiers knew about this writing? But she would like Han Lang's things and appreciate them like treasures.

But the next moment, Zhou Muyun was stunned!

When Han Lang's pen fell on the white rice paper, Han Lang's temperament changed drastically! The flowing brushwork, the words that were like silver hooks and iron, and the demeanor that was as solid as a mountain and as a sea of ​​abyss!
Chapter completed!