Songjiang, in the Grand Palace Entertainment City.

Yuan Hua sat on the office chair, his palms loosened the neat collar, and his eyes were dull and touched his trouser pocket again.

"Old Yuan, has something happened to Fengbei?" Bald man asked, standing next to his desk.

Yuan Hua buried his face in his hands and rubbed his face hard before he said hoarsely: "Smoke, give me a cigarette."

The bald man was stunned when he looked at Yuan Hua, lowered his head and took out the cigarette box.

Yuan Hua put the cigarette on his mouth with trembling palms, lowered his head and touched his pants pocket and said, "Fire."

The bald man frowned and took out the electronic lighter, and couldn't help asking: "What the hell is wrong?"

"Bang!"

Yuan Hua suddenly stood up, punched the table, threw away the cigarette roll with a pale face and said, "...Xing...Xing Zihao lost it, in the opposite hand."

The bald man was stunned when he heard the sound.

Yuan Hua closed his eyes and gasped, and immediately ordered: "Reserve tickets and go to Fengbei."

"Okay." The bald man was also a little panicked, turned around and shouted, "Come in. Oh, yes, David, come in."

Two minutes later, seven or eight people walked quickly to the outdoors. When they arrived at the hall, Yuan Hua suddenly turned around and explained: "By the way, call me Xiao Ke, and then call other people who can do things to go there together."

"Okay." The bald nodded again.

...

In the early morning, Yuan Hua led seven or eight people to Fengbei Longxing Company.

As soon as everyone arrived at the hall, Fatty Xing, the helmsman of Long Xing, also rushed from outside the door.

"Oh, Mr. Xing," Yuan Hua quickly walked over, half-bent his palm stretched out: "I really didn't expect this to happen."

"Haha." Fatty Xing smiled, holding Yuan Hua's palm with a kind face and said, "It's just a few gangsters on the ground, a small problem."

"We will try our best to save it, and I will do it myself. Our old Yuan promises that Zihao will definitely go home safely." Yuan Hua immediately added.

"Go upstairs to chat, go upstairs to chat." Fatty Xing, who was sluggish in his body, explained to his followers: "First settle the people from Lao Yuan's company, and let Pete have a meal with everyone later."

"Okay." The follower nodded.

"Haha." Fatty Xing smiled again and reached out to pat Old Yuan on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, you have been in Songjiang for so long, what kind of wind and waves have you seen? Relax, go upstairs and I'll treat you to tea."

Yuan Hua turned his head and explained, "You can settle down with Secretary Xing."

"good."

"knew."

“…!”

Yuan Ke, Tu Zi and others nodded one after another.

"Let's go." Fatty Xing walked in front and greeted him.

Yuan Hua immediately followed.

A few dozen seconds later, Fatty Xing led two company vice presidents and Yuan Hua to the elevator.

The door slowly closed, Yuan Hua turned around and looked at Fatty Xing, and said apologetically: "Mr. Xing, I am responsible for this..."

"Bang!"

Fatty Xing raised his hand and slapped Yuan Hua's face, and asked gloomy eyes: "I'll make you rich, you'll let me lose my son, right?"

Yuan Hua was stunned for a long time before his neck stiffened and raised his head: "Your child will definitely not have any trouble."

Fatty Xing took off his golden glasses, lowered his head and wiped the mist on it, and cursed hoarsely: "I believed your 100% mouth, but now I've lost my son."

Yuan Hua was silent.

A few minutes later, everyone took the elevator to the top floor. Fatty Xing led everyone into his lounge.

...

"How is it, has Lao Li contacted me?" Uncle Ma asked anxiously.

Qin Yu shook his head and responded with a bad look: "The news of Xing Zihao's accident may have been circulated back to Songjiang."
Chapter completed!