Updated: 2013-02-14

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Office of Zhengyi Finance Co., Ltd.

There is a thick crimson desk with a desktop computer and two phones on the table. There are two chairs opposite the boss, a row of sofas and a coffee table. This is the decoration of this office, everything is very simple.

At this time, the office was brightly lit, and sitting on the boss's chair was a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, a black suit, and dressed as a successful person.

Maybe I'm used to living a good life, I look a little fat, have a double chin, a thick and large gold chain hanging on my neck, and the buttons of the shirt are still open. There seems to be a blue dragon tattoo on it. It feels a bit inappropriate.

He sat there steadily, looking at Shen Tubao standing in front of the office desk expressionlessly, with a solemn and majestic attitude.

There were two men who looked like door gods standing next to the middle-aged man. He was strong and had a expressionless face, but there seemed to be a bulging weapon on his waist, and his murderous aura was stern.

There were three or four men in the room, very strong. They sat on the row of sofas with a big golden sword, crossing their legs, picking a toothpick, holding a cigarette, or closing their eyes to rest, which was very comfortable.

Outside the office door, there were two guards standing, with solemn expressions, with seven or eight people inside and outside, as if they wanted to protect the place like an iron bucket.

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing here? Are you going to borrow money?" After a long time, the middle-aged man sitting on the boss's chair asked slowly.

"No, Brother Dog, I'm here to deliver money." Shen Tubao looked at the surrounding environment and felt very depressed. He swallowed his saliva and said carefully.

"Send money?" The man called Dog Brother chuckled.

"That's right." Shen Tubao nodded with certainty, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "As long as Brother Dog can help me with one thing, all my property will be yours."

The middle-aged man could not refuse and said, "Mr. Shen, I think you have made a mistake. We are a financial company here and do serious business, not some messy things."

Hearing this, Shen Tubao's face slowly turned cold. He sneered and said, "Mad Dog, don't think that you can bleach it by opening a company. Who doesn't know which onion you are in the whole county? Your uncle's, since you want to be a bitch, don't set up a archway. I have eaten more salt than you have ever drunk."

A man sitting on the sofa stood up, pointed at Shen Tubao's nose, and shouted and cursed: "You are paralyzed, what kind of onion are you? Where does so much nonsense come from? Don't you want to live anymore, don't you? You old guy, do you want me to send you to see your grandpa immediately? What Brother Dog wants to do? Do you have to care?"

"That's right, just go there, the old guy thinks he's long-lasting, so he digs a hole and burys himself. Don't come out and show his shame." Several grandchildren next to him also drank.

The mad dog glanced at Shen Tubao, with a hint of contempt and disdain flashing in his eyes, and snorted coldly, without answering.

"Hahahaha..." Shen Tubao laughed, laughing loudly, and laughed wildly.

After a long time, the people around him were quiet, he stopped laughing, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Mad Dog, since I'm here, I'm not afraid of you using any tricks. Others are afraid of you, I'm not afraid!"

The mad dog's eyes narrowed, and he held the handle on the chair tightly. The blue veins swelled up, and his eyes were fixed on Shen Tubao. Seeing this, his subordinates also tensed up, as if they were waiting for the mad dog's order and immediately took action.

Shen Tubao completely ignored the mad dog's actions and said to himself: "I have worked hard in the county for decades. Although I can't say I am rich and powerful, I have a small savings, including houses, bank deposits, stores, stocks, etc., which add up to five or six million."

"You said, if I use this money to issue a chasing order for the world, a 6 million bonus, specifically killing your mad dog, do you think you will live a life of tomorrow? Mad dog!"

Hearing this sentence, the mad dog's pupils shrank suddenly, his body trembled, and he didn't say anything, but his clenched fist relaxed.

Six million? Not to mention six million, even if it is six million, there will be a lot of desperate criminals rushing to kill his mad dog. Sometimes human lives are so worthless.

Although his Mad Dog claims to have thousands of thugs in the county, it is just a phantom number. Except for some of the scattered students, some students who have learned bad things and the real core thugs, there are one or two hundred.

And there are only a dozen bodyguards who often surround him and protect him, which means that if there are professional killers who are determined to kill him, a bullet will be enough.

What's more, if there was the temptation of a six million yuan bloom, he really couldn't guarantee whether anyone would be moved by his subordinates and chose to kill him for the sake of this money.

The two bodyguards standing next to the mad dog took a breath when they heard this. That was six million! Their monthly salary was only 10,000 yuan.

I usually eat, drink, and shop, and leave my family living expenses. The money I saved in a year is already very frugal if I have 50,000 or 60,000 yuan.

In other words, this money will take at least one hundred years to accumulate. Once they have this money, they will have a lifetime of wealth.

Thinking of this, their eyes shrank involuntarily, and they were thinking in their hearts: As long as they kill someone, they can have so much money. Will they do it?

The four men sitting on the sofa did not dare to continue clamoring. If this old man really issued this hunting order, needless to say, his big mad dog would definitely be dead.

If their boss dies, their fate may not be very good.

"You're not afraid, I'll kill you here." The mad dog licked his dry lips and looked at Shen Tu Bao with bloody eyes.

"Hehe, try it. I have already arranged it before I come." Shen Tubao didn't care at all. "I don't want to live anymore anyway. It seems that it's good to drag one or two people to take the cusp."

The mad dog's tone was suffocated, Damn, this damn old madman, why is I so unlucky?!

The so-called arrogant one is afraid of life. This old man is not afraid of death at all because of his life. His so-called methods are not universal. If he is a little tougher, he will definitely suffer.

In short, you can't reason with the madman.

"Haha, Lao Shen, I was just joking. Don't care. If you have anything to do, just say it. I can do it as much as possible. I will try to help you." Thinking of this, the mad dog had to show an amiable smile. Damn, please comfort this old guy first, and you can't let this old guy get angry here.

Although his nickname is a mad dog, it does not mean that he is a fool. If he exchanges his life for a madman, that is an act that only a fool will do. He has a lot of wonderful time to enjoy.

After hearing this, Shen Tubao said in a deep voice: "Brother Dog, I only need you to do one thing for me, then all the money is yours, and I will not continue to make things difficult for you again."

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