Chapter 492

Even an electronic sound processed by software.

However, Xiang Wentian could still hear a strong sense of disdain and contempt from his words.

That contempt is not out of ignorance.

Xiang Wentian wanted to refute, but when he thought of this incident, his role in it was the one who listened to orders. From beginning to end, others really despised him.

also.

He also has a deep understanding of the strength of electronic sound.

Such a large group of his own family can't get the qualification to bid, and he even got it. The crushing of this strength can't change the reality.

"Then I don't understand. Did you spend so much money just to suspend this little policeman? Isn't that necessary? " Xiang Wentian didn't give up. He tried to ask: "don't worry. Although Xiang Wentian is inferior to others in some aspects, there must be no problem in helping others. I'll keep my mouth shut."

yes.

This time he.

The anger has turned into a trace of expectation.

Anger is one of the manifestations of incompetence.

Anger doesn't solve anything.

So.

Xiang Wentian is looking forward to this mysterious man to help him again.

After all.

Although I have prepared a backhand, it is too risky.

He didn't want to use it until he had to. Once it was exposed, it would be over.

But.

If you can handle the land by hugging the mysterious man's thigh, why not?

So.

He chose accommodation.

He is willing to lick his face to be a dog driven by everyone.

"You have no right to ask so many questions, and you don't need what I'm going to do."

Unexpectedly, the electronic voice didn't give Xiang Wentian a chance at all. He said coldly, "haven't you found out yet? I just want to give you an opportunity. You don't have to seize it. Then you can only deal with the rest by yourself."

"I..."

What else did Xiang Wentian want to say, but there was a busy tone on the phone.

He bit his teeth and tried to dial the number again, but there was a hint that the other party had an empty number.

"Grass!"

Xiang Wentian angrily smashed his mobile phone on the ground. Looking at the traffic outside the landing window, he seemed to be more angry. Then he stretched out his hand and swept the whole desktop, which was in a mess.

doorway.

Just now, the masseuse stood at the door with a cup of soft drink. Looking at the scene, he was scared to stand in place, neither in nor out.

"Come in."

The gloomy eyes of Xiang Wentian swept the masseur.

To be exact.

It's the cheongsam that swept the masseuse's slit to the bottom of her thigh.

The masseur walked past with small steps.

Xiang Wentian roughly stretched out his hand to pull her over and directly pushed her down. The tray she was holding fell to the ground and soft drinks were scattered on the ground.

……

This way.

In the towering building.

After a man in a white shirt hung up the call with Xiang Wentian, he began to tidy up his collar, meticulously and seriously.

It'll take a while.

The man tidied up his clothes, reached out and lit a panda cigarette. He sat on the back sofa and looked out of the window. The smoke shrouded him.

"Zhong Tianzheng, Zhong Tianzheng, this time, I'll see how you get rid of this situation."

The man spits out the slender smoke line and grins: "on the one hand, it is a rich second generation who is about to enter the dead end and ready to take risks. On the other hand, it is a small policeman. I want to see what sparks can be wiped out."

The man smiled happily.

In my memory, the last time he was so happy, it was four years ago.

Since then, he has never been so happy as today.

Just like asking the sky.

Why did he spend so much effort to help Xiang Wentian obtain the bidding right of the land, and Xiang Wentian only needs to help him create Zhong Tianzheng's public opinion. This pay and return is obviously unequal.

Actually.

The man had already focused on Xiang Wentian. He knew the current situation of HUAFA group clearly. He also knew that the falling HUAFA group could not do chenglian group at all.

The man is only helping himself.

Zhong Tianzheng has a very good personal relationship with Zhao Han. Zhao Han will soon know about Xiang Wentian's operation of public opinion.

HUAFA group is dead.

If Zhao Han goes to ask Xiang Wentian again at this time, it will undoubtedly stimulate Xiang Wentian to a certain extent. When they pinch it up, Zhong Tianzheng will naturally get involved.

In the man's mind.

These scenes.

He has already written the script ahead of the budget.

The man just sat there, wrapped in cigarettes, pondering his script and revising it at any time.

At his feet.

The flashing neon lights set off each other.

Traffic flows through the streets.

this moment.

He.

It seems to be the master of this space.

Zhong Tianzheng, Xiang Wentian, Zhao Han and others in this space are like prey on the cobweb. Everything is under his control.

……

As the mysterious man guessed.

Zhao Han is here.

After she first informed her assistant, the assistant contacted the company's public relations team to investigate the matter.

Any field or team has its own circle.

Soon.

They got the news.

All these things are made by Xiang Wentian, who is pushed by the back. As for the reason, we don't know.

After the assistant learned about the situation, he told Zhao Han about it at the first time.

"Ask the sky, you have a big hand."

Zhao Han, with a pretty face covered with cold frost, whispered to the phone, "I didn't expect you to start with a policeman. Aren't you afraid of being dug out? I'm afraid it will have a great impact on your company? "

This way.

Just at the end, he pushed the masseur away from Wentian, motioned her to go out, lit a cigarette by himself, and said bluntly: "just know what you know. Our game has just begun."

"I..."

What did Zhao Han just want to say.

But I hung up over there.

"Hoo!"

Zhao Han looked at the interface on the laptop, quickly dialed the assistant's phone and ordered her to get up.

"A little widow, can NIMA turn the sky?"

Xiang Wentian dropped his spare mobile phone and sat on the bed holding his hair gloomily: "this land, no matter what, should belong to me. Since you are in a hurry to compete with me, don't blame me for being cruel. If the little widow becomes a lonely family, it should be a very interesting thing?"

That's it.

Xiang Wentian picked up his cell phone and made a call again.