District 9

In the office of the assistant general manager of Longxing Pharmaceutical Company Building in Fengbei, a young man with a three-quarter hair comb, fair skin, and a handsome face was staring at the computer, carefully revising a report on remodeling the drug production line.

There was a knock on the door, and the young man raised his head and shouted: "Come in."

The door opened, and a beautiful secretary with a dignified face reminded with a smile: "Mr. Xing, the president and manager are back and have gone to the small conference room on the top floor."

"You're back?" The young man was stunned for a moment, then he immediately stood up and said, "Quickly, help me print out the report. I'll go into the house and change clothes."

"Okay." The secretary nodded.

The young man pushed away the office chair eagerly and trotted into the rest room to change clothes.

He is the third son of Longxing Drug, his name is Xing Zihao. He is 24 years old and has just graduated from an aristocratic university in District 7. He is currently working as an assistant to the general manager of the family company, and this Longxing company is Yuan Hua's largest company in Fengbei. relation.

…

About twenty minutes later, Xing Zihao changed his valuable white suit into ordinary work clothes in the company, and then put on a more rigid tie. Then he asked his secretary, "How does it look?"

"It's pretty good." The secretary covered her mouth and smiled: "It just looks too low-key, not like your style."

"The old man is doing this." Xing Zihao grinned and reached out to pick up the printed report on the table: "You book a better Western restaurant, and I may take the old man there later."

"I know." The secretary nodded again.

After Xing Zihao finished his explanation, he strode out of the office with the report in his hand.

A small conference room on the top floor of the building.

A well-looking middle-aged man sat on the sofa, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. Then he waved his hand to a dozen executives and said, "Call Peter to come in. You can go out first. There will be a meeting tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Xing."

Everyone bowed and nodded in unison, each took the reports and documents that had been prepared for a long time, and quickly turned and left.

About five minutes later, as soon as a foreigner in leather clothes entered the room and sat down, Xing Zihao opened the door and walked in, shouting with a cheerful face: "Dad, second brother, Director Pete."

Mr. Xing raised his head and glanced at his third son, then nodded slightly and asked, "Are you still in the company?"

Xing Zihao nodded and smiled: "There have been a lot of things lately, so I'll work overtime."

Mr. Xing put his palms in his hands and joked softly: "Don't work overtime just because you heard that I was coming back."

"Dad, can you please stop tearing me down?" Xing Zihao scratched his head shyly.

"Are you okay?" The second son of the Xing family sitting on the left asked softly.

"Ah, something happened." Xing Zihao heard the sound and handed the report to his father. He sat on the sofa and said, "I often go to the workshop recently and observed the production line. I found that our company's equipment is old, resulting in manpower The cost is huge, so….”

Mr. Xing picked up the report, glanced down at the cover title and replied: "I have considered equipment replacement. Okay, I'll take a look back."

"Dad, I have been working on this equipment report for a long time. I have also conducted research and even contacted several companies that provide equipment..." Xing Zihao opened his mouth to elaborate.

Mr. Xing put down the report, looked up at the foreigner and asked, "Peter, has Zirong mentioned the equipment replacement in the second factory area to you?"

"Excuse me, the report he gave was perfect," the foreigner said with a thumbs up: "It's like it was made by God."

Xing Zihao was stunned when he heard the sound.

"Haha." Mr. Xing smiled, pointed at his third son and said, "You and your eldest brother thought of going together. Okay, leave the report here, I'll take a look at it later."

"Ah!" Xing Zihao held it in for a long time before he nodded with a flushed face.

"You go out first, let's talk about something." Mr. Xing greeted softly.

Xing Zihao slowly stood up and asked with a smile: "Dad, how about having dinner together tonight?"

Mr. Xing thought about it for a long time, then looked down at his watch and said, "No, the three of us will take a bath and eat whatever we want later."

"Okay," Xing Zihao said, still smiling, "then you guys get busy first."

"Yes." Mr. Xing nodded, turned and looked at his second son: "Continue following the idea just now, the new potion..."

Xing Zihao glanced at the three of them and turned to leave. At this moment, the smile on his face had been replaced by a sinister expression.

At the door, the secretary who had been waiting for a long time saw Xing Zihao coming out and immediately asked with a smile: "Have you handed in the report? Is the boss happy?"

Xing Zihao suddenly turned his head and asked with red eyes: "Is this a problem you should worry about?"

The secretary immediately shut up.

…

Two hours later.

In a high-end apartment building in Fengbei, Xing Zihao took the original solution of neurological drugs produced by his own drug company, lowered his head and pierced his arm with a syringe.

"Well……!"

Xing Zihao closed his eyes, breathing into his chest with trembling arms.

A few seconds later, he lay on the sofa with a thud, twitching all over.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened, and a young and beautiful girl walked in with a lot of things in her hand and said, "Oh, husband, I'm so sorry, I just sent my mother back to the hospital..." .”

Xing Zihao looked at the girl with dull eyes and suddenly grinned: "It's okay, come here."

When the girl heard the sound, she immediately put down her things, put on her slippers and trotted over. She grabbed Xing Zihao's arm and asked, "Have you eaten, baby?"

Xing Zihao put his arms around the girl's neck and suddenly asked: "I took a shower just now and saw a disposable razor for men in the trash can. Whose razor does it belong to?"

The girl was stunned: "It's my dad's, he lived here with my mom yesterday."

"I called you last night, why didn't you answer?" Xing Zihao gently pinched the girl's neck and asked, "You lied to me?"

"I don't……."

"Who the hell are you, asking me to wait for an hour and a half? Are you still bringing people home?!"

"My mother needs to see a doctor, so they came here. They really stayed here last night."

"Snapped!"

Xing Zihao pinched the girl's neck with his left hand, raised his right arm and punched her in the face: "Damn, you made me wait? Why did you make me wait, ah?!"

The girl's nostrils were bleeding from the beating, and she howled and pushed Xing Zihao: "Are you crazy? They really came last night. My phone is out of battery. If you don't believe me, call my dad."

"Pushing me? Being stubborn? You don't know your position clearly, do you?"

Xing Zihao was really going crazy, venting all his unhappiness on this girl, waving his fists like an animal.

The girl resisted at first, but after being hit hard on the head continuously, she was completely stunned. She could only instinctively protect her vital parts with her arms and let her fists fall like raindrops.

Xing Zihao beat him for a full seven or eight minutes before he felt a little exhausted. He took a big breath with empty eyes and sat on the ground covered in blood.

The girl's entire face was as swollen as a pig's head. After a long time of recovery, she cried and said, "My parents are really here... If you don't believe me, call them."

"I'll beat you!" Xing Zihao stood up unsteadily, his anger lessening slightly: "There is money in the bedside table, take it and get out."

"what do you mean?"

"I've done enough, let's find someone else to live in this house tomorrow." Xing Zihao picked up his pink coat and left.

…

downstairs.

As soon as Xing Zihao got into the car, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Xing, I am Songjiang Yongdong."

"I have something to say." Xing Zihao lowered his head and took out the cigarette case, responding in a lukewarm voice.

"A very important person has escaped here in Songjiang, and he may have gone to Fengbei." Yongdong responded politely: "Mr. Yuan means to let me go, please help."

"Call me when you're here." Xing Zihao replied and hung up the phone.

…

Songjiang.

Yongdong sat in the car, frowned and asked the co-pilot's attendant: "Are you sure he went to Fengbei?"

"I can't be particularly sure." The follower responded cautiously: "I asked some acquaintances around Xiaoqu and found out that he has a friend in Fengbei who has a very good relationship. He definitely can't stay in Songjiang now, so it's very big Maybe he ran to Fengbei."

Yongdong thought about it for a long time: "You continue to inquire, let's go to Fengbei first."

"Okay." The attendant nodded.

…

At around 10 o'clock in the night, Qin Yu, Lao Mao, and Guan Qi walked out of Fengbei Station.