He Has a Dragon

Watching Mu Xiyan get off the car and enter the corridor, Wang Le started the car and left the community to drive back.

After returning home, Wang Le took out the leftover ingredients from the refrigerator and copied two dishes, then cooked some rice, and hastily passed the stomach that hadn’t eaten at night. After a simple wash, Wang Le lay down on the bed I have no intention of practicing as usual.

"It seems that we need to use the old method to find Xiao Luo. I hope he is still in Feicheng." After pondering for a long time, Wang Le made a secret decision in his heart. It has been a week since the murder case, and Wang Le can only do so.

Nothing to say all night, Wang Le rushed to the company early the next morning, sat in the office and turned on the computer, using drawing software, to create a picture of a crown placed on an Eight Immortals chair, a very simple black and white sketch, no more Add any modifications.

Looking at the pictures and portraits on the computer, Wang Le felt the ups and downs in his heart. This was a symbol of his status in the military career. It was a unique internal symbol of the army poured with the blood and bones of countless enemies. It represented invincibility. Representing the reaper of life, Emperor Zuo!

Wang Le used the name Emperor Throne, and in just two years, he swept across the world where only life and death existed like a comet, killing the enemies so that they were terrified, and blood flowed everywhere they passed. Bleeding and drifting!

Emperor Zuo is the god of death in that world. In front of him, no matter how powerful life is, it is like a grass chicken, wiped out, and killed to scum. During those two magnificent years, he appeared in six war-torn areas in Africa and the Middle East. The leaders there who did not conform to the interests of the country, no matter where they hid and how many troops they protected, were all successfully assassinated by him.

The western powers hated him deeply, wanted to kill him and then quickly dispatched countless soldiers in the army, but the result was that they never returned. The throne was always invisible like a dragon, without any clues.

The crown and the wooden chair, the symbol of Wang Le's other side of humanity, cold and ruthless, this symbol can only be recognized by the people in that mysterious army, after he left, this symbol has been sealed in the dust of the past years, leaving only The glorious legend about the throne.

Wang Le put away some ups and downs of emotions, and silently used the printer to print this image mark on A4 paper.

At this time, all the people from the company had arrived, and everyone was not surprised that Wang Le came so early. They all knew that he always had a restless schedule. Money is so capricious.

When Yang Fang routinely made tea for Wang Le and brought it into the office, Wang Le said to her: "Look for the advertising department of Feicheng Zaobao, and help me upload the image on this paper. Remember to upload it for a week. The fee is from out of the company's account."

Yang Fang put the teacup on the desk, took the A4 paper from Wang Le's hand, and saw the sketches on the paper. Why did the 100,000 pictures occupy her mind? I don't know what Mr. Wang meant by this?

"President Wang, what are you doing?" Yang Fang asked suspiciously.

Wang Le waved his hand and replied with a smile: "Just do what I said."

At this time, Yang Fang realized that it was inappropriate for her to ask the boss so loudly, so she nodded quickly and obediently left the office to go to the somewhat inexplicable job assigned to her by President Wang.

Wang Le saw that he had already done what he had to do, and the next step was to try his luck to see if Xiao Luo had left Feicheng. Reading and reading newspapers was an old habit developed in the army, and Feicheng Morning Post was the newspaper with the largest circulation in Feicheng , if Xiao Luo was still in Feicheng, he would definitely see it.

Just when Wang Le put down his mind and prepared to work,

The fat man knocked on the door and walked in, jokingly said, "I said Coke, what are you so crazy about? You drew a broken chair and hat and published it in the Feicheng Morning Post, and it lasted for a week. What kind of day is this?" Come out, do you want the citizens of Feicheng to appreciate your rookie-level painting skills?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Le gave Fatty a supercilious look, and replied: "I am happy, I am happy."

The fat man was completely confused by this unscrupulous and unreasonable answer. Knowing that he would definitely not get an answer from this guy, he had no choice but to talk about serious matters, saying: "The manager Tian who ate together yesterday has already passed the message over there." That's right, let's go to Lisa Group together in the afternoon, when the vice president of the group responsible for the financial operation of Crowne Plaza will receive us in the office."

"That's a good thing. At that time, we must take down this Vice President Li, and then rely on Wu Liang's relationship, and we will get this list with a two-pronged approach." Wang Le said happily. Good news.

The fat man also looked excited, and said: "The order for Crowne Plaza is the first order for our Red Dragon Hotel Supplies Company to open. Only when it is done beautifully can it be considered a good start. No matter what method is used, it must be successful." !"

Fatty immediately told Wang Le about the working conditions of the other three male salesmen in the company these days. They are currently focusing on the star hotels that have been built and opened in Feicheng City and surrounding urban areas, and their main focus is the cleaning of the company's agents Supplies, such as cleaners for laundry rooms in star-rated hotels, hotel carpet cleaners and carpet marble cleaning machines.

Like Fatty, Wang Le is very satisfied with the current performance of these three male employees. As for the other two female employees, they are all doing administrative work and just need to complete what they should do.

In this way, Wang Le and Fatty left the company when it was lunch time. First, they randomly found a small roadside restaurant to fill their stomachs, and then they drove to a tea house next to Lisa Group. , Then go to Lisa Group to visit that Vice President Li.

When the two of them waited until half past two, seeing that it was already working time, they paid the bill and walked to the Lisa Building where the Lisa Group is located. Looking at this 20-storey building in the city center, the fat man sighed enviously: " I don’t know when we can also buy a building as the company’s exclusive office building?”

Wang Le smiled, patted the fat man's shoulder, and said: "Don't worry, as long as we work hard, there will be money, and there will be a building. It will not be a problem to build a 100-story building by then!"

The fat man looked at Wang Le like an idiot, and said: "There is no building with more than 100 floors in the entire Jiangnan Province. You are daydreaming!"

"It doesn't exist now, but it doesn't mean it won't exist in the future. If there isn't one in the future, let's build one ourselves!" Wang Le said with a laugh.

Fatty saw Wang Le's bear-like expression on his face, and put his hands on his forehead helplessly. He already felt that Wang Le's integrity had been lost and he could never get it back.

"Let's go, don't pose like a fool in front of the door." Wang Le joked with a smile.

The fat man gave Wang Le a dissatisfied look, and walked into the building first.