He Has a Dragon

More than twenty minutes later, with great care, all the large and small boxes containing valuable treasures in Wang Le's car were finally moved to the car brought by Huang Guoliang. Ш Ш Ш ЫЁ

In the open-air parking lot in front of the club, people like Wang Le were sweating profusely under the scorching afternoon sun.

Young Master Wang was a little better. After all, he had come through hard times and was enjoying the sun. Although he was sweating heavily, he was fine.

However, Mu Xihu and Huang Guoliang were two people who were always spoiled and worked in air-conditioned rooms.

In addition to being soaked in the sun, he was also dizzy and dizzy.

When they finally finished moving everything, Huang Guoliang and Mu Xihu rushed towards the club without even looking back. They didn't even say hello to Wang Le.

Seeing this, Wang Le could only shake his head speechlessly, and then followed him into the club.

"Brother Jia has a good physique. After being in the sun for so long, his face is not red and he is out of breath. At most, he sweats a little. I can't do it. I have been having dinner every day for many years, and now my body is consumed by tobacco and alcohol. It was empty. After standing under the sun for a while, my whole body started to feel top-heavy. It was really painful!"

When Wang Le just walked into the door of the club, Huang Guoliang, who was sitting on the sofa in the lobby and enjoying the cool air from the air conditioner, shook his head and sighed.

At this time, Wang Le's lips curled up slightly unconsciously, he rolled his eyes secretly, and thought angrily: "Will you die if you don't flatter me?!"

Of course, this is just what Wang Le thinks about in his mind, and he will not put it into words at all, so as not to ruin the friendship. After all, this kind of flattery is not elegant.

Besides, this is just an instinct for Huang Guoliang, who is a member of the officialdom. Well, it won't feel good if he doesn't flatter him.

If Huang Guoliang knew what Mr. Wang was thinking, he would roll his eyes in the same way, and then said angrily: "If it were not you, but someone else, I, Huang Guoliang, wouldn't even be interested in taking a look, let alone flattering without shame. !”

At this time, Mu Xihu, who was standing next to the central air conditioner in the hall, turned and walked to Wang Le and said: "Brother Jia, today is the first day of business after we acquired Club No. 1993, so in the evening There will be a banquet, and as the master, you must attend, but you must not run away."

Wang Le didn't think much, nodded and agreed, and then asked, "Will your sister come over tonight?"

Mu Xihu smiled and replied: "Of course I will come,

No matter what, she had to support Private Club No. 1993. Otherwise, it would be unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally. "

Wang Le nodded, then looked at Huang Guoliang, who was sitting on the sofa, and invited: "Brother Liang, there is a banquet here tonight. After get off work, you must come and have a look."

Huang Guoliang happily promised: "Okay, I will come over after the boss gets off work in the evening, but this time is not very punctual, so please bear with me then."

Immediately, Mu Xihu snapped his fingers, summoned the lobby manager, and gave him soft instructions.

Within a few minutes, the lobby manager handed Mu Xihu a black plastic card the size of a bank card with a gold edge.

"Brother Liang, this is a limited edition supreme membership card. You can bring your friends to play when you have nothing to do in the future."

Mu Xihu walked to the sofa, handed the card into Huang Guoliang's hand, and said with a smile.

At this time, Wang Le smiled slightly and said: "We are all family members. From now on, Brother Liang will treat this number 1993 as his own. He can come in and out as he pleases, and he can also protect his wife very well."

After a pause, Wang Le said meaningfully: "After all, it is not easy to make a living in any industry these days, not to mention that Brother Liang is still engaged in such a high-risk job. Whenever something goes wrong, he will suffer from depression. He will either jump off the building or stab him with a knife. A high-risk industry for committing suicide!”

"Uh!" Huang Guoliang stiffened at first, then laughed, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded silently, put the card in his hand into his pocket, and then stood up.

"It's getting late, and I have to go back and report the handover to the boss quickly, so I'm going to say goodbye first, and let's have a good drink at the banquet in the evening!" Huang Guoliang said to Wang Le and Mu Xihu with a smile.

Wang Le didn't try to hold him back, he simply said a few words of farewell, shook hands, and then, together with Mu Xihu, sent Huang Guoliang out of the club and watched him get into the car and leave.

It wasn't until Huang Guoliang's car left their sight that Wang Le and Mu Xihu stopped looking.

When the two returned to Wang Le's office again, Mu Xihu finally couldn't help but opened his mouth and asked: "Brother-in-law, I really don't understand, what do you think of the things you dug out from Genghis Khan's tomb at the risk of your life?" Just hand it over?"

Immediately, without waiting for Wang Le's reply, Mu Xihu continued with a puzzled look on his face: "If it were me, I wouldn't hand over these treasures to you even if I were beaten to death!"

At this time, Wang Le was seen sitting in the leather boss chair behind the desk. He touched his nose first, and then responded with helplessness: "You think I think it's because of the forced oppression of my adoptive father?" Don’t turn it in!”

"Uh!" Mu Xihu was immediately speechless, because Boss Xiao was not someone from a wealthy family like him who could discuss and evaluate at will.

As his mind wandered, Mu Xihu couldn't help but said to Wang Le with a somewhat tentative tone: "Brother-in-law, you would be really stupid if you didn't leave some good things behind."

Wang Le, who was sitting in the black leather chair, glanced at Mu Xihu with a half-smile, and then asked, "Didn't you just say that my brother-in-law is of high moral character? Then do you think that my brother-in-law will withhold the treasure and refuse to hand it over?" Go up?"

"Uh!" Mu Xihu scratched his head, and then said with a smile: "I was just joking. In my eyes, although my brother-in-law is of high moral character, it is natural for him to withhold the best treasures and not hand them over. .”

Then Mu Xihu changed the topic and did not continue to dwell on this issue. Instead, he walked around the desk, walked to Wang Le, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, I have heard from my sister about your visit to Genghis Khan's mausoleum. , is it really that evil there?”

Wang Le, who was sitting in the chair, raised his head, glanced at Mu Xihu who was standing next to him, and then asked: "Whether it's evil or not, you'll know when you go in. Do you dare to go in?"

Mu Xihu shook his head without thinking, shaking it like a rattle to show that he did not dare.

"Brother-in-law, you are kidding me! In that place, with your great skills, you always turn around and run away, let alone me," Mu Xihu said with a smile.

Wang Le touched his stiff face and fell into deep thought.