Rebirth in the Urban World: I Am the Immortal King

"Ji Wufeng? Which Ji Wufeng? Could it be that you are..."

Yang Zisong was shocked. Nowadays, anyone in Yuzhou who has a little bit of exposure knows this name.

"Yes, I am the Ji Wufeng you think of."

"Uh, ah, Master Ji, what's the matter with you?"

Yang Zisong was so nervous that he almost couldn't hold the phone steady, and his legs were shaking a little. Damn it, why is it really this god of plague?

Ji Wufeng's reputation for evil was so well-known that he felt a little scared just thinking about it. Could he be looking for him to cause trouble for him, right?

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that my Tianfeng Building is not allowed to be built. I don't know why. Anyway, I am free now. Why don't we meet and chat?"

Holding the hung up phone, Yang Zisong was dumbfounded. Does Tianfeng Building belong to Ji Wufeng?

Recently, the Real Estate Association caught up with Xia Kun. There was a lot of joy in the box. Seeing Yang Zisong suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost, his face was full of strangeness and asked: "President Yang, what's going on?"

"It's over, Tianfeng Building belongs to Ji Wufeng." Yang Zisong collapsed on the ground.

This time, the box immediately felt like it was exploding. It was over, it was over. How could you have provoked this god of plague?

"President Yang, should we go or not."

The vice-president on the side asked worriedly, feeling frightened when he thought of the fate of those who went against Ji Wufeng.

"Go, why not go."

Yang Zisong said angrily: "But for the sake of the overall situation, Vice President, you can go on my behalf. I will take command here!"

Yang Zisong changed his tone and prepared to find someone as a scapegoat. He showed the vice president what he thought was the most cordial smile ever, but he didn't know that such a smile coupled with his face full of flesh, he looked like a butcher. Holding a butcher's knife and slowly approaching a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

At the same time, I secretly thought to myself that this guy has always been secretly trying to take my position, so it might be a good thing to get rid of him by the way.

"But the other party made it clear on the phone that they want to see you, President Yang, so it might not be good for me to go."

The vice-president has been the vice-president for so many years, and the methods involved can be imagined. How could he not know that Yang Zisong wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone.

Word has spread about what kind of tricks Ji Wufeng has. If he is taken into account, the consequences will be miserable, but it will definitely be a thousand times worse than offending the director.

At the same time, he felt like laughing in his heart. Yang Zisong's departure would be a disaster, not to mention how happy he was. Yang Zisong died, of course it was time for him to become a full-time deputy.

He had been waiting for this day for who knows how many years. When he thought of the years that had passed slowly, he felt like bursting into tears. He finally got through it.

As long as you sit as the president of the Real Estate Association, you will have the largest real estate resources in Yuzhou.

"Oh, why did I forget? My wife asked me to go home for soup today. You guys make a plan here and call me to let me know when it's done. I'll take the first step."

Immediately finding a reason to stop being rubbish, Yang Zisong planned to escape first. How could he not know what the vice president was thinking, and wanted to use him as cannon fodder? There was no way.

"President Yang...you can't leave."

The vice president hugged Yang Zisong's thigh and wiped his tears and snot on Yang Zisong's pants.

Not to mention how disgusting it is, it's as disgusting as it is. It's really hard for the vice-president, a man in his forties to do such an incredible thing.

If you look at it from an outsider, the current posture of the two people is really warm, like a pair of old glasses being warmed.

"what are you doing?"

Yang Zisong kept shaking his fat feet that could compete with pig's trotters, trying to get rid of this disgusting slug. He didn't expect this guy to be so greedy and afraid of death. Why didn't he see him when he was usually domineering? He was too soft.

"Uh, President Yang, Vice President, I'm going out first."

The group of real estate tycoons in the box did not want to participate in the fight between the two presidents, so they closed the door with a bang and allowed the two presidents to make trouble.

Yang Zisong's face turned livid and he asked in a deep voice: "Let me go or not?"

He kept pushing the vice president's head with his hands, trying to push this clinging guy away.

"If you don't let me go, I won't let you go unless you agree to go with me."

The vice president hugged the president's thigh tightly. He was determined today, even if he died, he would have someone to support him.

"If you don't let me go..."

The president knew that if he continued like this and someone broke into this scene, his reputation would be completely ruined. He was so anxious that he sought medical treatment. He picked up the ashtray on the table and yelled at the vice president's head. : "If you don't let me go, believe it or not, I will give you a shot on the spot?"

"Damn it, just open it. Anyway, we will die, but if we die together, we will die together. Don't want me to die alone."

Even though he usually fawns over Yang Zisong like a lapdog, but when it comes to life and death, even his own mother and I can't do it.

Seeing this, Yang Zisong knew that it was impossible to ask the vice president to cover the tank. Thinking about it carefully, if Ji Wufeng really caused trouble for him, it would be useless for him to ask anyone to cover it.

"Okay, let's go together."

"That's great. I know that President Yang understands justice. His movements were a bit too big just now. Did it reach his waist? Come on, let me rub it for you."

The vice president was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. He served Yang Zisong with tea and water and patted his back. He hoped that Yang Zisong would not hold a grudge, otherwise his life would be better in the future.

Yang Zisong's face twitched, and he was thinking that he would find a way to put this bastard into the cold palace when nothing happened.

Slowly, the chairman and vice presidents got ready. I don't know where to borrow body armor. Hmm, do you want the latest model? One? Not enough, I need two pieces, the defense is armed to the teeth.

Arriving at the Guanfang Garden designated by Ji Wufeng, the chairman and vice president carefully took the elevator and moved to the room where Ji Wufeng was.

"Knock on the door!" Yang Zisong pointed at the vice president and ordered him to knock on the door.

"I won't go. As the president, you should be a role model for the Real Estate Association."

Yang Zisong felt very comfortable hearing these words from the vice president.

"So, you can show your image as an ambassador of our bureau by knocking on the door, and you can also respect..."

Hearing the next few words, Yang Zisong was so angry that he yelled: "Fart!"

Interrupting the Vice President's unintended speech.

"Please come in." Just as the two guys were trying to avoid each other who should open the door, the door opened automatically, and a lazy voice came from inside.

Upon hearing the invitation from the owner of the room, both of them tidied up their appearance and strode into the room. "Ji Wufeng? Which Ji Wufeng? Could it be that you are..."

Yang Zisong was shocked. Nowadays, anyone in Yuzhou who has a little bit of exposure knows this name.

"Yes, I am the Ji Wufeng you think of."

"Uh, ah, Master Ji, what's the matter with you?"

Yang Zisong was so nervous that he almost couldn't hold the phone steady, and his legs were shaking a little. Damn it, why is it really this god of plague?

Ji Wufeng's reputation for evil was so well-known that he felt a little scared just thinking about it. Could he be looking for him to cause trouble for him, right?

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that my Tianfeng Building is not allowed to be built. I don't know why. Anyway, I am free now. Why don't we meet and chat?"

Holding the hung up phone, Yang Zisong was dumbfounded. Does Tianfeng Building belong to Ji Wufeng?

Recently, the Real Estate Association caught up with Xia Kun. There was a lot of joy in the box. Seeing Yang Zisong suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost, his face was full of strangeness and asked: "President Yang, what's going on?"

"It's over, Tianfeng Building belongs to Ji Wufeng." Yang Zisong collapsed on the ground.

This time, the box immediately felt like it was exploding. It was over, it was over. How could you have provoked this god of plague?

"President Yang, should we go or not."

The vice-president on the side asked worriedly, feeling frightened when he thought of the fate of those who went against Ji Wufeng.

"Go, why not go."

Yang Zisong said angrily: "But for the sake of the overall situation, Vice President, you can go on my behalf. I will take command here!"

Yang Zisong changed his tone and prepared to find someone as a scapegoat. He showed the vice president what he thought was the most cordial smile ever, but he didn't know that such a smile coupled with his face full of flesh, he looked like a butcher. Holding a butcher's knife and slowly approaching a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

At the same time, I secretly thought to myself that this guy has always been secretly trying to take my position, so it might be a good thing to get rid of him by the way.

"But the other party made it clear on the phone that they want to see you, President Yang, so it might not be good for me to go."

The vice-president has been the vice-president for so many years, and the methods involved can be imagined. How could he not know that Yang Zisong wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone.

Word has spread about what kind of tricks Ji Wufeng has. If he is taken into account, the consequences will be miserable, but it will definitely be a thousand times worse than offending the director.

At the same time, he felt like laughing in his heart. Yang Zisong's departure would be a disaster, not to mention how happy he was. Yang Zisong died, of course it was time for him to become a full-time deputy.

He had been waiting for this day for who knows how many years. When he thought of the years that had passed slowly, he felt like bursting into tears. He finally got through it.

As long as you sit as the president of the Real Estate Association, you will have the largest real estate resources in Yuzhou.

"Oh, why did I forget? My wife asked me to go home for soup today. You guys make a plan here and call me to let me know when it's done. I'll take the first step."

Immediately finding a reason to stop being rubbish, Yang Zisong planned to escape first. How could he not know what the vice president was thinking, and wanted to use him as cannon fodder? There was no way.

"President Yang...you can't leave."

The vice president hugged Yang Zisong's thigh and wiped his tears and snot on Yang Zisong's pants.

Not to mention how disgusting it is, it's as disgusting as it is. It's really hard for the vice-president, a man in his forties to do such an incredible thing.

If you look at it from an outsider, the current posture of the two people is really warm, like a pair of old glasses being warmed.

"what are you doing?"

Yang Zisong kept shaking his fat feet that could compete with pig's trotters, trying to get rid of this disgusting slug. He didn't expect this guy to be so greedy and afraid of death. Why didn't he see him when he was usually domineering? He was too soft.

"Uh, President Yang, Vice President, I'm going out first."

The group of real estate tycoons in the box did not want to participate in the fight between the two presidents, so they closed the door with a bang and allowed the two presidents to make trouble.

Yang Zisong's face turned livid and he asked in a deep voice: "Let me go or not?"

He kept pushing the vice president's head with his hands, trying to push this clinging guy away.

"If you don't let me go, I won't let you go unless you agree to go with me."

The vice president hugged the president's thigh tightly. He was determined today, even if he died, he would have someone to support him.

"If you don't let me go..."

The president knew that if he continued like this and someone broke into this scene, his reputation would be completely ruined. He was so anxious that he sought medical treatment. He picked up the ashtray on the table and yelled at the vice president's head. : "If you don't let me go, believe it or not, I will give you a shot on the spot?"

"Damn it, just open it. Anyway, we will die, but if we die together, we will die together. Don't want me to die alone."

Even though he usually fawns over Yang Zisong like a lapdog, but when it comes to life and death, even his own mother and I can't do it.

Seeing this, Yang Zisong knew that it was impossible to ask the vice president to cover the tank. Thinking about it carefully, if Ji Wufeng really caused trouble for him, it would be useless for him to ask anyone to cover it.

"Okay, let's go together."

"That's great. I know that President Yang understands justice. His movements were a bit too big just now. Did it reach his waist? Come on, let me rub it for you."

The vice president was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. He served Yang Zisong with tea and water and patted his back. He hoped that Yang Zisong would not hold a grudge, otherwise his life would be better in the future.

Yang Zisong's face twitched, and he was thinking that he would find a way to put this bastard into the cold palace when nothing happened.

Slowly, the chairman and vice presidents got ready. I don't know where to borrow body armor. Hmm, do you want the latest model? One? Not enough, I need two pieces, the defense is armed to the teeth.

Arriving at the Guanfang Garden designated by Ji Wufeng, the chairman and vice president carefully took the elevator and moved to the room where Ji Wufeng was.

"Knock on the door!" Yang Zisong pointed at the vice president and ordered him to knock on the door.

"I won't go. As the president, you should be a role model for the Real Estate Association."

Yang Zisong felt very comfortable hearing these words from the vice president.

"So, you can show your image as an ambassador of our bureau by knocking on the door, and you can also respect..."

Hearing the next few words, Yang Zisong was so angry that he yelled: "Fart!"

Interrupting the Vice President's unintended speech.

"Please come in." Just as the two guys were trying to avoid each other who should open the door, the door opened automatically, and a lazy voice came from inside.

Upon hearing the invitation from the owner of the room, both of them tidied up their appearance and strode into the room.