The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine

On a rainy day, on a bumpy and muddy dirt road, a convoy of four off-road vehicles drove fast, rolling up a pile of mud and water, messing up the road.

The leader was a black Hummer.

Wang Yan sat in the co-pilot, holding up the car window, holding a cigarette, and boredly looking at the unchanging wilderness outside the window...

Mao Pan was not an honest man. After hiding outside for two months, he couldn't stand the life outside where he couldn't do whatever he wanted. He knew that Wang Yan had already reached an agreement with Chen Hao, but at that time his fear of Wang Yan was at its peak, and he was scared all day long.

As time passed, the fear faded, and the perverted thoughts came to his head again, and he wanted more and more to return to the familiar Sanbianpo where he could do whatever he wanted.

So he went back.

Chen Hao went back during the time when the forest farm had an accident. His forest farm was the largest in Sanbianpo, and he made a lot of money every year. Of course, he had to find a way to get it back and save his nephew...

The reason why Chen Hao dared to come back was of course because of the pigeon blood red. Before that, although the two had already reached an agreement, he was afraid that Wang Yan would not keep his word. This time, he took out pigeon blood red worth tens of millions, and he felt relieved.

So in general, Wang Yan is not such an unreasonable person, and he would never rob people of their valuable treasures. It's because he has empathy, he understands Chen Hao's difficulties, and helps Chen Hao overcome psychological barriers.

I guess Chen Hao doesn't understand his painstaking efforts. It's not that being a human is difficult, and being a good person is even more difficult...

So all the way to Daqulin, let the accompanying men find Mao Pan's location, and Wang Yan went directly to Jincui KTV alone.

As soon as she entered, she saw Liu Jincui wearing bright clothes, a low-cut tight top, revealing a large area of ​​skin on her not-so-rich chest, and still with the same yellow hair.

She saw Wang Yan walking in at a glance, was stunned for a moment, then smiled, trotted over to meet him, hugged Wang Yan's arm again, and rubbed her treasure hard.

"Boss Wang has become Mr. Wang. I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago."

"How is that possible? I'm just too busy. Xiaomo has such a big business, and I can't do anything without him. I've offended Chairman Chen again. Why would I go so far to Daqulin to make trouble? Besides, you're not free either."

"Whether I'm free or not is the same as whether you've forgotten me or not?"

"I'm talking about whether you miss me or not."

"Oh, God, don't talk about me. Minmin misses you so much."

"Then what are you waiting for? Call us together. Let's talk about this big business worth hundreds of millions first."

The business talk was of course very enjoyable, and it can be said to be hearty and refreshing from the inside out.

After the talk, Minmin packed up and limped out, leaving Wang Yan and Liu Jincui to talk in the charming private room.

Liu Jincui put on her clothes slowly and sensibly poured wine and lit cigarettes for Wang Yan, who was shirtless and put on his pants.

She asked, "What are you doing here in Daqulin this time?"

"I missed you."

"Sure enough, men's mouths are always deceiving. I just said before, why did you run so far to Daqulin to cause trouble?"

"Look, you misunderstood, didn't you? Isn't it just to cause trouble to you?"

"That's more like it." Liu Jincui rubbed Wang Yan coquettishly, and then said, "Seriously, what are you doing?"

"Chatting with President Chen."

"No way, I haven't been there yet?"

"Am I such a petty person?"

"It doesn't look big."

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile: "The main thing is to find Mao Pan, and the second is to say hello to Chairman Chen. After all, we haven't seen each other for several months."

"Did Mao Pan offend you again?"

"He must die this time."

"Okay! Let me tell you, how many people are looking forward to his death. If it weren't for Chairman Chen, his uncle would have died countless times. Such people are not human beings."

Wang Yan smiled: "Aren't most people here like this? It's just that they don't have as much power as Chen Hao, and can't support their perverted ideas."

"You make sense." Liu Jincui agreed seriously.

People can't help but talk about it. The two were talking, and the girl in the store ran in again: "Sister Cuicui, Mao Pan is here."

Obviously, Mao Pan is not a popular person here.

He doesn't play with women, he harms women. The key is that Chen Hao is the major shareholder here, Liu Jincui can't control him, and Chen Hao is unwilling to take care of such trivial matters. The result is that every time Mao Pan comes, there are always girls who suffer. Once or twice, everyone looks at Mao Pan like a plague god.

Unlike Wang Yan, the girls all welcomed him when he came. Because they wanted to see how good he was, so every time he came, Liu Jincui didn't look for a man for several days, and Minmin also had to rest for a few days...

When Liu Jincui heard the news, she looked at Wang Yan the first time.

Wang Yan laughed and said to the girl at the door: "Go, tell Mao Pan to come over. Don't tell him I'm here, otherwise he won't dare to come."

"Why are you looking at me? Don't you know who he is? Is my words useful? Go quickly!" Liu Jincui scolded the girl who had no sense, turned to Wang Yan and said, "You still need to be disciplined."

"You've said everything."

Wang Yan ignored her and smoked and drank by himself.

"Really?" Liu Jincui asked uncertainly.

"Do I seem like someone who likes to joke?" Wang Yan said thoughtfully, "Don't worry, if I don't do it to you, can I cause trouble for you? I have to let Chen Hao do it."

"hiss……"

Liu Jincui didn't dare to think about how angry Chen Hao would be, maybe he would be angry to death. After all, a person like Chen Hao has probably never been so angry in his life.

After a while, the door of the private room was kicked open by someone, and Mao Pan walked in casually, with his hands in his pockets and his neck swinging back and forth.

"Liu Jincui, what's the matter? I don't want to play with your trash man, but you want to be with me, grandpa..."

Mao Pan was speechless, his throat seemed to be pinched, his mouth was open and trembling, unable to say anything. He stood there blankly, then started swinging, and then fell backward with a clang, holding on to the wall.

His legs were weak and he couldn't stand, so he could only stretch out his hands randomly for support. But to no avail, he finally collapsed on the ground.

The fear of being dominated, the powerlessness on the verge of death, and those damn memories resurfaced in his mind again. He was at a loss, his heart was beating rapidly, and his pupils began to dilate...

Mao Pan was followed by several strong men, but none of these strong men dared to make a move. They had all seen Wang Yan's photos, and they all knew more or less what happened before and understood Wang Yan's achievements. So they dare not move. Mao Pan may not die, but they will definitely die.

"you."

Wang Yan pointed at the leading one of Mao Pan's men and said, "Hit him."

"Mr. Wang, I..."

"Crack!"

No one saw the action clearly, but saw a pistol shot on the glass coffee table.

"I asked you to hit him!" Wang Yan looked at the man indifferently.

"Yes! Mr. Wang!"

The guard gritted his teeth, his heart was broken, and he punched and kicked Mao Pan. The attack is quite ruthless, which shows that he has a lot of grudges on weekdays.

The fear of being scared to death was overcome by the pain. He subconsciously held his head, bowed, curled up, and gasped for air.

After being beaten like this for a while, he seemed to finally wake up completely.

He shouted loudly: "Mr. Wang, I was wrong, I was wrong. Let me go, let me go. My uncle has money, don't you want money? He will give it to you as much as you want, give it to you." ! Let me go, I was wrong!”

After another minute of beating, Wang Yan waved his hand: "Okay."

The guard immediately stopped, let out a sigh of relief, and stood obediently on one side with the others. He stood straight, having never been so straight before.

Wang Yan smiled and asked, "Mao'er, you should know Shen Xing, right?"

Mao Pan was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "Mr. Wang, don't listen to Shen Xing's nonsense. He was the one who dealt with me first. I am also protecting myself..."

He gradually stopped shouting and made no sound.

Wang Yan continued to speak calmly: "He said that after he found out that you were Chairman Chen's nephew, he told you that he knew me. But you didn't take it seriously and continued to target him, even cutting down trees. They did something to kill them directly. For this reason, Shen Xing's uncle lost a leg and became disabled. He is still lying in the hospital in Xiaomo Nong. "

"Mr. Wang, I was wronged. He never told me, and it wasn't me who did it. It was all my people. Yes, they were all my people. They knew that I didn't like Shen Xing and the others, so in order to please me , just for them. Really, Mr. Wang, I didn’t lie to you.”

"Do you believe it yourself?"

"Mr. Wang, everything I said is true, it's true! At that time..."

He defended loudly in a panic, trying hard to convince Wang Yan to believe him. However, under Wang Yan's gaze, he gradually lost his voice and did not dare to speak anymore.

"Is President Chen here?" Wang Yan turned to ask Mao Pan's men.

"I'm here at Xianglong International." The man replied hurriedly.

Wang Yan took a puff of the cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt onto Mao Pan. The latter didn't even dare to hide. He just let out a cry and then slowly shook off the cigarette butt.

"Take him to Xianglong International." After picking up his clothes and putting them on, Wang Yan went straight out the door, got in the car and left, heading straight to Xianglong International.

When he arrived at Xianglong International, Chen Hao was already waiting at the door with sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Wang, Vasari."

Seeing Wang Yan get out of the car, he clasped his hands warmly and sent greetings from the three sides.

He said, "I didn't know that Mr. Wang came to Daqulin. What a sin. What a sin."

"You really don't know?" Wang Yan looked at him with a smile.

"I really don't know. Otherwise, Chen will definitely go to the road outside Daqulin as soon as possible to wait for Mr. Wang's arrival, so that he can fulfill his friendship as a landlord."

How could Chen Hao not know this? Whenever Wang Yan left the Sihai Hotel, he knew exactly where he went and what he did every day. Of course he wouldn't really pick up Wang Yan, he was just praying that this bitch wouldn't get involved.

He thought that Wang Yan had other things to deal with that he didn't know about, but he didn't expect that he came to Mao Pan for revenge.

He swore that he really didn't know these things...

He stood too high. Uncle Guai didn't even think about standing up for Shen Jiandong, so he didn't even mention it...

Ignoring his good nephew who was being held up by his men, who was covered in bruises and beaten into a pig's head again, Chen Hao turned sideways and said: "Mr. Wang, I have already had people prepare meals. I have to do my duty as a landlord today. please!"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and followed Chen Hao into Xianglong International with his hands behind his back.

Behind, Mao Pan was being held up, and he also followed. Wang Yan didn't speak, and Chen Hao didn't dare to speak. Chen Hao didn't speak, or even if he spoke, those people didn't dare to go against Wang Yan's will.

When we arrived at the big dining room, it was a really big room.

The place is very spacious and luxuriously decorated. The walls are decorated with calligraphy and paintings. In the middle is a large round table that can accommodate more than twenty people.

After Wang Yan sat down, various delicacies began to be served.

Chen Hao stood a small distance away from Wang Yan, and he personally poured wine for Wang Yan with a vintage Maotai. He showed a low profile and gave Wang Yan enough face.

A group of people watched from the doorway without saying a word. Mao Pan had been put down and sat paralyzed on the ground, lost in thought. Because he knew that his uncle was fighting to save his life.

"Mr. Wang, I'd like to toast you. As I said on the phone before, we wouldn't know each other without fighting. We met too late, otherwise such a big misunderstanding might not have happened."

Wang Yan smiled and clinked glasses with him, took a sip of honor and said, "President Chen, you can't just look at the past, you have to look forward. I told you that the misunderstanding is over, and you can sit here and drink with me in peace." , then there is no misunderstanding. If you say it again, I will take it as a grudge. "

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I'll punish myself with a drink. Mr. Wang eats more vegetables. This is the chef I found in China. We can cook Chinese dishes from all over the country, and foreign dishes are no problem. They are all made with good skills. Mr. Wang gave me some pointers and asked them to improve.”

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a large sip of wine, directly draining the wine dispenser. The old boy was no longer young, but this sip of wine was quite strong, and he couldn't help but cough.

"If you can't drink, don't force yourself to drink. It's a waste of wine. I'm not forcing you to drink."

Wang Yan took a big bite of the food and glanced at him.

Chen Hao smiled and said, "I just want to express my apology. Isn't it often said in China that whether you really mean it or not depends on whether you can hold it in silence."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I keep my word. We are good friends now, and you have helped me a lot. You have coordinated the tourism business and have contributed a lot. Come, I will give you a drink in return."

"No……"

Before Chen Hao could finish speaking, Wang Yan drank all the liquor in the wine dispenser in one gulp.

Chen Hao let out a sigh of relief, revealing his frustration. Because he knew that his good nephew would probably not be saved. He silently picked up the wine bottle and continued to pour wine for Wang Yan, waiting for Wang Yan's next words.

Wang Yan didn't mince words, he just talked while eating.

"You, my nephew, only care about food and not about fighting. You know everything, right?"

"I know, no matter what, it's Mao Pan's fault. Hey..." Chen Hao sighed and said, "You have seen my sister. This child has been spoiled since he was a child. I can't beat him or scold him." No. In addition, in an unstable place like Sansian Slope, it is extremely difficult to learn well, but if you learn badly, it only takes a day.

To be honest, I have gotten into trouble a lot over the years. If I didn't have some dignity, I would have been beaten to death. It would be better if he died early. Without such an ineffective thing, Mr. Wang would not be offended and we would have the unhappiness we had before.

But, Mr. Wang...then again, I am his biological uncle after all, and this is the child I grew up watching..."

"Crack!"

Chen Hao suddenly paused in his provocative and pleading words and looked at the pistol that Wang Yan patted beside him.

I only heard Wang Yan say: "President Chen, you also know that I am the most reasonable person. You also know how I got to where I am today.

The Shen Jiandong whose leg was broken by your precious nephew was the boss of the construction company when I first came here. He provided me with food and accommodation. He also told me in words that the three-slope slope was not a kind place and told me not to get into trouble. Although the words don't sound nice, in the end it's for my own good.

Later, I took over a ready-made construction company from his nephew, and gradually we got to where we are now. Although I spent money to buy it, you also understand the relationship between ready-made manpower and equipment and starting from scratch. People are also helpful to me.

As a person, in addition to being reasonable, I am also a good person. You said you have such a big connection with me, but if something happens now, can I just ignore it?

Especially since I told your precious nephew that he knew me a long time ago, but your nephew is still looking for trouble and wants to kill him. This is not to kill them, this is to kill me.

President Chen, don’t you still hold a grudge? When are you waiting to kill me? How many people are you looking for this time? one thousand? "

"Oh, Mr. Wang, I definitely didn't mean this. I don't know about this matter from beginning to end. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to Xiaomo Nong and apologized to Mr. Wang in person. Tell me, We finally solved the misunderstanding, got along well, and worked together to make a fortune in the tourism business. How could I destroy the Great Wall with this useless thing, doing nothing behind my back?"

Wang Yan nodded seriously and said, "In this case, we won't say more about this matter. Just as you said, President Chen, you just said that this is what you have grown up watching. The trouble that comes from being used to it is useless. Just take care of the trouble yourself. The gun is here, loaded, pick it up, walk over, and boom..."

Wang Yan looked at him with a smile: "I'll leave after eating."

After that, Wang Yan didn't look at him and just drank and ate food by himself, feeling very contented.

"Uncle, uncle, you can't kill me, you can't kill me. Think about my mom, think about my dad. Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang..."

"Shut him up!" Chen Hao shouted angrily.

The men over there hurriedly covered Mao Pan's mouth tightly, letting him struggle wildly.

Chen Hao's cheeks bulged, and veins on his forehead were exposed. He was gritting his teeth and suppressing great anger.

He looked at his struggling nephew and Wang Yan who was eating vegetables with big mouthfuls. After a long silence, he slowly reached out to touch the pistol.

He picked up the pistol, bent his arms and held it straight. He looked at Wang Yan who was picking up vegetables and didn't seem to pay attention to his movements at all.

He was silent...

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the first meeting with Wang Yan again.

The dense gunshots, the gushing blood, and Wang Yan's calm smile emerged, overlapping with the smiling face in front of him...

He woke up with a start and met Wang Yan's meaningful eyes.

He swallowed his saliva, turned around with the gun stiffly in his hand, and slowly, step by step, walked towards his beloved nephew who was struggling crazily.

He put the muzzle of the gun on Mao Pan's forehead.

Mao Pan's eyes were already bloodshot and red, and because of the excessive force, they were bulging outwards, as if they were about to pop out at any time, which was extremely scary.

Mao Pan's pants were wet, and urine soaked through the well-ventilated pants and formed a pool under his body. There was also a faint smell, which was extremely unpleasant.

President Chen frowned, holding the gun, and just stood there.

He was silent...

Bang!

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