If you observe this Jinghong Club in an aerial view, you will find that it is not square, nor regular, has no fixed shape, and only one feature, which is the size!

The stilt building where Liu Feiyang was just now was a bamboo forest. After walking a hundred meters, there was a pine forest, and the artistic conception of the north. When you walk forward, you might be towering banyan trees or small bridges and flowing water. There are many octagonal pavilions here, and the wood used is all beams and wood removed from old houses in the mountains. The carved locations everywhere are faintly filled with fragrance.

There were two people sitting in the pavilion they passed by when they came.

A man sat upright with a red face, not heavy or serious, and he would not smile like a tiger when he smiled. He would only feel a strong sense of safety coming to his face. He was wearing a very ordinary sportswear and walked into the university. Perhaps there might be students who would be kind enough to shout, "Teacher, Is there a person missing in the middle of the game? Will I come?"

The breeze blows the slightly wider clothes without making any sounds. I hold the teacup leisurely and serenely. Without a villain's success, it is integrated with nature.

This person is just a god who insists on not going public, not being public, and not being able to become a physical entity. To be more precise, he is the boss of Xuanhuayuan. His name is very old and is called Ding Yongqiang.

If it weren't for the flea, the prince, who was making trouble, might not have involved the capital market except for the company purchasing raw materials and needing to hedge risks in the futures market.

The people sitting next to him have more bitter faces. It is not because he looks like this, but because he comes out of the stilt house, hurrying out of the bamboo forest, lowers his head to look at the cell phone signal, and raises his head at a critical moment. After seeing the god in front of him, it becomes like this.

This is the prince. He wanted to go out, but he sat here before he walked out.

The tea leaves in the teapot in front of me are said to be produced by the Dahongpao Eye Tree. At the tea fair last year, at only 20 grams, the stunning price of 130,000 yuan was auctioned. The prince is not a person who is short of this little money. The key is that this thing is produced a little every year and it will be gone after drinking it.

And he has no intention of taking action now.

The tea that the god personally poured for him was cold, and he didn't reach out to the teacup.

"Liu Feiyang!"

The prince's eyes were staring at the path in the bamboo forest. When he saw the figure of that guy, he could no longer help but scream, and he was hoarse. No one could fall on a small person, and then it turned into a plan for a few years and a war that had been defeated for more than a year.

Perhaps it was like Zhuge who was in the Northern Expedition.

The great hegemony of supporting the Han Dynasty was about to be completed, and finally fell into trouble with a man named Ma Su, which led to the hopelessness of supporting him in this life. The sadness is no longer enough to describe. To be hatred, it is not enough to soothe Liu Feiyang's bones and ashes.

He finished speaking.

When he was in elementary school, the prince, who knew that IQ was more important than martial arts, was so angry that he picked up the teapot and walked straight to Liu Feiyang, trying to hit him with blood.

The god looked at his back and smiled.

"Tea is not worth it, but this is the inventory of last year. This year's new tea has not yet been released. If you lose it, you will have to pay for it. The teapot is a work of Mr. Gu Jing. It is a rare ten-headed tea set in pine and grapes. If you want to smash it, you will have to pay for it. The price of eight-headed tea set at the auction last year was more than 500, and this is the only one..."

When the prince heard this, he suddenly stopped and looked at the gods with wide eyes.

He always believed that being petty, mean and careless, is the real side of the gods. For example, he donated money and goods just to win a lot of money.

He said in a low voice, "Can't I afford it?"

The immortal asked cheerfully, "Can you... make the money as much as you want, but can you really afford to pay?"

The prince's body trembled, and he turned his head unwillingly and looked at Liu Feiyang who was getting closer and closer, holding the teapot in his hand, wishing he could crush the teapot.

Liu Feiyang had noticed the prince long ago, and did not dodge and observed his every move.

According to the current words, he is as stable as an old dog on the surface, but actually panics inside. He is facing the big tycoon prince who is turning the hand cloud and handrail rain. He must know that the role he played in the whole thing is not glorious.

According to the prince, I have a gun, which must be given to the Golden Dragon.

Liu Feiyang did not have a gun, but he used his body as a human cannonball, which made the prince bloody.

The night when Liu Qingqing found his doorstep, he realized that there was no room for resistance under the prince. He admitted that it was difficult for others to be better than him, but he had to admit that if he didn't want to bow his head and was wronged so unknown, then there was only one person who could squeeze the prince out, the gods!

Mr. Li had long said that the gods had a hard time.

That's right, if it's better, I'll hear it too early, where will I donate...

If two people who are "not easy to live" have the same goal, they will burst out with amazing combat power on the basis of the victory of the soldiers. Liu Feiyang first had to negotiate with Jin Long in person. As a middleman, the prince would definitely be present. As long as the signal in this area is blocked, even if the prince discovered it, he would think that it was a good thing that Jin Long did.

He won't ask, let alone mention it.

All Liu Feiyang needed to do was to hold the prince as much as possible, so that the span of him in the signal-free area would be longer, so that the gods would have enough time to play the account that the head coach was not in the central army's account.

If it is daytime, clean the domestic market, and if it is nighttime, clean the foreign market.

At first, I did encounter resistance from the professional team of the prince, but without a veteran, I quickly lost my position in the face of the enemy's fierce charge, and there was no one who could make up my mind.

Half an hour is enough for people to rush over, corpses are everywhere, and blood flows into a river...

Seeing that Liu Feiyang had already walked to his side, the prince began to tremble in a difficult situation and said viciously, "I can hit you for ten rounds with just one finger. How dare I plot against me?"

Liu Feiyang looked helpless and looked at the teapot in his hand. He suddenly squeezed out a smile, bent down and grabbed the prince's wrist with one hand, grabbed the teapot with the other hand, and moved intimately, and said with a smile, "Prince, because of this, I have to protect myself..."

He is like a senior lady, and the prince is like an experienced guest.

Originally, the two sides agreed to carry out a grand and vigorous cause. At a critical moment, an urgent matter happened at the customer's house. He put on his pants and left. Unexpectedly, before he could go out, the lady stood up from the bed, took off her pants and took out what he wanted to take out the most, and gave it to him in turn.

It hurts, not just ordinary pain.

After the pain, he even said: I don’t want to be fucked... Then I will fuck you first!

"My friend..."

The immortal also stood up and when Qi Qinggang brought the phone over and said it was Liu Feiyang's phone call, he didn't care, but when Liu Feiyang finished his plan, he thought it was feasible. He had thought it was possible before, but all this could not be achieved at all. First of all, the prince could not go out with people he was unfamiliar with, and gave him the opportunity to block the signal.

Secondly, even if the signal is blocked, the prince will notice the problem.

Only by making him think that blocking the signal is harmless to him and willing to block it can he not be alert and may he move his cell phone.

The result was indeed the case. He found that the signal was blocked and also raised the price of negotiations with Liu Feiyang...

The gods not only stood up, but also walked out of the pavilion to greet them, which is a reward for the pioneers.

Liu Feiyang was flattered.

The golden dragon is bolt from the blue!

He had only seen the gods at the Harbour auction once, and he never spoke. No one shone in that charity-themed auction, and they were all just like the rules. But he always wanted to make friends with this land god in the mainland, but he had no chance. The Harbour people did not like speculators like the prince because they were deeply harmed, but they highly praised the gods who do business. After all, the wealthy people in the Harbour who enjoyed a reputation internationally started their business.

He never expected that Liu Feiyang was standing behind him, and he seemed to value Liu Feiyang very much.

Suddenly, he felt a mountain running in front of him, which made him breathless.

Liu Feiyang stretched out his hand and held it. In addition to Liu Qingqing's help, An Ran could give him a family without distraction. He had a group of brothers who did not have to doubt his external heart. Every time he was at a critical turning point, there would be immortals.

Opportunities are often more important than hard work.

"You've also come here in person..."

"I haven't been here for a long time, enjoy the sunshine..."

The fairy smiled and let go of her hand, her eyes inadvertently looking at the golden dragon, which was already covered with sweat beads on her forehead, and was more cautious than Liu Feiyang just now, and took the initiative to say, "You are the golden dragon, I know you, in the film and television industry for so many years, you have made outstanding contributions..."

"Hello, Mr. Ding..."

Jinlong raised his hand in a regular manner.

"Sit first, I've heard of your conflict..."

The god turned his head blindly.

The golden dragon's face made it hot and he put down his hand awkwardly.

Now there is no other way to go. He dare not sit down and do things that do not give the gods face. He can walk into the octagonal pavilion with cold back.

If the prince hadn't been venting his anger at first glance, he would have left long ago and sat with his biggest enemy in his life to have tea. He asked himself that he couldn't pretend to be a god-like face and did not follow him in.

At this moment, I saw a person running over quickly from a distance, wearing a staff uniform.

When he ran here, he asked with a programmatic smile, "May I ask, are you the prince?"

The prince, who had been angry, had smoked from the seven orifices, angrily said, "I am the emperor!"

“Eh…”

The staff was very embarrassed and worked here all year round, had an understanding of big names, and the gods often reported to them, and Jin Long often went to magazines, and the two young people did not meet the age characteristics.

Seeing him, the prince angrily said, "Say..."

The staff explained, "It's like that. We keep calling in here, wanting to find you, and also said that there are important things to ask you to turn on the phone..."

After another signal, the prince's phone number never stopped. It can be called a telephone bombing. He knew the roughly result, so he turned off the phone.

When he heard that these people had great powers to make the phone call here, his lungs were so angry that he cursed extremely vulgarly, "Open...Open...Open next door!"

After cursing, he looked back at the god sitting in the center.

He looked at Liu Feiyang sitting on the left.

There is also the allies just now, the golden dragon sitting on the right.

"lead the way!"

Squeeze two words out from the gaps of teeth and don't stay here.
Chapter completed!