Almighty in the city

"So I said earlier--" Bai Yifan raised his hand and gave him a big middle finger again, "Evil capitalist!"

"Hey, it's none of my business. The worst thing is that he is not me." Jiang Haokun quickly put aside himself, "My little Lai never cares about company affairs, unlike Lao Tan, he is simply crazy."

Tan Zongming was speechless.

Bai Yifan also rolled his eyes.

The atmosphere became relaxed again for a while.

"Haokun, let's talk about what happened in Bashu." Tan Zongming sat down on the sofa again and motioned to Bai Yifan at will, "Drink coffee or tea?"

With a tap on the smart watch he was wearing on his wrist, the secretary who was summoned knocked on the door a few seconds later and walked in.

"Then get me a cappuccino." Bai Yifan nodded to the secretary, "Half sugar, put a little less milk."

The secretary nodded and said that after taking it down, he waited for a few more seconds, and saw that the three people in the president's office hadn't said anything. Then he smiled and nodded at them, and then turned around to prepare Bai Yifan's cappuccino.

When the secretary left and the door to the room was closed again, Jiang Haokun took a sip of coffee unhurriedly and said: "I asked a deputy provincial seat in charge of investment promotion in Bashu to help. Something has indeed happened in Tian. The local police station has intervened, but the incident is not serious and there have been no casualties."

Bai Yifan nodded, and he expected that there were no casualties.

With Tang Guo's temperament, if there is any bloodshed, this girl must have no leisure time to make her friends circle.

"Specific things, I heard more vaguely over there, and only said that it was related to the'national arts world'." Seeing him nodding, Jiang Haokun continued, "Just before you got here, I just received a call from the deputy provincial seat. The call that came over said that this matter had been handed over from the public security department to the local'Bashu Guoshu Association Qingcheng Branch' for processing, and he would let people keep an eye on the progress."

When talking about the “national arts world”, Jiang Haokun’s expression on his face was a little weird. Obviously, it was the first time I heard that there was such an organization similar to the ancient Wulin League in China, and it was actually still affiliated. Within the system, there is a formal establishment.

Bai Yifan was not surprised at all.

As early as when he hunted down the "black list" killer Jin Minxuan who sneaked into China by the "Dream Maker", he had dealt with the "Guoshu Association" on the Jiangcheng side, and he had also dealt with the vice-association of the Cheng Family Bagua Palm. Chang Cheng Guanghua became a "ground gourd".

Therefore, he had a battle in the shallow sea with the master of the Chinese martial arts who also practiced the Bagua Palm of the Cheng family, who was also ranked at the end of the "Tianban" in China's "Dragon List".

Ordinary people like Tan Zongming and Jiang Haokun didn't understand the "national arts world", but he knew nothing more.

"I have to trouble you, let the vice-province seat put more pressure on them." Bai Yifan said, "My friend, the one who provokes people from the Qingcheng faction, this martial art, is in the local'national arts circle' in Bashu. In', it also belongs to the category of'famous sect.' There must be their people in the leadership of the Bashu'Guoshu Association'. If you don't put a little pressure on them, I'm afraid that friend will suffer."

Jiang Haokun and Tan Zongming looked at each other.

For this organization that sounds like the ancient "Jianghu Wulin", the two of them who have been up and down in Jiangcheng for many years are more like listening to a ridiculous story.

However, since Bai Yifan said so solemnly, Jiang Haokun naturally has no reason to refuse.

For this, this is something that can be done with a phone call.

At the moment, he directly took out his cell phone, and in front of Bai Yifan, he gave the deputy provincial seat in charge of investment promotion in Bashu a call.

After the brief greetings and greetings, Jiang Haokun said directly about the matter, and then hinted at Bai Yifan’s identity and influence in Jiangcheng’s business community. The vice-provincial seat on the phone patted his chest to assure him that this He would personally stare at things, and would never allow Bai Yifan's friend to be treated unfairly.

Jiang Haokun was naturally grateful, and promised that when this matter was over, he would go to Bashu and take some bosses from Jiangcheng's business community. When that happens, he will trouble the deputy provincial seat to help receive and take care of Yunyun.

"Okay, there shouldn't be any accidents." Jiang Haokun hung up the phone in the full promise of the deputy provincial seat, and smiled and said to Bai Yifan, "Lao Bai, you seem to be very concerned about the'national arts' world. Understand."

Bai Yifan chuckled and was about to speak. At this time, there was a knock on the door, and immediately, the secretary who had just gone out to prepare coffee for him walked in with the already brewed cappuccino.

When the secretary left and the door closed again, Bai Yifan took a sip of coffee, and then said unhurriedly: "I am a member of the'National Art World'. I understand some of these doors and ways. Naturally It couldn't be more normal."

"Really?" Jiang Haokun said in disbelief. "Will you still fail in martial arts?"

Tan Zongming also laughed loudly.

Obviously, these two business elites don't believe much in such things as martial arts.

In their view, the so-called "wugong" should be the fighting skills of those special soldiers and bodyguards, and none of these people is a muscular man, such as Bai Yifan, who is well-proportioned and well-mannered, even if he knows one or two hands. The fighting technique is probably at the level of a beginner.

Seeing the reactions of the two people, Bai Yifan didn't excuse him, but just shrugged and smiled, took out his mobile phone and sent a short message to Tang Guo, and then chatted with them.

Bashu, Qingcheng Mountain Police Station.

Tang Guozheng and the five young men wearing Dao robes of the Qingcheng School stared at each other.

The Bashan school girl with some freckles on her face that Bai Yifan had seen before, was now nervous, pulling Tang Guo's arm timidly, for fear that this "sturdy" sister might bear it for a while. He couldn't help but fought against the five Qingcheng Sect disciples directly at the police station.

The atmosphere in this room, at this moment, is indescribable.

At this moment, a cough came in from the door.

An old superintendent who was wearing a police uniform and was about forty years old, with an enamel tea cup in his hand, appeared at the door of this room.

Behind the old superintendent, a young policeman followed. After seeing this look in the room, he whispered a few words into the old superintendent's ear.

When he finished speaking, the old superintendent nodded, with a headache on his face.

"Don't stand up, just sit down." After the old superintendent rushed into the room, he stepped in.

This room was originally a special "mediation room" in the police station, where benches and chairs abound.

After the old superintendent and the young policeman came in, they dragged two chairs at will and sat down between the two parties: "Let’s talk about it, what’s going on, it’s good, the Taoist priests of Qingcheng Mountain, how can they cause trouble with tourists? Up?"