The First Order

Qingying never thought that he just came back so late for a while, but he missed Xu Xianchu.

But he is not someone who can't afford to put it down. Since he missed it, it's not worth regretting.

"Entry barriers," Qing Zhen said calmly. In fact, what he should be most concerned about now is not Xu Xianchu, but how the old men of the Qing consortium would punish themselves.

In other words, how the other party intends to override its own power.

Many people in the outside world think that Qingzhen is in power within the Qings consortium, but he only controls part of the battle sequence.

Because the handling of external affairs is basically Qingzhen coming forward, it gives the outside world a feeling of Qingzhen.

Only Qingzhen clearly understood that the group of old men had never trusted themselves.

The shadows in the consortium have changed from one to another, and only those "faces" are the core of Qing's concern for the old men.

According to the sayings circulated in the Gyeongsang Financial Group: violence is only a means of maintaining order, but it can never become order itself.

In short, shadows can only be shadows, not on countertops.

Now that Qinghuang is showing his way in the fight against the Tinder Company, the old men have long wanted to suppress his sharpness, so house arrest and decentralization have become natural things.

Xu Qi whispered: "Boss, we are going to report to the Operations Division tomorrow. Probably all of us will be broken up and dispersed into other combat units."

"Well," Qing Zhen nodded casually: "Go."

"Is there anything else you have to explain?" Xu Qi asked: "Why don't you get off the bus and say a few words to the soldiers, or we will go with you to the wilderness, so many of us, some people have Gun, you can do anything."

Qingzhen lightly smiled and shook his head: "How many people are waiting to go home to reunite with his wife and children, and you told them to go to the wilderness to beg for life?"

"They are willing," Xu Qi said.

Qingzhen opened the car door, and he got out of the car. The soldiers in the troop convoy behind him all got out of the car. There were thousands of people. The market town was full of traffic. The refugees all panicked and ran away.

"Everyone," Qing Zhen calmly looked at the soldier in front of him: "I went to other combat units to perform well, and don't embarrass me."

Just at the moment when Qinghua's words fell, thousands of people stood up at the same time: "Yes!"

The soldiers understood at this moment what fate they would greet.

"Get in the car!" Qing Zhen said lightly after getting on the train. The guards above the barriers were a little shocked to see this scene. The chiefs of the combat troops of the Qing consortium seemed to have no such thing as Qing Zhen. Influence.

After entering the barrier, Qinghuang returned to his detached villa. He took a shower and put on a new white suit. As for the previous one, he was burned directly.

As soon as they entered the barriers, some big figures of the Kyungsung Consortium could not wait to take over his operational command. Those thousands of soldiers were taken away by the big figures on the list, and they were divided.

The soldiers under Qingying are all brave and brave men, and now they have the opportunity to divide up this unit, and no one will miss this opportunity.

But Qingzhen seemed to care nothing.

After cleaning up, Qingying walked out of the door, and the special car parked at the door drove away long ago. He smiled: "I don't want to leave a car."

He walked outside, and the two soldiers on duty looked at him embarrassedly and said, "Boss Qing, you can't leave the house, don't make it difficult for us."

Qing Zhen raised his eyebrows: "The old men said they were not allowed to go out of the 111 barriers. When did they say that they could not even leave the house, did anyone pretend to preach the decree? Rest assured, I just listen to a tune. Who is this 111 barrier? I don’t know if Qingqing likes to listen to music?"

The two soldiers looked at each other, and when did they still listen to the song? Does the famous Qing boss not worry about his situation at all, but the soldiers did not give way.

And Qing Zhen didn't speak. At this moment, a bullet did not know the direction from which he shot and hit the stone road in front of the two soldiers. There were hidden gunmen protecting Qing Zhen near here!

The two soldiers knew that the other was merciless. Even if the gunman just killed them, the presidium would not be punished by Chongqing Huang for such a trivial matter.

At the time of the handover of combat troops, no one will be in trouble!

Qingzhen still looked at them calmly, and the soldiers resolutely retreated: "Thank you, Qingqing, for your mercy."

"Okay, no one will embarrass you," Qing Zhen walked out with a chuckle.

The two soldiers couldn't help pondering behind Qingying. Earlier everyone had legend that Qingying had a lot of cards around him, but I didn't expect it to be true.

But hasn't the presidium lifted Qingzhen upright? Why is there someone willingly following a lost person?

He only listened to Qingzhen's cheerful humming song and walked towards the prosperous city. A soldier waited for him to walk away and asked, "What is this, Mr. Qing?"

"I don't know, we don't have the money to listen to music..." Another soldier was not sure.

At night, Qing Zhen was sitting alone in a theater. Others were afraid of him like poison. When he saw him, he left early. Only Qing Huang watched the drama on stage and changed from one to another.

He supported his head with one hand, and the more he drank, the brighter his eyes.

In this theater, only the mournful songs lingered in the neon colors.

Sancha Road, Cross Road, north to south?

As soon as you see it, you embrace it, and when you look at the silence, you return.

The ancient and ancient markets are in the fame and fortune.

At this time someone came to him and said, "Qingzhen, the presidium has something to discuss and calls you to listen."

Qingzhen smiled: "Tell them, don't go."

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Ren Xiaosu has been thinking about his future plans on his way from the gold shop back to the shop. Nowadays, selling gold is not feasible. It may be targeted by people in minutes.

Originally Ren Xiaosu was not positive about opening a store because of the gold in his hand. Now he naturally has to reconsider the store business. He can’t really count on the school’s subsidies for students...

Do you sell black medicine?Ren Xiaosu doesn't want to do this, after all, it's harder to get credit than to get money.

I was walking and looking up, I had already arrived in front of the shop. As a result, when I entered the door, I saw Wang Fugui mysteriously promoting something with a man.

Waiting for Ren Xiaosu to take a closer look, he was selling black medicine...

Looking at Wang Fugui's expression, it is obvious that the other party is not introducing the medicinal effects of black medicine, and the middle-aged man also has an unscrupulous look.

Ren Xiaosu is a bit melancholy, is he destined to be a drug seller?!

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Thanks to Qing Yuya and Denghong dyed Jiangchou for their new book!