Really, brothers are fighting each other for position!
The prediction was good. Zhe Zhiwei's death was indeed not an accident. Human beings, humans, are not satisfied with food, drink and clothing. They even kill their own brothers.
She thought for a while: "Do you still have anyone on your hands?"
Li Chengwang thought for a moment: "The eldest lady wants to send someone to protect him?"
Xi Ning put on some smiles and made it look meaningful: "It's just a protection for a period of time. If you can really inherit it, it can be regarded as a favor."
No matter what reason, everyone knows that Zhe Zhiwei can't inherit it. Li Chengwang's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything and nodded: "I will make arrangements."
Xining reminded: "The person coming may be more powerful. Try to be careful. If you see something wrong, don't touch them head-on. Send a signal."
"There are two more of our people here, but they can't set off flares." Li Chengwang has developed a habit of showing off his emotions when he is happy, but he still behaves like an ordinary person in normal times. This is a truly outstanding detective. Only bodyguards are as exaggerated as Ying Feihu.
Xining felt relieved and continued walking, but he couldn't help but feel worried about the situation.
Although Zhe Zhiwei was a concubine and his biological mother was not able to help him, he could not resist his extraordinary talent. At such a young age, he had access to the three meridians. As for his three half-brothers, except for the eldest brother who had just opened the third meridians, the others had only opened the second meridians, but this eldest brother was seven years older than him.
That's why he was feared by his brothers and sisters, for fear of sharing too much of the family property.
With Zhe Zhiwei's background, even if he has access to the three meridians, his organizational and coordination abilities are the same as those of the body master, and he is a person who is proud of his talents. Therefore, the position of commander-in-chief of the tenth district is not yet his turn, and at most. Just share some of the family property.
You can kill your own brother just for some money, tsk tsk tsk...
But in this case, it is impossible to tell who wants to kill Zhe Zhiwei. After all, his father has five sons and eleven daughters, but they should not be the eldest and the third. After all, their goal is to be the commander-in-chief of the military governor. It must be someone with a low status and short-sightedness who got greedy and wanted to get hundreds of thousands more when dividing the property.
However, with Zhe Zhiwei's ability, he must eliminate the most powerful killer in order to solve it. In order to get hundreds of thousands more, spending half of the money to hire a high-level killer would be a huge loss, and he might not be able to kill him.
In the end, it is very possible that Zhe Ruicheng really put Zhe Zhiwei on the list of successors. Even if he didn't, some people mistakenly thought so, and then he killed him.
He rubbed his face. If he was weak, he would be bullied. If he was strong, even his brothers would be afraid of him. It is really difficult to be a human being.
Thinking of this, Xining lowered his voice and asked: "Send the news to my father and ask him to help find out who wants to deal with Zhe Zhiwei."
Why do we have to take care of the housework in District 10? Could it be that the eldest lady is too full to eat and has too much time to do? Although he had some small thoughts in his mind, Li Chengwang still agreed.
That was it, and life continued like this.
Thanks to Hu Liangming's efforts and Miss Ying's prestige, Qingyun Club has grown to more than 100 members in just one month, accounting for more than one-sixth of the college's students. There are even some small clubs. Even the president and his members all followed him. If it weren't for the college's regulations that a student can only join one club, the number of people would be even larger.
In order to let the members know each other, Xining allocated some money to Hu Liangming, and drew the samples himself, customizing a batch of square scarves embroidered with blue cloud patterns, which can be tied around the neck, tied to the arm, or Fold it and put it in the breast pocket of your school uniform jacket. For girls, it is even allowed to tie their hair.
Qingyun is rolling, the antique pattern is simple, elegant and graceful, and it is very popular immediately. However, it is stipulated that only members of Qingyun Club can have it. As a result, several girls like this pattern so much that they joined Qingyun Club.
For a time, Qingyun scarves were everywhere in the school district. If a newcomer didn't know about it, they would think it was some kind of trend.
Qingyun Club has developed too fast, but its purpose and slogan have made every member positive and never take the initiative to stir up trouble. Since the establishment of Qingyun Club, no one has died due to "accidents", and the school leaders are also happy to see this. As a result, he was even willing to provide convenience during Qingyun Club gatherings and training.
"Run, run quickly!" Ying Feihu rode a speeding car with a whip in his hand, and finally "driven" the last few members to the finish line.
Hu Liangming, who was waiting at the finish line, checked people and picked up a pen to register his name and results. After finishing writing, he couldn't help but curse at the group of panting members: "It's still you who are the last few every time." Even if you keep running every day, you won’t see much improvement. Is it so difficult to outrun fifty people?”
"Hmm~" Ying Feihu got out of the car, crossed his arms on his chest, and said in a very authoritative manner: "It seems that is not enough. Starting tomorrow, for the last three times, we will all run with twenty kilograms of weight."
Hu Liangming expressed his approval: "Okay, that's it!"
Suddenly there was a cry.
"What do you call it?" Ying Feihu glared: "Have you rested enough? Everyone is studying cross-legged to practice Qi. No one is allowed to get up until dinner time."
But rules are rules. Either follow the rules or quit the club.
However, those poor students who refused to leave, through such small efforts, the performance of those poor students improved.
There are roughly two reasons for not being able to run fast. One is lack of skill in using breath, and the other is weak physical fitness and willpower. Practice more and run more. Practice makes perfect and your speed will increase.
I saw that the original Qingyun Club had basically rounded up the bottom fifty members, and Ying Feihu was chasing a large group of club members, just like chasing a group of ducks to make them fly.
Later, the number of people gradually decreased, until there were only less than ten people, Ying Feihu quit...
Seeing that there were only four people in front of him, Ying Feihu shouted dissatisfied: "There are only a few people! Isn't my time my time?"
"Aren't these four among the bottom fifty?" Hu Liangming laughed along with him: "It proves that the British instructors teach well and are very effective."
This was helpful, but Ying Feihu still felt that there were few people. You must know that driving them to run thirty kilometers and then teaching them to refine their Qi and properly mobilize their Qi is equivalent to taking care of everything from after school to eating.
Teaching dozens of people is teaching, teaching one person is still teaching, but it is a waste of his time.
So Hu Liangming went to Xi Ning and asked what to do. Ying Feihu was unwilling to teach so few people.
As soon as he entered the classroom, before he could get on the simple bed and cover himself with a quilt, Xining was stopped and said nonchalantly: "Then we will count the bottom 100 students."
Looking at the president who lay down after saying that, covered himself with a thin quilt, and closed his eyes to sleep... Hu Liangming puffed up his chest, okay, he stopped the last one hundred people!
By the way, who is he? Don't be stopped inside, run together when the time comes.
In the afternoon after the announcement that day, he sadly ran away with the poor students who were running small stoves after school, with ten kilograms of lead weights tied to each of his legs.
But Ying Feihu was satisfied. This time there were more than thirty people.
Hu Liangming returned to his dormitory at night and fell asleep, exhausted.
