Zhao Hai was stunned for a moment.
I vaguely felt something was wrong, and subconsciously turned around and left.
pity...
late.
Wang Ye smiled and put his hand on Zhao Hai's shoulder very naturally: "I have a little problem with protecting money."
"It's not mine, I want to steal it."
"It's mine, no one can steal it."
"I haven't had time to think about that little thing about you, but you've got my idea in mind."
Zhao Hai felt the increasing strength in Wang Ye's hand, and his brain was running rapidly, but his face still had that indifferent expression.
"I accompanied Zhang Ziliang on the last part of his journey."
"Do you know his last words?"
"Before he died, he told me a lot...about the Tianzhu, about the human race, and about you."
"He said..."
At this moment, Zhao Hai almost completely used his wisdom, looked at Wang Ye clearly and sincerely and said.
"Shut up!"
Wang Ye decisively interrupted Zhao Hai: "Although there is a 90% chance that you made it up, I don't dare to bet. If you make it up to be too sensational, I will lose money."
With that said, Wang Ye decisively closed the warehouse, put away the keys and left.
Zhao Hai looked at Wang Ye's back and spoke again: "Don't you want to see Zhang Ziliang's relics?"
...
Wang Ye paused.
He sighed helplessly. Turning around: "You win."
"Take me there."
Zhao Hai didn't change his expression and walked towards his office, but he felt equally aggrieved in his heart.
What a fool you are...
He actually needs a dead person to cover him.
Even though his Taoist mind is clear now, he can still feel Zhang Ziliang's overlooking him all the time.
It was as if this old fox had been looking down at him.
Tremendous stress.
…
The office that once belonged to Zhang Ziliang.
"It's in the safe, the combination is carved on the table."
Zhao Hai said something and sat on the sofa minding his own business.
Wang Ye was silent.
Enter the password and open the safe. There are only a few paintings inside...
There are no personal belongings, no so-called valuables, and even the paper for drawing is very ordinary.
But these paintings were solemnly stored in a safe by Zhang Ziliang.
first slide...
The prosperous age of imagination.
the second one...
The atmosphere in the capital was solemn.
The third picture...
Li Xinghe.
The fourth picture...
Wang Ye.
Looking at his own photo, Wang Ye took a deep breath.
"Is that all?"
Wang Ye's voice was a little low.
Zhao Hai nodded: "You didn't even draw me!"
"This old fox, won't he leave one for himself before he dies?"
"Haha, I can't tell now whether he is selling his feelings to brainwash me, or..."
"never mind."
Wang Ye carefully put the paintings back into the safe without taking them away, including his own.
when...
If Tianting and Lingshan really hit the Tianzhu headquarters, it means that Wang Ye has died first.
Therefore, this safe is the safest place.
"gone."
"Chat back."
"I need to take away most of those resources. From today on, the gate of hell will not be destroyed, and the heaven and spirit mountain will not appear in the ten cities of Tianzhu."
Don't give Zhao Hai a chance to continue talking.
Wang Ye turned and left.
Disappeared in Tianzhu's elevator.
Zhao Hai looked at Wang Ye's leaving figure, shook his head sadly, and said with some emotion: "Zhang Ziliang, Zhang Ziliang, what a child, your blood is boiling after being fooled by you, even an old man like me wants to bare my arms and have a fight. .”
"If you leave this guy alone, he will definitely be left with nothing but a pile of rags."
Zhao Hai woke up suddenly, and while the elevator door was just about to close, he pressed the elevator button at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
The elevator door opens.
"Anything else?"
Looking at Zhao Hai, Wang Ye was startled.
Zhao Hai rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you want to take another look at Zhang Ziliang?"
“We’ll say goodbye here and there’s no time to come back!”
He said while blocking the elevator door.
After taking over all the information from Zhang Ziliang, he realized how poor Tianzhu was, and it was entirely dependent on Wang Ye's help.
Where the largest amount of funds above goes...
From Li Xinghe.
Like a gold-swallowing beast, this guy took out half of the things in the Tianzhu, exchanged them for food, and distributed them to the people of the ten cities.
It happened to be very covert.
As long as the people can do some small things, such as painting the city walls and repairing the buildings, the problem of food and clothing can be solved.
The Yangtian Group...is difficult.
Although he knew that this was Wang Ye's resource, he had to squeeze in as much as he could. At least he had to survive three eternal nights to give himself room to perform.
Otherwise, there is no bullet in his pocket, and there is nothing he can do even if he fights for his life.
A little capital is always needed.
Zhao Hai was completely unprepared to lose face at this moment.
...
Wang Ye glanced at Zhao Hai helplessly and sighed. Although he knew what Zhao Hai said was right, he still felt a little passive...
Although Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Hai are doing similar things, Zhang Ziliang is very gentle.
He stole his own things silently.
And it’s not for nothing. Occasionally, I even give myself a show to show off my efforts.
Where is Zhao Hai...
Let Zhang Ziliang continue to work hard.
"Although I also think that Zhang Ziliang can put down his face for the sake of resources, but after all, it is his own decision."
"This is the second time you've used his death to trigger my emotions."
"Things can only be done three times."
"One more time and I will kill you."
"Old fox...it's time to rest."
Wang Ye took a deep look at Zhao Hai, spoke word by word, with a serious expression, and pressed the button on the top floor of the elevator.
Zhao Hai smiled helplessly.
If there is a way, why would he consume the dead with his arrogance?
to be honest...
They are all for the Heavenly Group, but the methods are different. Perhaps this is the reason why Zhao Hai is not very popular in Heavenly Court.
No emotional intelligence.
…
Zhang Ziliang was still sitting in the rocking chair, motionless, not even turning his eyes.
"He...needs to eat?"
Wang Ye walked to Zhang Ziliang, seemed to have thought of something, looked at Zhao Hai and asked.
Zhao Hai nodded: "Of course, but to put it bluntly now, he is just a corpse that can open his eyes and breathe. Normally I would consume energy to maintain his body function."
"His body... is too fragile."
Wang Ye sighed and shook his head: "I don't know whether it is good or bad to forcefully pull him out of the coffin."
"I kind of...regret it."
"If there's nothing else, come with me to the warehouse."
Wang Ye is no longer in the mood to stay here. The two coffins have been taken away by Zhao Hai. Now the top floor of Tianzhu has been closed and no one else is allowed to enter or exit. It is regarded as Zhang Ziliang's private space.
Others may not want to see Zhang Ziliang.
Zhang Ziliang... doesn't want other people to disturb him.
