In Tao Zhu Building, Gu Daoyuan, Hu Buxi and others left the place with dejected faces after seeing Fan Buchou.
They were closely guarded by a team of people, but not all of them were their own. Most of them were assigned by Fan Buchou. His intention was obvious, and he wanted them to rest at home for a while.
Fan Buchou did not directly divest too many of their industries, but he took away some of the backbone of their many business channels.
The remaining businesses still seem to be huge, but in fact, as long as the people who control the backbone want to attack them, they can break their capital chain on the spot. Many of the transformation warriors and gunmen under their command have also been transferred and dispersed. Rearrange everywhere.
The tall building is majestic, and the glass curtain walls are cleaned regularly every week, making them clean and transparent.
Fan Buchou sat on the office chair and said quietly: "This matter has been concluded here. It is up to you to handle Yun Youbai's posthumous affairs. It doesn't have to be too grand, but don't lose face either." .”
Liu Jingtang stood opposite the desk, quite a distance away from Fan Buchou, and nodded expressionlessly.
Fan Buchou added: "I heard that the winner was decided so quickly this time because Min Zhi recruited a new young man named Guan Luoyang. You met him once, and I heard that we even exchanged a move. , what’s your impression?”
"I just had a hasty encounter with him, not a fight. In fact, by the time I got there, it was already too late."
Liu Jingtang's expression moved slightly and he said, "As for your impression of him... What is the origin of this person?"
Liu Jingtang has lived in seclusion these years. Except for people like Fan Buchou who come to see him, he rarely takes the initiative to care about outside affairs. Guan Luoyang's fame only rose in the past month or two. It didn't really reach his ears.
Fan Buchou seemed to have expected it, and said: "What is his origin, will it have a great impact on your evaluation?"
Liu Jingtang's expression remained unchanged and he said indifferently: "If he is alone and has taken refuge under Min Zhi, then I want your permission to ask Min Zhi to set up a trap and send me men to ambush him immediately."
Fan Buchou asked curiously: "Why, just because he killed you in vain? You should know that this matter was Min Zhi's intention. Tracing it to the source can be regarded as my instruction."
Liu Jingtang shook his head: "That's not entirely the reason, it's just because he is too sharp, and Minzhi, although he has read a lot, is still immature and cannot control him."
Fan Buchou nodded, took a folder and gently threw it to Liu Jingtang, saying: "He can't be regarded as seeking refuge alone. This young man also has ambitions and greed. He first rose to power among the lower-level gangs. , and then used wind and thunder to annex the four directions, and also pulled out Yandu's hand, and then entered Minzhi's field of vision."
Liu Jingtang looked through the information and frowned slightly.
"Oh, no one can predict where Gujue's sword will strike, but as he gains ambition, power, and subordinates, his shortcomings will become more and more numerous. This person is not as dangerous as you think."
Fan Buchou was confident and said jokingly, "Besides, although I delegate power, I am not dead after all. Even if Min Zhi is not good enough, how many years do you think I can suppress him?"
Liu Jingtang closed the document and said: "Judging from this information about his style and purpose, the Tao Zhu Group can indeed suppress him and even control him, but I still want to say that you'd better include the plan to kill him. While filing, make thorough preparations.”
Fan Buchou's smile faded a little: "How do you say it?"
"You haven't found out his exact origins yet, but one thing is obvious: he is young enough."
There was a hint of reminiscence in Liu Jingtang's eyes, and his slightly green eyebrows were actually not much older than Fan Minzhi's. "He can kill Yun Laoer right now. Needless to say, who can guess a genius with 100% accuracy?" The rate of progress?”
"Old Mrs. Xi Tan of the Black Spire Club also thought she could control Yan Du. However, when Yan Du was twenty-seven years old, he killed her and succeeded in taking over. A lesson learned from the past can serve as a guide for future generations."
Fan Buchou showed a thoughtful expression, nodded slightly, and said, "It makes sense, I will consider it carefully. Well, you go ahead and do your work first."
Liu Jingtang put the documents on the table and left. His low-heeled black leather boots made a soft sound on the office floor without leaving any trace of dirt.
Fan Buchou looked at the floors he had stepped on, and when he looked away, he could see a few lines of wet and muddy footprints next to them.
It rained outside for a while, and Fan Buchou was sitting here, hearing the sound of rain hitting the glass. When Gu Daoyuan and Hu Buxi came, they were still wet, and there was still mud and water from Bukit Slope under their feet.
None of them had a chance to change clothes, but Liu Jingtang's body was already dry.
Click! !
The office door was closed and Liu Jingtang left.
Fan Buchou's eyes flickered and he whispered to himself: "You mean that the Tao Zhu Group can defeat Luoyang, not me, haha. If a genius with outstanding military skills cannot be controlled, how can you be? Where is my son-in-law?"
If in this era when true spirit machines are gradually becoming the mainstream of high-end machines, if a genius with outstanding military skills cannot be controlled, then if Min Zhi really comes to that critical moment in the future, who will he rely on to balance his brother-in-law?
Fan Buchou picked up the dedicated phone on his desk and gave some instructions to the secretary he arranged next to Fan Minzhi.
"Continue to investigate his origins, find out if he has any relatives or friends...and then carefully explore his hobbies, power, reputation, women...control his contact with talents in reconstructive surgery, especially the experts related to bionic machinery... …”
"In addition, find someone to estimate the data of the world's top bionic machinery. If it goes through these battles since Guan Luoyang's debut, how much damage will it have..."
In twenty minutes, Fan Buchou told him nearly thirty things. In addition to the part about Guan Luoyang, he also had some words about Fan Minzhi and Lang Feiyan for his secretary to convey.
After putting down the phone, Fan Buchou intertwined his hands and placed them on his abdomen. He leaned his upper body back comfortably, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.
"At least, this Guan Luoyang is greedier than you..."
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The day after killing Yun Youbai, Guan Luoyang heard bad news as soon as he came out of the basement.
"President, the expert we contacted before was having too much fun two days ago and injured his hand. He will not be able to perform high-intensity mechanical modification surgery for at least fifty days."
Guan Luoyang said displeased: "Didn't you contact a whole hospital before? He is the only one in the whole hospital who can do this kind of surgery?"
Lao An was also helpless: "In a mechanical modification surgery, there is only one surgeon, but there are twenty or thirty assistants. These people are not ordinary talents. It is great for a hospital to have such a team, otherwise it will be worthless Why is it so high?"
He added, "With our current scale, there are several other companies in Singapore and Malaysia that we can actually talk about, but they are all fully booked and will have to wait until two months later at the earliest."
Guan Luoyang was keenly aware that something was not right, but if this matter was really deliberately targeted by someone, what would be the next move?
Is it possible to send him a group of reformed warriors and insert them into the Shenzhou Jieyi Society?
Because of such doubts, Guan Luoyang was not surprised at all when he received a call from Lang Feiyan a few hours later.
"...Haha, Director Lang is really well informed. This is indeed what happened."
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't add any sand to your business. We are all serious business people."
Lang Feiyan smiled and said, "But sister, I also have investments in some clinics and hospitals privately. Dr. Song's fall has also had some impact on my income. I checked him and found your appointment."
Guan Luoyang made a nasal sound and seemed to be slightly enlightened: "Director Lang is very well-connected in this area?"
"That's a bit of a problem, why are you so anxious to transform your subordinates?"
There was the sound of flipping paper from Lang Feiyan's side, and after a moment, she said, "It's not impossible, I can help you make an appointment for next month, but the number of people may be a bit limited, how about five first?"
Guan Luoyang smiled and said: "Five is fine, the main reason is that my hands are too shabby now. If I have five, I can at least fill up the scene."
Lang Feiyan smiled and said, "Okay, Minzhi sent someone to talk to you about some of Yun Laoer's business. I will add this item to them. When the time comes, you will have someone under your command to talk to them in detail."
After Guan Luoyang thanked him, he hung up the phone with a sneer on his face.
In the days that followed, Shenzhou Jieyi Club was once again busy and busy. Their business and manpower expanded again. After gaining enough fame, there was an endless stream of people coming to apply for jobs.
There are many young and middle-aged elites with great talents and experience who have jumped directly from their original industries to come here.
The market they occupy is large enough, but the original manpower is simply too busy. When many people come to apply for jobs, they aim for management positions.
With Lao An's talents, it is enough for him to be busy with his own accounting work, but his understanding of other aspects is definitely not an expert, and he cannot even make an accurate assessment of their abilities.
It was Guan Luoyang who came forward and directly borrowed a group of interviewers from Tao Zhu Group from Fan Minzhi and others.
Guan Luoyang doesn't care how many of these people are sincerely looking for jobs, and how many are just working as nails under the instructions of others. What he cares about is whether the backgrounds of these people can be considered clean.
In Singapore and Macao, having dealt with gangs is a common phenomenon, and this cannot be used as a criterion for recruiting people.
The so-called cleanness means that the bottom line is set to a very low level, and it only requires that they have not committed any crime that would carry a severe sentence.
The investigation and research in this area must of course be completed by a group of people that Guan Luoyang trusts more, but in fact, such a high-profile investigation into the financial background of a large number of people is also to cover up some small actions.
In those dark corners, some records that have been regarded as past events, that people have taken for granted, turned a blind eye to, have been dealt with, and no longer care about, are summarized in Guan Luoyang's hands.
Cold basement, zero degrees Celsius temperature.
On the short bed, Guan Luoyang flipped through the printed materials, stale newspapers, and scrapped files one by one.
Shocking and bloody incidents, one after another, are displayed on the printed paper. Someone even filled in the handwriting with a ballpoint pen.
There is a young woman's autobiography in it.
That was five or six years ago. Her father, because he published a report on the trading of human organs, wanted to ask those people who lost their lives out of ignorance and were even forced to have their organs harvested to get a little justice, but the result was Targeted by gang members.
Thorns made of steel wire tied up her father's body. A child in his early ten years cut open her father's belly with a knife on the dirty concrete shore, letting the hot blood flow into the seawater, and then drove her The father ran in the direction of his home.
This matter was regarded by the gang leader as a random choice to train his son.
All of this was filmed on a videotape and sent to her home. Just reading the text, one can imagine her heart-breaking grief and rage.
Such a cruel tragedy was enough for her to take any action.
But a few years have passed, and the last thing left by her family may be most of the notes that fell into Guan Luoyang's hands.
Guan Luoyang read most of this short note for a long time before continuing to flip through it.
He had already guessed that almost none of the upper echelons of the Tao Zhu Group deserved to die, but he was just a common man after all.
The murderous intention caused by speculation and inference, and the anger that burns out of the bone marrow little by little after seeing the actual records, are still completely different after all.
The identity of the murderer is really easy to guess.
Taking all the clues in hand, each one can directly point to a person in the upper echelon of Tao Zhu Group, Fan Buchou, Fan Minzhi, Yun Youbai, Gu Daoyuan... Even those with a lower position than them are just this person. A piece of information can cover hundreds of individuals.
The current scale of Shenzhou Jieyi Society is not small, but it is by no means too high. What Guan Luoyang can order people to find out is definitely not everything they have done. It is true that it is only one tenth of it. It's an exaggeration.
This southwestern community, home to nearly a million people, looks green with trees, smooth roads, high walls and orderly.
But after reading the information in his hand, Guan Luoyang felt as if he had spied a majestic and huge nest from a deep and dark cave.
He vaguely felt that maybe what was outside this basement was not the steel jungle or the bustling urban area, but the twisted iron cage in the shadows and the blood stains pressed into the ground.
People who are unable to change can only hold on to the little hope of their own survival and walk in such darkness with difficulty.
And higher than where they were, layer by layer, gold was squeezed out of the blood, gems were pulled out of the bones by pliers, and layer by layer they were decorated with magnificent enjoyment.
On the high platform with only half a mask, the evil spirits held up their gloriously decorated wine glasses, waiting for the next celebration.
In the city of men, the devil is on high.
Such decadence and horror are nothing less than that of the late Qing Dynasty.
Even Guan Luoyang knows more now.
With his mouth closed, his teeth that could cut through steel could bite up and down, and he could send out the sound without moving even a millimeter, just like a body sharpened by a sword.
He also gradually closed his eyes, hiding his eyes and restraining his anger.
These things should not be vented in the cold and innocent air of this basement.
The hot madness was restrained and gathered by Guan Luoyang.
The power of the mind is like a ferocious beast eager to escape from its cage, stimulating the body and colliding with the vitality.
The reason why Guan Luoyang was so hesitant to choose was that he was only one step away from "taking advantage of the trend" because he had not thought about what kind of trend he most deeply and wanted to experience.
But this resentful thought left him in no mood to think slowly, and directly crushed his hesitation, and the blue bird's vitality was violently impacted.
As a result, there was a deeper remnant that was burned out.
A fragmented and sharp halo appeared in the vitality, rising unfettered across layers of flesh and blood and into the brain.
The fragments of the true form of the Blue Bird, after thousands of years of wear and tear, have become so damaged that they can no longer be used to complete a round of cultivation.
But these remaining things have now become the best raw materials. Guan Luoyang's perseverance in practice has unconsciously forged them into a shape that suits him best.
That is the context after the new creation of the skill, and it is also related to Luoyang's determination, his decision at the moment, and his momentum.
——If demons and evil spirits all live high in the sky, then I will come from the most ordinary and vast dust...
"Up! Poor! Bi! Down!!!"
