Dongfang Jing, who has almost been forgotten by the Beijing dandy circle, has become more and more feminine, more or less because he has lost his balls.

The loss of masculinity leads to a major change in personality, which is reasonable.

Seeing that it was the call from the bastard who had dreamed of cutting him into pieces, Dongfang Jing suppressed his anger and said in a chick voice: "My surname is Chen, I really didn't expect you to remember me. What happened? Have you found that doctor?"

"Not yet." Brother Lang called out, "Last time I heard that she was in Southeast Asia, but it was too late for me to arrive. I don't know where she went now. Some people said they went to South Africa, some people said they went to Eastern Europe, and they had hired a lot of people to look for it. My son, please rest assured. I said that I would cure your place within a year, and I would never go back on my word."

"Call me in the middle of the night, are you talking about this?" Dongfang Jing almost cursed. With his previous personality, he had already started to curse.

If you didn't find me, what are you talking about calling me?

What labor and capital want is the result, and the process is no matter what you do.

Brother Lang, who had drunk a lot of alcohol, was already sleepy and no longer sloppy. After yawning, he asked, "That's not exactly. I want to ask Mr. Jing about someone, how is Gu Xiaole?"

"Did you recruit him?" Dongfang Jing is not unfamiliar with Gu Xiaole. He is an alien in the circle of playboys in the capital. He is a dark and tolerant person and can be said to be indifferent to his work. So far, he has never done anything out of the ordinary.

It’s not that I really didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, but on the contrary, I just didn’t leave any handles when I did anything without any leakage.

Brother Lang shook his head vigorously, "How is that possible? Do you think I have a strong family background as yours, and you will just take it if you don't like anyone else. He just came to the No. 1 bar to drink, which was a bit too arrogant. I am not familiar with him. If you ask others, they dare not tell me the weight of this guy. If you don't ask Mr. Jing for inquiries. If you really can't afford to offend, you'll come to the door to apologize tomorrow?"

"Your labor and capital have eye pills. You dare to offend me. Are you still afraid of someone?" Hu Guihou, Dongfang Jing was still very angry.

Not only do you carry your green hands, but you are also kicked out of your way, and you may not come to apologize.

If you apologize to third-rate guys like Gu Xiaole, how can you bear the face of the labor and capital?

Brother Lang ignored Dongfang Bubai's sarcasm and said, "Young Master Jing, let me tell you something! Don't just press any shit on my head. Calm down and think about it yourself, did I really offend you?

No matter whether it is Boss Zhuang or Beihai, I didn’t do it.

To be honest, I am eighteen years old, and boss Zhuang is twenty-six or seven years old, and we are almost ten years older. As a traditional concept, it doesn’t matter if the man is older than the woman is over ten years old. But if the woman is over ten years old, this will be subject to a lot of criticism, or even moral condemnation.

Under my conditions, I don’t need to rely on anyone to cling to?

Let’s talk about Beihai again. Mr. Jing, please ask with your conscience. Did I instruct or move it at that time?

Young Master Jing, I know that the reason why you have a lot of prejudice against me is that I have risen too quickly from being your follower to being out of your control.

It is precisely because of this mentality that you are getting deeper and deeper.

I can tell you very responsibly that if you could treat me as a friend at the beginning, with my kindness of repaying me with a spring of water, what kind of height would you say you would be today?

Fortunately, it is not yet salvageable.

Do you understand what I said?"

"After a long circle, I just want me to help you. However, I, the most evil young man in the capital, seem to be out of date. I don't have that great ability to help you, the richest man in China." Dongfang Jing didn't want to wade into this muddy water, it was not that he was also afraid of provoking Gu Xiaole, but it was completely unnecessary.

Many people don’t know that Gu Xiaole has an uncle with a very powerful identity, but he knows that provoking such people will cause endless trouble in the future.

Besides, if he doesn't have enough chips worth wading through this muddy water, he will never cause trouble for himself.

"I really don't want to be the richest in Asia? If you are interested, I think you can make you the world's attention." People like Dongfang Jing who have never lacked food, drink and money since childhood are the most lacking in reputation that is proud enough. Brother Lang thinks that he can help Dongfang Jing and make this evil young man the richest in Asia and even the East.

"You mean to give me all the industries under your jurisdiction?" Dongfang Jing was indeed very concerned about this false reputation and immediately became interested.

Brother Lang said angrily: "Young Master Jing is really good at joking. How can you give it to you for nothing? If you have enough money, I don't mind transferring it to you. If it's just for the sake of fame, I can draw a contract. In terms of reputation, you are the real boss of all my industries."

"Condition?" Dongfang Jing agreed. He needed to make a name for himself. Since the balls exploded, his reputation as the most evil young man in the capital has gradually faded away from him.

"I hope my uncle can stare at Gu Ji. After all, he has some important position in the Black Water Corps. If his nephew has requests, how could he ignore it?"

"Hmph, Shen Lang, you still underestimated Gu Xiaole's darkness. His tricks are not something you can imagine. If you don't believe it, let's make a bet. I can guarantee that he will deal with you in a place you unexpectedly." After saying that, Dongfang Jing hung up the phone.

"Thank you for your reminder." Brother Lang murmured at the blind phone, then threw the phone aside and fell on the sofa to squint his eyes.

Although his head was dizzy, he was not sleepy. He was wondering what Gu Xiaole would do next.

For the matter tonight, even if Cai Anbang doesn't have the unreasonable trouble, Gu Xiaole will still cause trouble for himself from other aspects.

Brother Lang even seriously suspected that this is Gu Xiaole behind Bai Feng.

After all, I blame myself for being too young and too popular. Not long after I came to the capital, I cut back three feet away from the former evil young man in the capital, and lost a layer of skin to the dandy circle, and specifically cured disobedience, etc.

To put it bluntly, some people are afraid that they will touch their interests sooner or later, so it will be a matter of time before they take action against themselves.

That guy Gu Xiaole has already made it clear that he will not attack him.

After all, the direct relatives are all in the suburbs. Liujia Village, where the general dismounts from the horse and civil servants, is there, so there is no need to worry about safety issues at all.

Then, the one who needs to be considered carefully is the family of grandfather.

What made Brother Lang most worried is that his cousin's two products are more worried than the other, especially his cousin Su Jie, who is definitely a gold medalist.

As he thought about it, Brother Lang gradually fell asleep.

But not long after, his cell phone rang and he picked it up:

"Friend Shen Ben, can you give me one million..."

This is a phone call from South Africa, the black friend who only met Lang Ge and had a big deal for Lang Ge.

His country suddenly started a civil war.

And it was a civil war between his father and his uncle. Due to the sudden civil war, his father was caught off guard and I was defeated step by step.

At present, I have retreated to a primitive tribe, and those who are short of food and gold have not had any meals, so it is even more impossible to get them back.

So he remembered the rich and generous classmate in China, trying to see if he could get the financial support of this classmate.

Because the other party's Mandarin is not standard, Brother Lang thought someone was teasing him and thought he was urging: "I am your father. I just kept asking for one million in the middle of the night."

"..." Neyalon.

"I am Neyaron, my friend Shen. I need your help urgently now, please be sure to help me."

Brother Lang said coldly: "No matter who you are, think clearly about your posture and call back."

Of course, Brother Lang knew who Neyaron was, but he didn’t like the attitude of his black classmates.

How about asking for help from labor and capital, and you still need to help?

You are my son, am I obliged to help you?

Not long after, Neyaron called Brother Lang again. This time he organized his language and did not dare to be self-righteous anymore. He said, "Mr. Chen, this is the case. Our country is in a civil war now. Due to the shortage of funds, I want to borrow some money from you, okay?"

"Didn't you give it to you last time? Why did you spend it all?" The nature of black people is typical of putting the life of salted fish first, and Brother Lang knows this very well.

He has a lot of money, not to mention one million, one hundred billion can be borrowed.

The problem is that if you borrow it, you can't get it back, and your money is not blown by the strong wind, so you don't want to do anything for free.

"It's been used up long ago. Mr. Chen, you may not understand the national conditions of our country. Natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the crops are not harvested. The money you gave last time was spent in just a few days." Look, the black classmate said so well-soundingly that he spent money.

This cannot be blamed on him, but he is born lazy. He has a meal today and will never work even if he beats him to death.

As for whether you will go hungry tomorrow, I will talk about it tomorrow.

"Will you go to grow crops?" Brother Lang was very suspicious of the black classmates' excuses.

"Yes, we all grow corn, potatoes, etc., but we don't have much time to pay attention to it, so we don't have the harvest." Black students are still very honest in this regard. The crops are indeed planted, but they are all self-destructive. It is called strong vitality to germinate and survive. If they do not germinate or withering pests, it is a natural disaster.

Brother Lang was really powerless to complain about such a prince. He said: "I can borrow 10 million US dollars to you, but my money was not blown by the strong wind. Considering your repayment ability, tell me what you should use as collateral?"

"This..." The black classmate had a headache. His country was so poor that he had nothing valuable except for a large area of ​​wilderness.

"Why don't we wait for the civil war to calm down and we go fishing and pay off our debts?"

His country is a coastal country, and its aquatic resources are not very abundant. He can be picked up by the beach, but no one here likes to eat it.

"Who are you selling fish to? People in your country eat fish?"

“We like to eat meat, not fish.”

"That's it. You don't eat anything yourself, so you can sell it to ghosts? Don't tell me about buying a boat or something. Don't talk nonsense to me about those unrealistic things. Do you have a mine in your country?"

"Is there any?" The black classmate answered unsure.

Brother Lang no longer has the patience to talk to this guy, "Why not do this? I will buy your country's land with a price of 10 million US dollars. How much do you think I can give it to me?"

"Boss Shen, if you give me a hundred million US dollars, I think you can give you one-third of the land." The black classmate had already made up his mind, which was to sell the land in the coastal areas to Boss Shen.

In his country, the least valuable thing is seafood. Usually there is no personal figure in this kind of place. On the surface, it is a vast land, but in fact it is an unnecessary waste to their country.

"Okay, I'll go to the notary office to draw a contract tomorrow. When the contract is drafted, I'll send you money immediately after signing the notary or something else. It's too late, goodbye." After hanging up the phone, Brother Lang had a bold and grand idea in his mind. If the country of black friends will eventually become his own land.

By then, I will be the new king of the country, and the system and order will be determined by myself.

Ahem, it seems that the three thousand beauties in the harem are OK!

When Brother Lang woke up the next day, when he was about to go to the notary office, the old mother called him. He first asked about his long and short questions and was concerned, and then he said that your aunt, aunt and cousin went to a small country in South Africa.

My aunt went as a volunteer, my aunt went as a war correspondent, and my cousin went for a free trip.

At first, Brother Lang didn't react and said perfunctorily that this would be fine, and he would take the gold plating and then he could directly upgrade to another level after he came back.

"We don't want to rely on this kind of opportunity to advance with the risk. Langer, you don't know. I heard that the country called Guineakuyuan is fighting, and it is very dangerous. I persuaded you all the way, but your aunt and your aunt just don't listen. It's good to go out to see the world. After the gilded back, you can't run away from the position of the dean and the director.

The problem is, if you say something unlucky, if you come back without a life, it would be useless to give a king's place?"

My mother's complaint made Brother Lang feel excited. However, he quickly and calmly asked in a relaxed tone: "Mom, when did you go there? I don't tell me in advance, so I can go back to see them off."

"I'm so anxious. I just got on the plane and I went to deliver it. I heard that it was a temporary decision. I rushed to the airport to board the plane before I even had time to clean up the gift." Zhang Xinyue had already arrived at her father's door, "Okay, Lang'er, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to do your grandfather's ideological work, otherwise he will be unhappy."
To be continued...