novelraw Chapter 72 I scared him
Chapter 72 I scared him
free!
When a person is born, besides living, what they probably want most is freedom.
However, there are too many temptations in this society.
High-end cosmetics, luxurious residences, cars, and the feeling of being the center of attention.
Therefore, many people sell their freedom to the devil.
Dong Xuan was tempted.
However, a wry smile appeared on his face.
Today's wave of money gave her quite a shock.
But when she thought about the people behind her...
"Senior brother, I... I thank you, but..."
Dong Xuan did not continue.
Qian Lang also began to understand.
Dong Xuan has concerns.
He couldn't help but become curious.
His performance today was already quite impressive; what kind of person could make Dong Xuan still have reservations?
"Who's behind you!"
Qian Lang asked a question.
Dong Xuan looked at Qian Lang, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated. Under Qian Lang's gaze, she finally uttered two words.
"Dong Ping!"
Dong Ping?
Qian Lang frowned and his eyes narrowed.
Is it the Dong Ping he's thinking of?
Does Huayi Shuangwang address Dong Ping as their senior?
Is Dong Ping, who is on par with Han Sanping in Beijing's social circle?
There are many big names in the Beijing entertainment circle, such as Wang Shuo, Zhao Baogang, and Ye Jing. These people certainly have a great influence, but they are getting old and they will become outdated.
The methods used in the 90s may not be as effective in the 21st century.
But Dong Ping is different. This old guy's ability to speculate and profiteer will still be just as formidable 20 years from now.
It's no wonder Dong Xuan had such concerns.
Dong Ping doesn't represent just one person; she represents a group of people.
Qian Lang began to hesitate.
If he offends such a powerful figure, can he still maintain his position in Beijing's social circles?
Or should he go and apologize now?
It would be best to find him a godfather, and then kill him when he gets old?
Qian Lang thought to himself that he almost laughed.
It's just Dong Ping!
For him, he couldn't afford to offend any of the big shots in Beijing's elite circles.
but!
He dares to offend anyone.
Because he was barefoot.
He's already died once; if he dares to risk his life, do they?
Thinking of this, Qian Lang recalled a saying.
He has nothing left to lose!
What does he have to fear!
Qian Lang ignored Dong Xuan and picked up the phone, dialing a number.
The call connected quickly.
"Mr. Han, what's up? The crew is fine. Um, do you have Dong Ping's phone number?"
"Yes, it's Dong Ping."
"I need to speak with him urgently, really urgently. Okay, I'll wait for you!"
Qian Lang hung up the phone.
Dong Xuan's eyes widened again.
President Han?
Is it the CEO Han she knows?
at the same time.
Wang Jianguo returned to the company in a disheveled state.
The top floor of an office building on the East Third Ring Road.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a long corridor covered with dark carpet that made no sound when stepped on.
At the end of the corridor, two dark brown wooden doors were tightly closed, with no markings on them.
Wang Jianguo walked to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked lightly twice.
The door opened, and a young woman in business attire stood in the doorway.
"Is Mr. Dong here?"
Wang Jianguo's voice was a little hoarse.
"Yes, I'll go and inform him first, Mr. Wang, please wait a moment."
The secretary turned and walked inside.
Wang Jianguo stood at the door, watching her back, his palms sweating profusely.
Soon, the secretary came out and stepped aside.
"Mr. Wang, please."
Wang Jianguo went inside.
The office is very large.
It's so big that it doesn't feel like an office, but more like a study.
The floor-to-ceiling window occupies an entire wall, overlooking the bustling traffic of the East Third Ring Road. Sunlight streams in, falling on the dark solid wood floor with a warm glow.
Against the wall was a row of bookshelves that reached the ceiling, filled to the brim with books. Some of the spines were yellowed, clearly having been read many times.
In front of the bookshelf stood a large mahogany desk, on which were the Four Treasures of the Study, with Xuan paper spread out and the ink still wet.
On the other wall hung a calligraphy scroll with only two characters: "敨得" (meaning "willing to give up").
The brushstrokes are vigorous and the ink is of varying shades, clearly showing decades of practice.
The room was filled with a faint scent of ink mixed with sandalwood, making one unconsciously slow down upon entering.
Dong Ping stood in front of the desk.
She was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, with the cuffs rolled up slightly to reveal a section of her wrist.
He was holding a calligraphy brush and writing.
Each stroke was deliberate, slow, and steady.
Wang Jianguo didn't dare to say anything and just stood there.
After writing the last word, Dong Ping straightened up and placed the pen on the pen holder.
He looked down at the words he had just written, nodded slightly, then looked up at Wang Jianguo.
His eyes were calm, as calm as a deep pool of water.
"You're back?"
His voice wasn't loud, but Wang Jianguo's back was sweating again.
"Mr. Dong, I..."
Dong Ping waved her hand, walked to the sofa next to her, and sat down.
The secretary brought in tea, placed it in front of him, then left and closed the door behind her.
Dong Ping picked up her teacup, blew on it gently, and took a sip.
"Speak."
Wang Jianguo stood there, head down, and recounted everything that had happened that day.
He described how Qian Lang refused, how he called "Xiao Zang," how he smashed the ashtray, how he made him kneel, and how he finally kept Dong Xuan.
He spoke in great detail, not daring to omit a single word.
Dong Ping listened without any expression on her face.
After Wang Jianguo finished speaking, the office was quiet for a few seconds.
Then Dong Ping smiled.
"He told you to kneel, did you kneel?"
"I...I'm kneeling."
Dong Ping nodded.
"So what if you knelt? It's not shameful for people to kneel sometimes. What's shameful is kneeling without knowing why. We underestimated you!"
Dong Ping sighed.
"Have you asked Zang Tianshu?"
"I asked him, and he said Qian Lang is a desperate criminal and has probably killed someone on his hands."
Wang Jianguo said with a hint of lingering fear.
Dong Ping's eyes narrowed upon hearing this.
Then he frowned slightly, a little annoyed.
This was truly beyond his expectations.
He wasn't afraid of the other party playing dirty tricks, nor was he afraid of the other party playing ruthlessly; he was only afraid of risking his life.
Just then, his personal cell phone rang on his desk.
Wang Jianguo jogged a few steps and went to get it for him.
Dong Ping took a look and was a little surprised.
Because it was an unknown number, and not many people knew his phone number, he rarely received calls from unknown numbers.
But he answered the call anyway.
"Hello, who is this?"
"you say!"
"Qian Lang, you can't be too arrogant."
"Kill my whole family? Try it."
"Wait, wait, let's talk this out."
"Okay, I'll set up a table to apologize to you!"
. . . . . .
On the other side, Dong Xuan was completely dumbfounded.
What did she just hear?
"Don't mess with me, or I'll kill your whole family."
"Hehe, okay, I'll go try it now."
"This matter cannot be let go. According to the rules of the underworld, you must host a banquet to apologize."
Dong Xuan's heart, which had just been at ease, was now filled with apprehension again.
The fear in his eyes as he looked at Qian Lang intensified.
At this moment, Qian Lang also put down the phone.
Seeing Dong Xuan's gaze, he knew she had misunderstood.
Then he smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Junior, don't overthink it, I was just kidding!"