Chapter 93 The master Xing

In Fengbei Longxing Pharmaceutical Company Building, in the office of the assistant general manager, a young man with white skin and handsome face, who is combed for three to seven minutes, is staring at the computer at the moment, carefully revising the report of restructuring the drug production line.

There was a knock on the door, and the young man raised his head and shouted: "Enter." The

door opened, and a beautiful secretary with a dignified face reminded with a smile: "General Xing, the president and the manager are back, and go to the small meeting room on the top floor."

"I'm back?" The young man stood up and greeted for a moment, "Quickly, help me print the report, and I'll go into the house and change my clothes."

"Okay." The secretary nodded.

The young man hurriedly pushed aside the office chair and ran into the rest room to change clothes.

He is the third son of Longxing Pharmaceutical, named Xing Zihao. He is 24 years old and has just graduated from an aristocratic university in District 7. He is currently an assistant to the general manager of a family company. This Longxing company is Yuan Hua's largest in Fengbei. relationship.

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About twenty minutes later, Xing Zihao changed his valuable white suit to the ordinary work clothes of the company, and put on a more rigid tie. Then he asked the secretary: "How do you look?" "

Very good." The secretary covered her mouth with a smile: "It's just looking too low-key, not like your style."

"Old man eats this set." Xing Zihao grinned, and reached out and picked up the printed report on the table: "You book a better western restaurant. I might take the old man over in a while."

"I see." The secretary nodded again.

After Xing Zihao gave the explanation, with the report in his hand, he strode out of the office.

Small meeting room on the top floor of the building.

A middle-aged man with a wealthy appearance, sitting on the sofa, bowed his head and drank a sip of tea, then waved his hand and said to a dozen executives: "Tell Pete in, you go out first, and have a meeting tomorrow."

"Okay, President Xing. "

Everyone bowed and nodded in unison, each holding reports and documents that had been prepared for a long time, and turned around and left quickly.

About five minutes later, as soon as a foreigner wearing a leather jacket entered the room and sat down,

Xing Zihao pushed the door and walked in. He shouted in spring breeze: "Dad, second brother, Director Pete." Mr. Xing raised his head and glanced at his third son. He only nodded slightly and asked, "Are you still in the company?"

Xing Zihao nodded and smiled: "There have been a lot of things recently, I'm working overtime."

Xing Zong planted his palm and joked softly, "Don't you." I only worked overtime when I heard that I came back."

"Dad, can't you dismantle my station?" Xingzi scratched his head shyly.

"Are you doing something?" The second child of the Xing family, who was sitting on the left, asked softly.

"Ah, something." Xing Zihao heard the report and passed the report to his father. He sat on the sofa and said: "Recently, I often go to the workshop and observe the production line. I found that our company's equipment is old, which leads to manpower. The cost is very high, so..." Mr.

Xing picked up the report easily, glanced down at the cover title and replied: "Equipment replacement, I have considered. Okay, I will look back."

"Dad, I did this equipment report. For a long time, I also conducted research and even contacted several companies that provided equipment..." Xing Zihao opened his mouth to explain.

President Xing put down the report, looked up at the foreigner and asked, "Pete, has Zirong mentioned the replacement of the equipment in the second plant?"

"That's it, the report he gave is perfect," the foreigner said with a thumbs up: "It looks like a god made it."

Xing Zi was stunned.

"Haha." Mr. Xing smiled, pointing to his third son and said: "You and your eldest brother thought about going together. Okay, let's put the report here. I will look back."

"Ah!" Xing Zihao held back his face for a long time. Nodded in red.

"You go out first, let's talk about something." Xing Zong greeted softly.

Xing Zihao stood up slowly, and smiled and asked, "Dad, shall we have a meal tonight?"

President Xing pondered for a while, looked down at his watch and said, "No, the three of us will take a bath in a while. Just eat anything you like."

"Okay," Xing Zihao said with a smile, "Then you guys get busy."

"Yeah." Xing nodded and turned to look at his second son: "You follow the train of thought just now. Go on, the new medicine..."

Xing Zihao glanced at the three of them, turned and left, but at this moment the smile on his face was replaced by a gloomy expression.

At the door, the secretary who had been waiting for a long time saw Xing Zihao come out, and immediately asked with a smile: "Have you handed in the report? The boss is very happy, right?"

Xing Zihao suddenly turned his head, his eyes flushed and asked: "This is what you should do. Worry about it?"

The secretary shut up immediately.

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In two hours.

In a high-end apartment building in Fengbei, Xing Zihao took the stock solution of neuromedicine produced by his drug company and plunged his head into his arm with a syringe.

"Uh...!"

Xing Zihao closed his eyes and inhaled into his chest with trembling arms.

A few seconds later, he lay on the sofa with a bang, convulsing all over.

After I don't know how long, the door opened, and a young and beautiful girl walked in with a lot of things in her hand and said: "Oh, husband, I'm so sorry, I just sent my mother back to the hospital... "

Xing Zihao looked at the girl with a dull gaze, and suddenly grinned: "It's okay, come here."

The girl immediately put down what she was holding, changed her slippers and ran over, pulling Xing Zihao's arm and asked. "Have you eaten, baby?"

Xing Zihao put his arms around the girl's neck, and suddenly asked, "I just took a bath and saw a male disposable razor in the trash can. Whose?"

The girl was taken aback. "My dad, he lived here with my mother yesterday."

"I called you last night, why didn't you answer?" Xing Zihao gently pinched the girl's neck and asked, "You lied. Me?"

"I didn't..."

"What the hell are you, let me wait for an hour and a half? Are you still picking up someone at home?!"

"My mother is going to see a doctor, so they came, yesterday. They really stayed here late."

"Bah!"

Xing Zihao pinched the girl's neck with his left hand, raised his right arm and punched her in the face: "Damn, you let me wait? Why are you? Let me wait, ah?!"

The girl's beaten nostrils were bleeding, howling and shoving Xing Zihao: "Are you crazy? They really came last night, my phone is dead, don't believe you call my dad . " "

push me? stubborn mouth? you do not know your swing position, is not it? "

Xing Zihao really went crazy, venting all the unhappiness in his heart on the girl, waving his fists like a beast.

The girl resisted at first, but after receiving heavy blows to the head, the whole person was dumbfounded. She instinctively covered the vital points with her arms, and let her fists drop like rain.

Xing Zihao fought for a full seven or eight minutes, and the whole person felt a little weakened, inhaling with hollow eyes, and sitting on the ground covered in blood.

The girl's entire face was swollen like a pig's head, and it took a long time before she cried and said: "It's really my parents here... if you don't believe you, call them."

"I'll hit NM!" Xing Zi stood up swayingly. , The anger in his chest diminished slightly: "There is money in the bedside table, take it and roll it."

"What do you mean?"

"I've done enough, and I will live in this house tomorrow." Xing Zihao picked up the pink jacket and left. .

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Downstairs.

As soon as Xing Zihao got into the car, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Shao Xing, I am Songjiang Yongdong."

"I have something to say." Xing Zihao lowered his head and took out the cigarette case, responding in a lukewarm voice.

"An important person ran here in Songjiang. Maybe he went to Fengbei." Yongdong replied politely: "Mr. Yuan meant to let me pass. Please help."

"Come on and call me ." Right." Xing Zihao replied and hung up the phone.

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Songjiang.

Sitting in the car, Yongdong frowned and asked at the co-pilot's attendant: "Are you sure he went to Fengbei?"

"Not particularly sure." The attendant responded cautiously: "I asked some acquaintances around Xiaoqu. When asked, he has a friend in Fengbei, and the relationship is very good. He must not be able to stay in Songjiang now, so it is very likely that he will go to Fengbei."

Yongdong thought for a while: "You continue to inquire, let's go to Fengbei first. ""

"Good." The attendant nodded.

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At about 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, Qin Yu, Lao Mao, and Guan Qi came out from Fengbei Station.