Spirit Boss - 25. Favor (Part 1)

Have not heard.

Wang Xiaoming blinked, “Is there an address?”

Baldao: “Yes. Surrounded by thousands of vampires. Are you going?”

Surrounded by thousands of vampires…?

A gloomy piece in Wang Xiaoming’s mind, “Will they eat me?”

“will not.”

Although Barr denied it, judging from how Wang Xiaoming has been with him these days, there is definitely something to be said.

Sure enough, Bal said: “I won’t eat you, it will tear you apart directly.”

Wang Xiaoming took a breath and said, “I have confidence in Xiang always. He will definitely find that vampire.”

When he went to work in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming walked outside the silver pavilion and suddenly remembered that he still didn’t know how the staff would enter the gate. He looked at the door that was brighter than a light bulb and clearer than a diamond, and said in frustration: “Will I be expelled?”

“No.” Baal calmly said, “We are holding people in our hands.”

…

Although he was very happy that Barr could use the word’we’, he would be even happier if he hadn’t used it in front of the’man in hand’.

There was a sharp brake sound behind him.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head, and a black car rushed towards here at the same speed as the silver-grey sports car yesterday. What was even more surprising was that Wang Xiaoming found that his mind was still as blank as before, and he did not dodge.

The car stopped.

Tao Le got out of the car with a large gauze wrapped around his head, dazzling in the sun. Seeing Wang Xiaoming’s dull face, he couldn’t help but laughed, “I said that a dog can learn how to plan a dog when thrown into the water, why haven’t you learned how to dodge?”

Wang Xiaoming whispered, “Didn’t you stop?”

Tao Le said: “Damn! Are you complaining that I didn’t bump into it?”

“No, I mean, can you take me into the silver pavilion?” Wang Xiaoming showed a nice smile.

Tao Le also followed with a smile, and then constricted and said, “Why?”

“Uh.” Wang Xiaoming lowered his head.

“No, didn’t Ah Xun called me yesterday to say that you were admitted?” Tao Le said, “He won’t let you resign after a phone call, right?”

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and said, “I forgot to ask how to enter the silver pavilion?”

“How did you get in yesterday?” Tao Le frowned. How did he remember that Xiang Wenxun seemed to say that he came in with him?

Wang Xiaoming was startled, and stammered: “That’s it…”

The door opened suddenly and without warning.

Xiang Wenxun was dressed in a gray-blue suit with his collar slightly open, “What a daw. Come in.”

Tao Le joked: “Don’t you always guard yourself like a jade? Why are you willing to untie the top two buttons?”

Xiang Wenxun said: “Because it is annoying to wipe someone’s ass.”

Tao Le heard the smell of gunpowder in his tone and couldn’t help raising his eyebrows.

Xiang Wenxun and he grew up wearing open crotch pants together, and the two are family friends. Later, Xiang Wenxun’s father had to hide abroad because of some problems. Before leaving, he entrusted the Xiang family brothers to the Tao family. His father patted his chest and said that even if Tao Le is not a good tool, Xiang Wenxun and Xiang Wenjie should be pulled out. When he grew up, Xiang Wenxun was indeed prosperous… he was indeed unachievable. Every time his father scolded him, he would use these words to stop him, saying that he had made a curse for the rest of his life. Later, he went abroad for three years under the nose of Xiang Dad, mixed up with a mess of third-rate diplomas and returned to China to prepare for the brilliance. Who knows that after two days at home, he was kicked by his father and family here to give Xiang Wenxun a hand. Here comes-although this start is still nominal. Most of the time, Xiang Wenxun beat him. He got into trouble, Xiang Wenxun cleaned up. For so many years, I have never heard him crying and screaming tired. Today is fresh.

“Axun,” he said seriously, looking at him, “Don’t you have any illness, right?”

“My head is not blooming, what can I do?” Xiang Wenxun winked at Wang Xiaoming, “You come with me.”

Wang Xiaoming immediately lowered his head to keep up.

Tao Le stood there for a while, and then suddenly caught up, clinging to Xiang Wenxun’s ear and said: “What are you going to say? I want to listen.”

“Regarding the specific plans and goals for the cleaning work of the Silver Pavilion within the next year, as well as the detailed personnel arrangements and assignments of the Cleaning Department.” Xiang Wenxun paused, “Do you want to listen?”

Tao Le said: “Don’t be teasing, you can find a newcomer to discuss this kind of thing?”

“Sister Wang is on leave for half a month, and Chu Zhao mentions him as the acting head of the cleaning department.”

“…” Tao Le couldn’t say anything, “Is there any bizarre incident that happened after I crashed yesterday?” Or, Wang Xiaoming, who looked like a mess, was actually the son of a powerful figure who came here for a private visit?

Xiang Wenxun said: “The most bizarre thing after the crash is that Mr. Zhang and you were admitted to the same hospital. It is said that he was transferred to the intensive care unit in less than an hour.”

Tao Le looked at the ceiling and said, “This is indeed a natural disaster.”

“He also has some influence in this city, so be careful.” Xiang Wenxun stopped short.

Tao Le wasn’t happy, “Who let him touch Master Jie? Who in this line doesn’t know that Master Jie is mine? Which hand he touched, I will abolish his hand. The thing under him Once touched, I fucking let him cut off his sons and grandchildren!”

Wang Xiaoming was frightened by the brutality in his words, and couldn’t help but leaned towards Barr.

Xiang Wenxun’s gaze immediately glanced at Baal, then quickly turned away, and said indifferently: “Young Master Jie will become what he is now, I don’t know who caused the damage?”

With a poke in his weakness, Tao Le suddenly wilted.

When Xiang Wenxun led Wang Xiaoming into the elevator, he didn’t murmur happily, “Why is the anger so intense today?”

Xiang Wenxun crouched in the corner as soon as the elevator door closed.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Baer and then at Xiang Wenxun, and couldn’t help asking: “Mr Xiang was busy late yesterday?”

Xiang Wenxun smiled bitterly: “I didn’t sleep all night.”

This kind of brother can’t be found with a lantern. Wang Xiaoming envied the boy who was half-nibbed by the vampire and ran away.

“I have contacted France and Britain.” He rubbed his eyebrows. “He arrived in France two days before being airlifted back, and stayed in a hotel in Lyon for one night. The British school was fully aware of his trip to France. I don’t know. The roommate who lives with him said that he was walking with a blond man. I am looking for a friend to ask him to do a jigsaw puzzle with the blond man…”

Seeing that he was so exhausted that he might fall down at any time, Wang Xiaoming persuaded him: “Would you like to take a break first?”

“No need. I have another meeting to be held in a while.” He looked up, “Are your friends there?”

“Yes, he…”

“Don’t tell him I can’t leave you five meters away.” Barr quickly intercepted his words.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him suspiciously.

“So that it won’t prevent him from doing some intimate actions to you.” Barr considered it very thoughtfully.

But Wang Xiaoming didn’t appreciate his thoughtfulness at all.

Xiang Wenxun couldn’t see Baal, so he could only guess Baal’s dynamics from his expression, “Your friend is unhappy?”

“No, no, he is very happy.” Wang Xiaoming said as he looked at Barr.

Barr gave him one. Where do I look happy?

Although this emotional expression is a bit complicated, Wang Xiaoming understands it. He grinned subconsciously.

Barr frowned. “Can’t you smile better?”

Wang Xiaoming said, “There are inherent restrictions on this.”

“What?” Xiang Wenxun asked.

“I mean, Sister Furong can’t make out Audrey Hepburn’s feeling no matter how she laughs.” Wang Xiaoming guessed that Barr couldn’t understand Sister Furong and Audrey Hepburn, so he muttered not softly.

Although Barr didn’t know who Sister Furong and Audrey Hepburn were, but listening to his tone, he knew that he was rebutting what he had just said, so the backhand was just a shot.

Wang Xiaoming was unprepared, he staggered and threw himself into Xiang Wenxun’s arms.

…

This seems to be the second time.

Wang Xiaoming exited embarrassingly.

Xiang Wenxun glanced at Barr consciously, patted him on the shoulder and said, “Is it all right?”

“It’s okay.” Wang Xiaoming stepped back with a dry smile.

Barr scolded displeasedly: “Idiot, won’t you hang on for a while?”

The elevator suddenly opened.

Wang Xiaoming laughed and said, “Time waits for no one.”

The secretary stood at the door and saw Wang Xiaoming and Xiang Wenxun coming out at the same time. There was a glimmer of sorrow in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal and said: “Just now, Mr. Wang from Tongda Construction called you to ask you to play golf this Saturday, Miss Zhou. Speaking of a banquet on Friday night, I would like to ask if you are free to attend. And…”

“Say these later.” Xiang Wenxun said, “Help me pour a glass of water to the semicircular meeting room.”

The semicircular meeting room is really semicircular.

Sitting across from the long table, Wang Xiaoming looked cautiously at Xiang Wenxun, who slowly took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair.

“Yesterday was too rushed and my thoughts were too messy, so I didn’t have time to say a lot of things. I want to say it solemnly today.” Xiang Wenxun asked, “Your friend is…”

Wang Xiaoming pointed to the seat next to him.

Xiang Wenxun turned his head and said to the position that is air to him: “No matter whether my brother can wake up or not, I owe you a favor.”

The corner of Barr’s mouth hooked. He loves to hear these words.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr’s face, he knew that his old clichés were coming again, and quickly said, “Zong Xiang is too polite.”

“However, Xiang Wenxun has always done one thing, and the other is two. Since I owe favors, I want to know whose favors I owe.”

Seeing Barr’s eyes narrowed, Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help but squeeze a cold sweat for Xiang Wenxun.

Barr raised his eyebrows and said, “What do you want to know?”

Wang Xiaoming said: “Please feel free to ask.”

…

Barr looked at him, “Is that what I said?”

Wang Xiaoming pursed his lips and said, “Uh, as a translator, we must do some artistic processing in due course.”

Xiang Wenxun said, “I would like to ask, what kind of family is your friend?”

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Baer, and seeing that he had no objection, he said: “Fallen Angel.”

“…” This answer obviously went beyond Xiang Wenxun’s expectation, and two exclamation marks flashed in his eyes.