Chapter 133 Long Story Short

"This..." Song Jingyun scratched his head, "This matter is a bit complicated, it's hard to explain in one sentence. It's a long story."

Quan Heng nodded: "Then let's make it short."

Song Jingyun: "..."

I am convinced.

"I am a member of the Song family, the last branch of the Yan family, and the last of us.

"You should have guessed this. Later, I was taken away by the group of people in Nirvana. Six years ago, I got rid of control and was rescued by my master."

Song Jingyun tapped his temple with his right index finger and said:

"But in Nirvana, they have a magic weapon called [Brain Needle], which can directly penetrate the brain, seal memory, control sensibility, and make people extremely indifferent or irrational, all depending on the specific spell.

"Later, I tried my best to pull out the silver needle. Although I didn't recover the specific memories of those years, at least I recovered as a human being.

"It's just that when I'm stimulated or want to recall the past, it hurts a lot. ”

Another six years ago...

Quan Heng nodded and said nothing more.

"By the way, why do you ask this?" Song Jingyun said.

"It's not a big deal." Quan Heng said, "By the way, when Xiaoting is discharged from the hospital, do you want to come to Lanzhuang to sit down?"

Song Jingyun: "Lanzhuang...?"

"It's the mansion my mother left me. It's on the mountain. The environment is very good and the scenery is beautiful."

"Okay, I will definitely go and see it when this kid is discharged from the hospital."

"Well, let's do this for now."

Quan Heng nodded, and Ah Cheng, who had stopped by the side after rushing over, approached and whispered a few words.

"I have something to do now, so I'll go and deal with it first. Taoist priest, go first."

Song Jingyun knew that the head of Wugang was busy and didn't want to delay, so he nodded and left first.

"Boss, time is almost up."

"Let's go. "Quan Heng said.

...

"At the Jewelry Gathering Exhibition, I didn't expect to see antique high-end beads displayed like a vegetable market. It's really eye-opening. It's all thanks to Boss Heng!"

At the table, only Quan Heng changed his drink to tea because of his stomach disease, while the others drank white wine honestly.

Many people have been drunk by now.

Today, we are discussing the issue of routes. Quan Heng is the most powerful, and many people here want to share a share of Wugang.

After all, with the blessing of money and power, demand can be created even without demand.

And the opportunities brought by demand are greater power and more money.

"Bosses, drink to your heart's content. "

Huo Xiaoxiao, who came with Quan Heng, came from the merged Modern Rose.

After getting up, she flattered everyone and was very comfortable with the situation. She only looked at Quan Heng who was sitting at the main seat when she was a little tired.

Quan Heng seemed to have drunk some wine. It was not that he was deliberately embarrassed by others, but he gave everyone face.

The feeling of drifting in the night, hazy and drunk, like sleeping, like a butterfly in a dream.

It was as fragile as a dream in a light sleep, which could be disillusioned at any time.

Quan Heng noticed it and looked at her with a questioning look: What's wrong?

Huo Xiaoxiao didn't dare to look at her any more, and quickly retracted her gaze and focused her attention on the wine table.

Even if she was drunk, so what?

It's like a lion lying there lazily. It seems very gentle, but it may suddenly stand up and bite you at any time. Neck.

That is a kind of shadow-like terror brought about by the excessive disparity in power.

Moreover, Quan Heng performed impeccably, whether it was drinking tea calmly and elegantly, or negotiating and making decisions neatly and cleanly, all of which showed a kind of swift and decisive elegance.

This is the superior.

When the wine was flowing and the atmosphere became quiet, the person guarding the door took the initiative to enter and delivered the words just right so that Quan Heng and the others could walk out smoothly.

This is also a skill.

The person who received the wine should not be too far away from the door, and should not deliberately observe the movements and expressions in the room.

Some expressions and movements can show how far the conversation has progressed.

The leader will come out by himself or look outside, and you can tell when he has entered with a keen eye.

"Are you tired?" Quan Heng looked at Huo Xiaoxiao.

"To be honest, boss."

Huo Xiaoxiao covered her face and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I actually hate drinking parties."

Quan Heng said appropriately: "Well? "

"My father has taken me to many drinking parties since I was a child. Every time he got drunk and shouted.

"But on the way back, his eyes changed from blurred to looking out the window with an unspeakable silence. Occasionally, he lit a cigarette, took a puff and exhaled. In the mist, it seemed that the truth on the table was finally revealed.

"I also learned a lot of skills in judging people and arguing, but I still hate this kind of drinking party. Hypocrisy will make my heart dusty, pollute my ideals, and degenerate my soul, just like my father."

Huo Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly:

"Although I will reflect on myself all the time, I still can't avoid falling into self-righteous arrogance, even if he was once loyal, hardworking, and down-to-earth. "