Chapter 223 No Buying and Selling, No Killing

In the western suburbs of Xucheng, near Huangwu Mountain, there is a group of buildings. The area is heavily guarded. Most pedestrians avoid this place because there are several prisons and detention centers nearby.

If a car is parked at the door, it must be picking someone up from jail.

After Luo Qiao finished all the formalities and walked out of the door, he saw Zhuang Buyuan waiting outside.

"Chairman, thank you!" Luo Qiao bowed deeply to Zhuang Buyuan. He straightened up and said to Zhuang Buyuan: "I will definitely try my best to prove my worth and lead the Xucheng Tunnel Construction to work hard. We will definitely not fall behind the State Construction Group.”

Zhuang Buyuan was just about to hand over the card in his hand when he was stunned when he heard this.

Did you misunderstand something?

Then Zhuang Buyuan took out the card and took a photo. His hand immediately stopped. He found that another red outline appeared on Mr. Luo's body.

It is the so-called "futile rebellious line", and the other party has a rebellious mentality towards him.

Hey, I got him out of prison, but why did he become "rebellious"?

Isn't this wrong?

When rice rises and rice rises, rice grudges fight rice and hatred?

ungrateful?

Rebellious guy?

White-eyed wolf?

Zhuang Buyuan's mood was simply indescribable. Several adjectives flashed through his mind.

But Luo Qiao didn't feel this way at all. He opened the car door very consciously and got in.

"Chairman, should we go back to the construction of the Xucheng Tunnel now?" After getting in the car, Luo Qiao respectfully asked Zhuang Buyuan, "We don't have much time left, and the tunnel construction must start as soon as possible."

"You don't have to think about this now, just have a good rest." Zhuang Buyuan rubbed his brows.

“I don’t have to take a break, I can start working anytime.”

Zhuang Buyuan really couldn't bear to say, in fact, I really don't need you to help me dig a tunnel.

"Chairman, you spent so much money on me, I can't let you lose money, right?"

As he spoke, Luo Qiao straightened his back and took a deep breath.

The momentum that had been polished away by successive court trials and jail time came back again. In front of Zhuang Buyuan was an old man who was sharp-edged and extremely confident.

Zhuang Buyuan admires such a Luo Qiao, but the problem is that such a Luo Qiao is not of use to him at all.

He somewhat understood why Luo Qiao had a rebellious attitude. Strictly speaking, this was not a rebellious attitude. Zhuang Buyuan was convinced that even if others spent several times the money to dig, Luo Qiao would not betray him. After all, Zhuang Buyuan helped him at the most critical moment and saved him from jail.

At Luo Qiao's age, how many five years can he still have to waste?

And without a career, can he survive five years?

However, Luo Qiao has nothing now. This is Luo Qiao's only remaining pride, and it is also the only thing that has not been erased.

You spent 100 million, I will not let you lose money, I will try my best to make your money back and prove my worth!

Even if I am exhausted, I still want to prove that I, Luo Qiao, have not aged, and that I, Luo Qiao, still have my own value.

I, Luo Qiao, am a principled, capable, capable and conscientious person.

But he didn't know that what Zhuang Buyuan needed now was neither his stubbornness nor his confidence.

At this moment, the manor's prompt message appeared: "Activate one of the achievements of 'Cruel Suppression': You face future servants who are blindly confident and feel good about themselves. Suppress them in the most brutal way to make them realize their Small, crawling at your feet, trembling, crying... Currently 1/10 of the times have been suppressed. Counting rules: You want to accept the other party as a servant, but the counting starts when the other party refuses to accept. Completion of the achievement rewards brutal skills: A brutal slap in the face from the owner of the manor.”

"The manor owner's brutal slap in the face: the manor owner's attack skills. At any time, the manor owner can slap the opponent with amazing momentum. Through the terrifying momentum, the opponent loses the ability to dodge and resist. The hit rate is extremely high, causing physical damage to the enemy. and a brutal blow to the soul.”

It’s a skill that seems to have no desire to complain. What’s the use of it! I'm not a slap-in-the-face maniac!

Could it be that when the manor owners and the industrialists were at war, they all relied on round slaps in the face? No wonder we lost in the end!

I always feel that the style of painting is getting more and more wrong. Whose bad taste is this?

Who left this manor behind?

Zhuang Buyuan began to think about whether he should go to the gym to train his muscles and increase the attack power of his slaps.

As for the 1 time that has been counted, it should be the last time he suppressed Mr. Xu. As for other people who have been slapped in the face before, such as Jia Yelian, who have bad character, Zhuang Buyuan has no intention of accepting them as his servants. .

The consequences of people with bad conduct like Zhang Zhengxiong are still vivid in our minds.

"The fallen dragons are about to invade the manor. Now, the attack skills are quite good, but..." Zhuang Buyuan covered his face and groaned: "I really don't want to be such a bad person..."

Why is there always a feeling of going further and further down the cruel road?

"Chairman, what did you say?" Luo Qiao had no idea what kind of cruel fate he was about to face. He said in a deep voice, "I have thought about it. Although the situation is very serious now, it is not impossible. As long as we give up some of our benefits, It can attract investment. We can set up a new company in the same way as AB shares, give up part of the shares to absorb funds, and let others invest. In this way, we should be able to raise enough start-up funds..."

"Actually, I'm not worried about this at all." Zhuang Buyuan said in vain. He really should have let Luo Qiao stay in prison for a while and then get him out.

"Chairman, you may not understand the key point." Luo Qiao sighed, "I have been collecting various information since yesterday. Although the information is not very well-informed, there is still a lot of information for those who are locked up with me. Well-informed people. Both Huancheng Group and Zhoujian Group have far more funds than us, not to mention that Huancheng Group is good at development and capital operation, and Zhoujian Group is good at construction. Their strong alliance can bring together funds quickly. , much faster than us, and will even attract a lot of venture capital to help them share risks and financial pressure. I think they will have everything ready and start construction within half a year at the latest..."

Zhuang Buyuan admitted that what Luo Qiao said made sense, and so did the news he received. A large number of venture capital investors were more optimistic about Zhoujian Group. So far, no one has come to invest in the construction of the Xucheng Tunnel.

"In terms of construction, I dare not claim to be the best, but I am really not afraid of anyone in the state. In terms of funding, I will also try to contact some partners I have worked with before and let them invest. They still trust me, so I should I can bring some..." Luo Qiao said.

Zhuang Buyuan sighed and patted the front seat: "Xiao Wei, go to the Jiajiang Expressway Mountain Tunnel."

The so-called Jiajiang Expressway Mountain Tunnel is the previous two-kilometer tunnel.

Luo Qiao was a little puzzled, but Zhuang Buyuan didn't say much. When they got near the tunnel, guards came forward and stopped the vehicle. After verifying Zhuang Buyuan's identity, they let him go.

"Actually, I really don't want you to help me with construction or help me attract investment. These are not problems for me at all." Zhuang Buyuan said to Luo Qiao, "I just see you as pitiful, don't think too much about it. ,real."

In Luo Qiao's confused and hurt eyes, the car drove into the mountain tunnel.

Seeing the light in Luo Qiao's eyes gradually extinguishing, Zhuang Buyuan sighed in his heart: "If there is no business, there will be no killing. I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, the manor is in urgent need of talents now."

Behind the galloping Ben, 10,000 Luoqiao corpses lay across the field, and their blood flowed into rivers, covering the entire tunnel.