eration. 。Shutinglan was only responsible for listening and recording. He hadn't recovered from the joy of winning the bid yet, nor had he predicted how hard the previous project would be. 。This is a...Gan An's home wasn't in the city center, it was even a little bit remote in the countryside. Yi Mu Yang drove for quite a while before arriving. It was a detached villa, a grand European-style building, surrounded by various flowers and plants, a riot of colors.

He surveyed the terrain around the villa without a sound. It was built into the mountainside, with a garden in front and a small forest behind. Beyond the forest lay rolling mountains, rising in tiers, stretching endlessly to the horizon.

If something happens, hide in this deep mountain. It will be hard to find you.

Just then, he saw two men who looked like security guards coming towards him to give him directions. They told him to park his car in a parking lot outside the villa. There were two Range Rovers parked side by side in the lot.

Both Land Rover wheels were covered in mud, some of it a pitch-black color like coal. Could it be Gesar Loden He collected his thoughts and followed the guide towards the villa.

The glass door of the villa reflected like a mirror, he stood in front of the glass wall and looked at himself. His hair, which had been wet just now, was already a little dry, but because he was in a hurry to go out, he didn't fix his hairstyle, so it wasn't handsome.

He sighed: "Too bad, should've put some hair gel in it."

The little brother leading the way glanced back at him, then looked at his hair. It was a little messy, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all. Of course, he'd be even better if he wasn't so vain.

The glass door opened, and the first thing you saw in the entrance hall was a living room. I have to say, Gan An has good taste. Although the whole villa is luxuriously decorated, it doesn't feel tacky at all. It's very spacious, comfortable, and every detail, from the scenery to the objects, is carefully designed with artistic flair.

Of course, Yi Muyang had no heart to admire the scenery now, because he noticed two men sitting opposite Gan An. They were very different in style. One was tall and dark-skinned, while the other was more refined, wearing a white Chinese shirt and fiddling with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, as if an old monk in meditation.

Yi Muyang's first reaction was that these two people were probably the left and right arms of Gan'an, one responsible for the mining company, Gesar Liren, and the other responsible for the mahjong parlor, Jiapeng.

What does it mean to suddenly call him Could it be that his phone call to Ding Zhi at the hotel was tapped

“Ah Yang is here, please sit down.”

He didn't introduce them to each other, just stared at Yi Mu Yang for a while and said:

"It seems you've adapted well to life here."

This statement betrays no emotional fluctuation, nor does it reflect the man himself. Whether laughing or angry, it seems his reactions are merely situational. No emotion reaches his eyes; they remain as ever, dark and piercing.

The tall, dark-skinned man next to him glanced at Yi Muyang with disdain, probably not expecting the new partner that Gan An had mentioned to be such a delicate little boy.

And that man in the Chinese-style white shirt was smiling with an air of amusement as he watched them, his rosary beads turning rhythmically in his hand. The rosary was made of valuable Qinan agarwood, an antique object.

Jian Yi Mu Yang looked at his rosary beads, Gan An said beside him.

"Laoji, Ayang likes your Buddhist beads. You should give him a string."

Lao Ji

That must be Jiapeng who manages the mahjong.

Lao Ji laughed heartily again, and handed the rosary beads to Yi Mu Yang: "Like it Then I'll give it to you."

Yi Muyang hurriedly waved his hand: "A gentleman doesn't take what others love, besides, this pearl has already become spiritual in your hands. Don't give it to someone as vulgar as me and defile it, that would be a sin, a sin."

He seemed both flattered and awed by the Buddha beads. Jia Peng was pleased, put the beads away and continued to turn them in his hand rhythmically, saying: "A Yang knows a good thing when he sees one. I've had these beads for many years, and I was really reluctant to give them away. But there's another string at home. I'll have someone send it to you at the hotel."

< "You're the smallest one here." >

The atmosphere was so peaceful and tranquil that Yi Muyang was taken aback. To be ashamed, before interacting with Ding Zhi, his impression of all drug dealers probably came from the fights and killings in Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas. Drug dealers were portrayed as one more ruthless and violent than the next.

Including the time when they beat up Scarface before, I saw that Gang An's men were also merciless in beating him.

And now, sitting here, there's a feeling that we're all civilized people.

But he knew it was just an illusion. He still remembered vividly the expression on Gan An's face when he threatened him in the city.

He sat there, not asking why he was called, sticking to his principle: when with a tiger, speak less and listen more.

“Ayang, you’ve been here for a while now. I have several clubs under my name that are run by some barbarians. They're uncultured and they manage things terribly. They've been raided by the police several times. We, on the other hand, do legitimate business, and we can’t withstand these repeated disruptions. So from today onwards, you will be in charge of these clubs. You have experience, so you should be able to manage them well. Lao Ji and Gesang will also assist you.”

Yi Muyang readily agreed: "Sure, no problem. But I traveled all this way to follow you to this desolate place and just manage these rundown clubs Wouldn't that be a waste of my talent"

Ji'a Peng was a smiling tiger, as always with a smile, his attitude unreadable.

Only Gesang Liren wore a furious expression: "Don't be ungrateful!"

Yi Muyang: "Enough, enough. I'm like a tiger fallen from grace, being bullied by dogs."

Anyway, he showed no awareness of being a new recruit. Gesar Lirin found him increasingly disagreeable the more he saw him, too arrogant.

"Don't worry, Ah Yang. Everything takes time. You have resources and connections, which is exactly what we need. We have plenty of time."

"Hmm." Yimu Chang continued to sit there, saying nothing more, maintaining the image of a carefree and idle young master.

I didn't expect this meeting to end here. As he was about to leave, Gan An suddenly patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Aoyang, I'm easy to get along with and I understand you guys the best. Running the club takes a lot of effort upfront, but once it gets on track, you'll have plenty of free time. Why don't you go see Miss Shu in Senzhou I won't object."

Does Gan An know that Ting Lan is in Senzhou

Is he still stalking her

Yimu Chang's whole body was icy cold, as if a sharp needle was piercing his heart. He turned his head slightly to look at Gan An, who was smiling faintly.

“There’s nothing to see here, she rekindled her old flame with her ex-husband and left me. How pathetic of me to run all the way back just to see her”

Gan An said: "That's a pity. Miss Shu is very pretty, and I heard she is doing quite well at a law firm called Lanshan in Senzhou. If we ever need to sue someone, we could ask her."

Yimu Yang drove back to the city from Gan'an's villa, his hands and feet stiff. The threat in Gan'an's tone had made it difficult for him to think.y ran around helping with a series of examinations, confirming there wasn't anything serious wrong, just a cold. It was a high fever caused by inflammation in the throat, plus they had been on a long...