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Volume 1 Black Silk Goddess Chapter 187: Failure

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    This old man, who everyone calls the old fox, took charge of one party at the age of twenty, entered the provincial level at the age of thirty, and sealed the border at the age of forty. Now, at the age of fifty-five, he has become the iron-blooded emperor of the party, and has become the leader of countless previous or former leaders.  All of them have worked under him or indirectly worked under him.  Even now, many senior officials in the court call him "Old Secretary" when they see him. It's incredible, but it's also very realistic.  No one knows what he is really afraid of, but in countless teams and choices, he can always dominate the team. As early as ten years ago, he could go one step further and even have his name appear on the news network all day long.  above.  But he only stopped at a small Oriental Pearl and polished it until it was shiny.  Everyone knows his temperament, and everyone knows his preferences, but no one dares to say another word to him or give him an extra gift.  It's not that he is upright, but that he will accept your things openly and then remove your official position later.  "Double-dealing, extremely cunning."  This was everyone's opinion of him. Once when he was inspecting a school, a bold student who didn't know whether to live or die pointed at his nose and said, "You are an old fox." He was not angry, he just smiled calmly.  Everyone thought that the old fox would cut the student into pieces after the incident. In fact, the school did so and expelled the talented college entrance examination student from all his studies. However, at this time, the old fox spoke up and asked the student by name.  A student came to work as his secretary.  The carp jumped over the dragon gate, and the silkworm counterattacked.  The cunning, insidious, and extremely sinister old fox has now become an interesting topic for people to talk about after dinner.  Almost in the blink of an eye, I arrived at the small red courtyard in front of me from Yushan Villa.  Lin Guoqing accompanied me out of the car. I looked around and found that the house was very dilapidated, as if it was a product of the 1980s. The walls were surrounded by tens of thousands of ivy, and there were even more fascinating things in the yard.  The green vegetation is pleasant and joyful, but the only thing that disfigures the scenery is that there is a very abrupt plaque hanging on the arch in front of the house. The handwriting on it is clear and strong, but it is impossible to tell whose hand it is.  There are four very vigorous and powerful characters on the plaque, which means common people are like dogs.  Seeing these four words, I smiled.  Lin Guoqing lit a cigarette and said to me, "Hao Ren, let me accompany you in." I looked at Lin Guoqing and said, "No need." Lin Guoqing hesitated, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and said, "Okay, then I'll  Just waiting." I nodded and said, "Interesting" and walked into the little red house.  I rang the doorbell at three o'clock in the morning. I only rang it once, and then I stood there without moving. After ten minutes, a nanny-like person came over and opened the door, invited me in, and let me in.  I went to the study room on the second floor.  I nodded and said I was sorry to disturb her sleep.  The little nanny yawned and went back to sleep.  I went up to the second floor and saw the only room with the light on, which was the old fox's study.  I don't know why, but I suddenly felt relaxed at this moment. When I knocked on the door and heard a voice coming in, I walked in.  Hu Wenxiang, the old fox.  The room of such a god-like old man is neither simple nor luxurious. There is only a huge administrative map hanging on the wall, a stack of information lists comparable to the Cihai Encyclopedia, and the side behind the desk that looks like the one at the door before coming.  The vigorous and powerful characters "Cao Sheng Ru Dog" clearly show the mind of this fifty-five-year-old man.  "It's just that behind the desk is this line: The sage is unkind and treats the common people as gullible dogs; the sage is unkind and treats the common people as rude dogs."  He replaced all things in the previous sentence with common people, so there were four powerful characters on the plaque in front of the door.  I looked at his room in horror, but ignored the old man sitting there, reviewing documents at his desk.  This is an absolute superior. It has no unique shape. It can only be described as decent and grand.  It can be said that he will definitely not be eye-catching when he stands there, but he will definitely not be ignored.  Such an old man was stabbed in the back by countless people and called an old fox, and poked in the forehead by countless political opponents who had fallen under him and called evildoers!  At this time, he was just reviewing documents.  But I didn¡¯t dare to take a breath.  The old fox didn¡¯t look up at me at all. I stood in front of the huge book desk, looking at the huge calligraphy behind the old fox, and looking at the old fox who was still writing furiously late at night.  His legs were trembling all over. The red rope on his wrist was untied and he held it tightly in his hand, trying not to be nervous.  Just as I was about to speak, the old fox said calmly: "Go back.I don't need you here.  " I couldn't say the words I had prepared at all, but the old fox finally raised his head. With a pair of eyes that couldn't tell whether he was shrewd or disdainful, he glanced at me and asked: "Want to get the Bluestone Fund?  You want to use Zhang Ling to blackmail me into helping you?  Give you a backstage?  Haha, others call me Old Fox, you should know that.  Young people, it is not good to act too impulsively.  " I finally choked out a sentence: "I have killed Zhang Chao and Lu Lu.  " There was no surprise in Hu Wenxiang's eyes. He just looked at me playfully and said something that made my heart skip a beat: "Are you talking about murder in front of me?  You still don¡¯t admit that you are too young?  Go away. Don't tell me your dreams and wishes, don't show your loyalty to me, and don't tell me your experiences. I won't be moved by you, because until now I don't know who you are Hao Ren.  , still a good person.  " Hu Wenxiang's words were very harsh, as if they were engraved on my heart like sharp knives. After Hu Wenxiang finished speaking, he lowered his head to review the documents again. He seemed very busy, and the pen in his hand was very fast.  I stood there, the sweat in my palms already soaking the red rope. Maybe I thought I had failed. Originally, I wanted to use Zhang Ling as an excuse to get Hu Wenxiang to agree to let me inherit 2% of the Bluestone Fund.  10 shares. But now, maybe this is just my personal willingness. What the world lacks most is not talent, but Bole. As a Bole, Hu Wenxiang has never been short of geniuses. I think I may not be worth anything in his eyes.  No. I stood in his study for another twenty minutes. Seeing that he didn't say a word, I turned around and left his room.
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