< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Chapter 474

Words:1942Update:22/06/29 05:29:05

Report

But Zhong Luochen quickly removed his hand, because he felt a slight tremble from Cheng Yiran's body.

'He's still too young.'

"You, you …" Cheng Yiran frowned.

Since the first time they met in K&C, he had a feeling that this big boss was hiding some unknown secrets.

Especially when he recalled the details of that night again and again. He found that … Mr. Zhong seemed to be unaffected.

"You … Are you also …" Cheng Yiran subconsciously said something.

But before he finished speaking, he was awakened and abruptly stopped his mouth, looking at this — Mr. Zhong who was also very mysterious to him at this time.

Zhong Luochen smiled and said, "Why don't we have a simple discussion?"

Zhong Luochen looked at Cheng Yiran's reaction, then continued, "Don't you feel that the reactions of those who listened to the live show … are too abnormal, like they're possessed."

Cheng Yiran's face turned slightly ugly.

Zhong Luochen said leisurely, "But according to Cheng Yun's report, before you were discovered by Li Zifeng, you were just a singer who sang in those vulgar nightclubs."

Cheng Yiran's face turned uglier.

Zhong Luochen chuckled, "Since you have such strength, why didn't anyone discover it before … I heard you once drifted to the north, right? Since you drifted to the north, at least it proves that you have ambition, then you shouldn't have hidden your ability. So, what is the reason? "

Zhong Luochen narrowed his eyes. "How is it that in one night, you were able to make everyone who heard you sing be subdued by you … and even subdued like they were possessed. But more importantly, those who watched the live show on the Internet scolded you, and only those who were present at the scene agreed with you? "

Cheng Yiran subconsciously grasped the bag with the guitar.

At this time, Zhong Luochen suddenly said, "Could it be because … because the power of this guitar is not enough?"

"Enough, don't say it!!"

Cheng Yiran suddenly stood up, picking up the guitar that never left his side, and smashing it towards Zhong Luochen with a ferocious face!

This was fast and fierce, Cheng Yiran couldn't help but recall the time when he was in prison because of intentional injury.

Just as fierce as that year … All these years of mental cultivation seemed to be broken overnight.

He was like a wild wolf whose territory was invaded.

No matter what kind of ability this guitar had, its material was extremely hard. How could an ordinary person bear being smashed on the head, at least his head would bleed!

But Zhong Luochen calmly tilted his head, cleverly dodging Cheng Yiran's fierce smash, then he grabbed the other end of the guitar, and pulled it suddenly!

Cheng Yiran lost his balance and was pulled down. At this time, Zhong Luochen elbowed Cheng Yiran's abdomen, immediately making Cheng Yiran kneel on the ground while covering his stomach in pain.

Grandfather Zhong, who was born in the army, naturally wouldn't let his children and grandchildren look weak … Including the third miss, the two sons and one daughter of the Zhong family were thrown into the army when they were young.

They didn't have any martial arts that could break stones, but the fighting skills were at least enough for the third generation of the Zhong family to deal with many unexpected situations.

Zhong Luochen grabbed the guitar, pressing it on Cheng Yiran's neck, making him unable to raise his head. He said indifferently, "Our family is strict, so we started to exercise when we were young. Maybe I used too much force, but it shouldn't hurt your muscles and bones. It'll be fine after a little pain."

Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth, but couldn't move anymore.



While pressing down on Cheng Yiran, Zhong Luochen poured half a glass of red wine. After a while, feeling that Cheng Yiran seemed to have given up resisting, Zhong Luochen said softly, "Have you calmed down? Then, can we have a good talk? "

"I don't have anything to talk to you about!"

"You're so stubborn. But generally speaking, it's safest to keep this matter to yourself. But, considering the current situation … "

Zhong Luochen shook his head, "For you, the smarter way is … in fact, haven't you realized that we're the same kind of people?"

"What do you mean by the same kind of people? I don't know! "Cheng Yiran reacted fiercely again!

"Really?" Zhong Luochen sneered, "Then I'll smash this guitar for you … I think the person who sold you this guitar shouldn't care. After all, that place is only for the transaction fee. "

Cheng Yiran valued this guitar so much … How could it escape the unaffected Zhong Luochen's eyes?

"You also … You …" Cheng Yiran was suddenly shocked.

Zhong Luochen suddenly loosened his grip and said indifferently, "That place has existed for a much longer time than both of our ages added together … So, why do you think that you're the only one who has ever bought anything from that place?"

"You're really …"

Zhong Luochen chuckled, "I've said that we're the same kind of people … We're all customers from that place."





Luoqiu still liked this old wall covered with creepers, and this old house with a history of 60 or 70 years.

"I haven't been here for a while."

The boss easily entered one of the rooms in the house.

Luoqiu remembered that before the summer vacation, he and Zhang Qingrui were still doing the 'homework' given by Qin Fang here, "This place hasn't been moved."

Luoqiu smiled again, sitting down in front of this small stool that used to be the workbench.

The servant girl who had been listening to her master said softly, "I didn't expect that Professor Qin Fang's house would fall into the hands of Zhong Luochen."

Luoqiu chuckled, "Miss Qin Chuyu probably didn't know that either. She just wanted to deal with the professor's legacy as soon as possible. It doesn't make any difference to her who buys it … But, it's not a coincidence that Zhong Luochen stayed in this city. "

Thinking of something deeper, the boss said softly, "It seems that the customer's fate has been stirred since the beginning of the transaction. Perhaps they can only get rid of it at the moment of death …"

It became quiet all of a sudden.

Luoqiu's finger tapped on the workbench lightly, "It's a pity that I can't hear Miss Cai's singing this time."

Luoqiu also stood up, smiling faintly, "I've had a sudden inspiration recently … But this time, I heard something interesting."

You Ye nodded slightly, "Master, Zhong Luochen should have started to have some strange ideas."

Luoqiu said with self-mockery, "Zhong Luochen … He was one of my first few customers. To be honest, he wasn't mature at that time, so it's not unforeseen that he would become like this. "

Luoqiu shook his head, "Thinking of that transaction, there should be a better way."

Luoqiu had always been a self-conscious person, so he felt … who didn't do stupid things when they were young?

It would be abnormal if there really wasn't.

"But master, the assets behind Zhong Family are huge." You Ye said indifferently, "Since he has such an idea, it's possible that he will gather many 'guests' in the future."

"Like the Michael Club, right?" Luoqiu asked indifferently.

He shook his head, not intending to wait for You Ye's answer. Instead, he fiddled with some bone products that the professor still put here and didn't throw away, saying, "But so what? We're only in charge of the transaction. "

Luoqiu shook his head, "Even if it's my personal hobby, the world will still turn as it should. As for the future … "

What would the future be like?

Perhaps it would be like these bone products, which would be evaluated by people in the distant future.

And as the club's current boss, if nothing unexpected happened, he would quietly watch all of this happen in a time that was even more distant than the distant future.

"… It's not important."

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.