Laughing, the host always wants to escape

As he spoke, he looked at Jian Rong beside him and gave him a look, "Jian Rong, give Shi Rui a call." As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Cuo slowly walked to the stove beside him, picked up a kitchen knife, and looked at it carefully.

Watching his actions, Jian Rong became more and more confused, but still followed his request and called Shi Rui.

Hearing the "beep" sound coming from the phone, Tangcuo waved his hand, signaling the woman and her family to step back.

"Hello?" Shi Rui's voice came out.

"Bang!" Tangcuo chopped the cucumber beside him with the kitchen knife, muttering, "You don't want to pay me back, right? I told you not to pay me back..."

As he spoke, he cut the cucumber into shreds neatly and said, "You have one day to give me the money, otherwise..." Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling Jian Rong to hang up the phone.

After the call was hung up, Tang Cuo quickly put down the kitchen knife, looked at the three people leaning in the corner, and whispered, "You are not scared, are you?... Well, you have to look more real, otherwise it will be easy to be discovered."

"Thank you, young master..." The woman held his hand tightly with a grateful expression.

"It's okay. As for the money he owes us, you don't have to worry. We will only ask him for it personally and will not implicate you." Tang Cuo touched the little girl's head.

He leaned forward and smiled, "Little boy, what's your name?"

"Brother, my name is Xiaolian. Brother...you are so handsome!" Xiaolian carefully poked her head out, blinking her big eyes at him.

"You too." Tang Cuo's cheeks instantly turned red after being praised by her, and then he cleared his throat calmly, "Well... if there is nothing else, we will leave first, and you guys should take care of your health..."

After saying that, Tangcuo pulled Jian Rong's sleeve and left the shantytown.

Along the way, Jian Rong's gaze at him became increasingly complicated.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tangcuo met his gaze, somewhat puzzled.

"nothing."

Forget it, if you don’t want to say it, then don’t say it.

The two of them returned to the car along the same route. As soon as they got in, Shi Rui came over and looked at him carefully from top to bottom, "Young Master, are you... okay?"

"It's okay, what can happen to me? Um... Yang Mucheng is not at home, send someone to look for him." Tang Cuo leaned casually on the chair.

"Then... this debt has not been collected?" Shi Rui asked in a low voice.

"What do you think? I haven't found the person yet, who can I ask for money?" Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes, "Drive, go back."

"Yes, young master." Shi Rui didn't say anything more, but drove the car back silently.

At the gate of Jinshui Mansion, Bai Mian was already standing at the door, waiting for Tang Cuo.

Seeing the car slowly approaching, a smile flashed across his eyes, and then he walked forward and personally opened the door for Tang Cuo.

"How was it? Xiaocuo, did your first time out go smoothly?"

"It's not going well." Tang Cuo curled his lips, looking very unhappy.

"What happened?" Bai Mian cast his gaze towards Shi Rui standing beside him, his tone becoming a little colder, "Didn't you take good care of the young master?"

"It has nothing to do with them." Tang Cuo hurriedly took over the conversation, "When I went there, Yang Muqing was not at home. I didn't see him in person."

"Is there no one else in his family?"

"Yes, a woman, a child, and an old man, where would they get money? Third brother, can you send someone to look for Yang Mucheng?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

"Okay, my little ancestor, Third Brother will send someone to look for him right away."

"Thank you, Third Brother. I will go back with Jian Rong first. Bye, Third Brother." After saying that, Tang Cuo walked towards his room.

Before he could take a few steps, Bai Mian stopped him, "Xiaocuo, um...you go back first, father wants to see Jian Rong about something."

"Father? Looking for Jian Rong? What's the matter?" Tang Cuo was a little confused.

"It shouldn't be anything important."

"It's not an important matter. In that case..." Tangcuo paused, "Let's go together."

"This……"

"What's wrong? Can't I go?" Tang Cuo blinked and looked at him expectantly.

"Okay... let's go together." Looking at his expression, Bai Mian nodded helplessly.

"Okay, thank you, third brother." Tang Cuo walked in front of the two of them, looking back at them from time to time.

In the conference room, Tang Hong sat in the main seat, flipping through today's financial reports with one hand and holding a teacup with the other, taking a sip from time to time.

Hearing the footsteps, Tang Hong raised his head and frowned, "Didn't I tell you to just bring Jian Rong with you? Why did you bring Xiao Cuo with you as well?"

"What? Father, do you mean you don't want me to come?" Tang Cuo walked towards him quickly, raised one leg up, sat astride the table, curled his lips, and continued, "Father, are you blaming me for not completing the task you assigned me?"

"No, father is worried that you are tired and wants you to go back and rest first." Tang Hong watched his actions, not only did he not blame him, but his eyes were full of love.

This scene was so dazzling in Jian Rong's eyes that he clenched his hands tightly behind his back, but his face remained calm.

After saying these concerned words, Tang Hong regained his usual seriousness. He cast his gaze towards Jian Rong, looking him straight in the eyes, as if he wanted to see through him. "Jian Rong, you really look like your father. It's just that he was unjust. He wanted to bring outsiders together to bring me down, and in the end, he reaped what he sowed."

"Is it my father who has his own army and wants to bring you down, or is it you who are afraid that his power will threaten your position? I don't know about this." Jian Rong met his gaze with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Okay." Tang Hong slammed his broad palm on the table. "You are really a man of character, but having courage and strategy is called character, and having courage without strategy is called conceit." His voice sank, and a sense of oppression unique to those in a superior position came towards him.

"I'm grateful for your advice, nephew." Jian Rong smiled and nodded slightly.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Tang Cuo was worried about Jian Rong from the bottom of his heart, "Um...Father, you called Jian Rong here, is there something important?" Tang Cuo was wedging in the atmosphere between the two.

"Xiao Cuo, since you have chosen him to be your bodyguard, he must have the ability to protect you. Starting today, let him train with the Shadow Guard." Tang Hong narrowed his eyes.

"Shadow Guard?"

[Host, the Shadow Guard is a death squad under your father. The training is extremely tough, and many of the people in it are somewhat unruly, which may increase the difficulty of completing your mission, so the host should try not to let the attackers enter the Shadow Guard...]

"I don't agree." Hearing the system's advice, Tangcuo immediately jumped off the table and refused loudly.