Good news! The host was loved by the Lord God at first sight

Otherwise, how can we say that power and money are good things? Countless people have fought for them and shed blood.

After breakfast, Shen Chizhou changed his clothes and went out.

Before leaving, he looked at Jiang Wan with a smile, and said in a serious tone, "Stay at home and don't run around."

There are few people in the world as cruel and ruthless as Jiang Mingshou.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Jiang Mingshou was secretly searching for the whereabouts of the little girl. It would be fine if he found her at the Shen family. With the Shen family around, he dared not act rashly.

But even though the little girl was abducted on the street, by the time Shen Chizhou found her, she must have suffered a lot.

This is something Shen Chizhou would never allow.

When Grandpa Jiang was alive, he loved the little girl very much, and the relationship between the grandfather and granddaughter was deep.

He must take this opportunity to kill Jiang Mingshou and restore the innocence of the Jiang family to the little girl.

It can be regarded as a filial piety of him as the future grandson-in-law. He only hopes that Grandpa Jiang can agree to this marriage and bless the little girl to be safe and sound in the underworld.

Director Wang had received a favor from Mr. Shen, and he was a man who remembered old friendships. The person Shen Chizhou was going to find this time was him.

Wang Zhenxiong's only hobby is drinking. With alcohol, he can completely forget about his wife and children.

Shen Chizhou brought two bottles of fine wine from Mr. Shen's private collection. Moutai from that era was a good thing.

"Chi Zhou, why did you think of coming to Uncle Wang today?"

As soon as Shen Chizhou entered the room, Wang Zhenxiong's eyes were glued to the bag in his hand.

Judging from the shape, he was 100% sure that it was filled with wine.

Anything proposed by the Shen family must be a good thing.

Wang Zhenxiong welcomed Shen Chizhou in with a smile.

Shen Chizhou sat next to him, with a small tea table between them.

Shen Chizhou smiled and said, "This is a small gift that Grandpa asked me to bring."

He pulled the bag down, revealing the red and gilded bottle.

When Wang Zhenxiong saw the words above, he immediately smiled. "How can this be possible? How can I let the old man miss me? I should be the one to visit him."

As Wang Zhenxiong spoke, he couldn't help but stroke the bottle with his hand.

The cool touch, the granular feeling brought by the tiny bumps on the bottle...such a wonderful feeling.

If Shen Chizhou hadn't been there, he would have wanted to pick up the bottle and kiss it twice.

Then he found the set of carved glass cups that Jiang Mingshou had sent him a few days ago and filled them with wine.

There is fine grape wine in the luminescent cup, but it’s a pity that there is no beautiful woman to play the pipa for him to listen.

Shen Chizhou smiled coldly, but the smile did not reach his eyes at all.

If you want to destroy something, you must first make it crazy.

"The high and mighty Shen family, think about how glorious they were in the past. So what if Mr. Shen went through a hail of bullets? Still they have to bow their heads and worship the Wang family? Now he, Wang Zhenxiong, is the local emperor of Pingcheng."

As Wang Zhenxiong thought about this, his attitude when talking to Shen Chizhou became much more arrogant, and he seemed to be floating in the sky.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked down at Shen Chizhou, and revealed his big yellow teeth as he spoke.

"Chi Zhou, did the old man ask you to come here because you want to talk to Uncle Wang about something?"

Don't ask him why he stood up.

The answer is that he is not as tall as Shen Chizhou when sitting, and he lacks the imposingness, so he can only stand up and pretend to be impressive.

Shen Chizhou kept smiling and remained calm.

He poured himself a cup of tea and put it on the table, but didn't drink it.

The tea was freshly brewed and was still steaming. Shen Chizhou watched the steam gather and rise little by little, and finally dissipate, turning into a bit of moisture in the air and evaporating.

The heat keeps pouring out, but there is only one ending.

The tea will get cold too.

Shen Chizhou: "The old man asked me to come and see if you are okay. Pingcheng has been in a mess recently, and he thought you were dead."

Shen Chizhou emphasized the word "you".

Uncle Wang?

Wang Zhenxiong wanted to raise his seniority, but he didn't even look in the mirror to see if he was worthy.

There will always be urine without a mirror, right?

Being humiliated like this, Wang Zhenxiong was immediately furious. He shouted, "Shen family kid, I only call myself Uncle Wang for the sake of the old man. Not only are you not grateful, you also humiliate me like this and curse me to death. What do you mean?"

Shen Chizhou looked indifferent and asked, "In this case, I am the one who doesn't know what's good for me?"

Although he was sitting and was a head shorter than Wang Zhenxiong who was standing up, he was not inferior to him in terms of momentum.

"Go out and ask around. Who in Pingcheng dares not to show some respect to me, Wang Zhenxiong? There are a lot of people out there begging me to be their godson, but you are the first one who is so ungrateful."

"Really?" Shen Chizhou smiled, picked up the small spoon on the table, and fiddled with the tea leaves in the cup.

"My parents are still alive, and I don't have the habit of rushing to be someone's son."

Wang Zhenxiong glanced at him, his eyes suddenly becoming gloomy, "If you call me Director Wang and kowtow to me, I can overlook your disrespect. Otherwise, you will have to kneel down and beg me tomorrow."

At that time, no matter how much you beg me, I will not let the Shen family go.

Shen Chizhou stood up. He looked at Wang Zhenxiong with a pair of eyes full of hostility and danger. He sneered, "Should I still shout: "Your Majesty, long live the emperor?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhenxiong actually imagined the scene in his mind: he was sitting on a sedan chair, and wherever he passed, people would kneel down and shout "Long live the king."

One call leads to a hundred responses, and one's word is firm.

He dreamed of turning this "local emperor" into a real emperor so that all his ancestors in the Wang family could see how powerful he was.

There were many golden dragon robes hidden in his bedroom, and a large number of women were imprisoned in the backyard, waiting for him to pick them every night.

Wang Zhenxiong has to put on the dragon robe every night and can only fall asleep by touching the clothes.

Seeing Shen Chizhou looking at him with a half-smile, it seemed as if all the unspeakable fantasies in his mind were seen through.

Wang Zhenxiong broke out in a cold sweat, but he still stiffened his neck, a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes, and he threatened coldly: "Seeing that you don't want to kneel, then we'll wait and see. I heard that half of your old man's body is about to be buried in the ground. I don't mind letting him rest in peace earlier."

Shen Chizhou's black eyes were full of fierceness and hostility. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Zhenxiong's neck tightly, then lifted him up.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a creepy smile, without a trace of emotion, "You can, try it."

Wang Zhenxiong was strangled and started coughing. He opened his mouth wildly, kicked his legs hard, and pried Shen Chizhou's hands with both hands, trying to make him put him down.

At that moment, he truly felt fear.

Shen Chizhou is a complete lunatic, he wants to kill him.

Shen Chizhou threw the person to the ground like throwing away garbage.

Wang Zhenxiong felt pain all over his body. He covered his neck, coughed hard, and breathed heavily.

"This tea is getting cold. It's time to get a new pot."