Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 342: The Killing Plan Prepared for Ye Changqing

Ye Changqing looked at the fake "Theory of Plague" in his hand and was shocked. What went wrong?

Without thinking too much, I started the car and rushed to Wujia Town.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Wu Youkui's house.

Ye Changqing entered the yard through a small door.

The yard was quiet and Wu Youkui seemed to have not woken up yet.

Ye Changqing pushed open the door.

At first glance, I saw Wu Youkui lying on the sofa with his legs spread out, snoring loudly.

After thinking for a moment, he walked over and pinched Wu Youkui's nose. Wu Youkui frowned and opened his mouth to breathe.

Ye Changqing stretched out his big hand and covered Wu Youkui's mouth.

Wu Youkui was sleeping soundly when he felt difficulty breathing. He woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and saw that it was Ye Changqing. He frowned and asked, "Why are you here?

Where's Yang Cuicui?"

Ye Changqing took out the fake "On the Plague" and threw it in front of Wu Youkui: "You are drunk, and Yang Cuicui asked you for the "On the Plague".

This is what you gave her.

How do you explain that?

Wu Youkui was a little embarrassed: "I was drunk and didn't know the situation."

Ye Changqing said coldly: "The Plague Theory is fake, where is the real one?"

Wu Youkui shook his head. "I don't know. I've been annoyed by those who are looking for the plague theory. I don't have the real one, so I made a fake one. If I'm pushed hard, I'll use this to deal with it.

I don’t really have a copy of The Plague Treatise!”

Ye Changqing stared at Wu Youkui with scrutiny. He didn't believe what Wu Youkui said: "What do you want me to do to make you believe me?"

Wu Youkui said solemnly: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's that you don't believe me.

If I say there is no "Treatise on Plagues", then there is none, if I am telling a lie.

May you be struck by lightning!!

Eighteen generations of ancestors will not rest in peace after death!"

Ye Changqing was speechless. Last time, this guy said he didn't have it and made a fake one to deceive Yang Cuicui. He sighed. No matter whether it was true or not, Wu Youkui said he didn't have it and there was nothing he could do.

Jingle bell bell~

Suddenly, Wu Youkui's cell phone rang. Wu Youkui took out his phone and took a look at it, then looked up at Ye Changqing and said, "Zhang Yaoshi called."

Ye Changqing was feeling a little disappointed. He had to put the matter of The Theory of Plague aside for the time being: "Answer the phone."

Wu Youkui pressed the external speaker button, and Zhang Yaoshi's voice rang out on the phone: "Hello, are you guys coming?

If you don’t come, Mr. Fang will leave.”

Ye Changqing didn't wait for Wu Youkui to speak before he agreed: "Come over now."

Jishi Pharmaceutical Factory.

Three air purifiers were running at the same time, making a buzzing noise.

There are three people in the office.

One is Zhang Yaoshi lying on the bed with an IV drip, and the other is Fang Longyun sitting on the sofa.

There was also a woman with a hot body. She bent over and stuck out her fat buttocks to give Fang Longyun a massage.

That fat butt was right next to Zhang Yaoshi's bed.

Zhang Yaoshi's gaze seemed to be welded between the two pieces of flesh, causing him to breathe rapidly and blush. He had no choice but to change the subject: "Boss Fang, why didn't you just send someone over to kill those two guys? Why did you call them over here?"

Fang Longyun said calmly: "Let them come over, I will take the initiative.

We control everything in this factory.

I'm not saying you're stupid, I've never seen anyone as stupid as you."

Zhang Yaoshi's eyes swept over the woman's plump buttocks, and then he said unconvincedly: "Boss Fang, did I do something wrong?"

Fang Longyun showed disdain on his face: "You are just an idiot. You put a gun in your office. Do you fucking think you are a punk?

I helped you become rich, and now you are worth billions, can you please act like a rich man? Don't act like a poor bastard and do stupid things like this."

……

Zhang Yaoshi's face turned blue and red after being scolded. He felt insulted.

He is the factory director, and nearly a thousand people depend on him for their livelihood. He is also a high-ranking figure in his daily life.

But he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction to Fang Longyun, and could only weakly defend himself: "I thought that having a gun would make it easier to kill people and silence them if something happened."

Fang Longyun angrily scolded, "Idiot, do you understand the saying 'A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall'?"

Zhang Yaoshi thought for a moment and said, "Even a gentleman wouldn't stand under a dangerous wall."

After saying that, he raised his head slightly and looked at Fang Longyun.

Fang Longyun curled his lips: "Qiangen, you are a fucking genius. That is called a dangerous situation. And you are a gentleman. You actually said a gentleman."

Damn gentleman.

In ancient times, farmers, coachmen, and craftsmen were all low-class people, and only scholars gave themselves the elegant title of gentlemen.

They are superior to others, rich, powerful and privileged.

In this day and age, rich people are gentlemen.

If you have money, don't do dangerous things yourself.

Rich people should know how to use money, instead of being like those poor people who do everything by themselves and even exchange their lives for money.

If you have money, do you need to get a gun yourself?"

This……

Zhang Yaoshi was scolded bitterly, but when you think about it carefully, the scolding was justified.

If you kill someone with a gun and the police find out, it will be troublesome, and risking your life with the other person is also very dangerous.

This injury is a lesson. Fang Longyun continued, "As a wealthy man, you must use your money wisely.

Look at me, sitting here, enjoying a massage from a beautiful woman and drinking coffee.

But someone else did the killing for me."

Zhang Yaoshi had to admit that what Fang Longyun said made sense, but the man next to Wu Youkui was really hard to kill. He felt it necessary to remind him: "Mr. Fang, you may not know that the guy next to Wu Youkui is very powerful.

Most people can’t handle it.”

Fang Longyun had a ferocious expression on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know that guy is quite capable.

My cousin had a master by his side, and both my cousin and the master were killed, which proved that the guy was indeed a good fighter.

But what if I can fight better?

Can he be faster than a bullet? I hired the most powerful assassin from Ruyitang at a high price. He is lying on the top of the building. As soon as the person next to Wu Youkui enters the factory,

He'll be shot in the head!"

on the building.

Jishi Pharmaceutical Factory has a fifteen-story building.

Under the sun, the rooftop is filled with sunshine.

Leng Mo, dressed in black, lay on the edge of the rooftop, holding a telescope and looking at the factory gate.

He held a sniper rifle in front of him, with the muzzle pointing at the factory gate.

There was a photo placed on the edge of the rooftop. It was the surveillance footage of Ye Changqing and Wu Youkui entering the factory.

A circle was drawn on Ye Changqing's head with a red pen.

Five hours ago, Leng Mo had already been lying here, but his target never showed up. He continued to climb steadily, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Only his right hand moved, toying with a 0.308-caliber Winchester rifle cartridge.

This is a special bullet for sniper rifles.

It has great lethality and its trajectory is stable after piercing the air flow.

It is also his favorite bullet.

The golden bullets rolled and jumped in his hands, like dancing, emitting a golden halo in the sunlight.

The reason why he became the most powerful killer in Ruyitang.

Because he is from Ruyi Hall, he has the most accurate shooting skills, the strongest weapons, and the record holder for winning all battles with bare hands.

The old man in Ruyi Hall called him the future king of killers.

The reason why it is in the future is because he has not debuted yet.

Today is his first single.

He was originally reluctant to take this order, a small order of three million, and he took the job with disdain. His goal was to become the future king of killers, but he was a newcomer.

The hall master promised him to complete this task.

He only reluctantly agreed because he would not accept orders below 10 million.

A car drove out of Wujia Town and headed towards Jishi Pharmaceutical Factory.

The co-pilot, Wu Youkui, was much calmer this time, and even a little excited. He was confident in Ye Changqing's ability:

Two people died in the Fang family last time, but they still haven't learned their lesson.

It would be fine if he didn't care about the lives of others, but he didn't even care about the lives of Fang's family.

They are all crazy!

Drive faster!

This time, you must not be soft-hearted!"