On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Chen Qian had to admit that he was completely unprepared when he saw this text message last night.

His heart was beating violently like a drum, as if it would break through his skin and fly out in the next second, and he was tied with a sense of horror.

At first, he didn't realize the purpose of the text message. He only understood the address of the Chi family written on it.

It took him some time to recall who Chi Zheng was, and finally he found the identity of these two words, which he had some impression of, among the indiscriminate curses of a few drunkards.

Who else could it be? It’s none other than Mr. Chi, the man everyone wants to skin and tear his tendons apart.

He subconsciously guessed that this text message was an invitation? Or a summons?

But he didn't expect that his guess would be verified when he woke up the next morning.

The content of the second text message was equally concise, as if it was charged by the number of words, with each word worth a thousand gold coins, and it was a sentence that could be read in one glance.

Chi family lunch at 11:10 on October 5th.

It was indeed an invitation, Chen Qian thought silently.

But this lunch...

He scratched his head but couldn't figure out the second ambiguous message, whether it was meant for good or evil.

For a moment, he felt that he was about to be liquidated by this old Deng, so he sent the time and address so casually, just to make him clean up and run over to be stabbed, and by the way, humanely treat him to a final meal or a Hongmen Banquet.

Thinking about this, Chen Qian felt a little unconvinced.

Last time, they hired a group of big black men to come to the city center to kidnap him. Why does he have to take a taxi alone this time?

Is the Chi family about to go bankrupt or are they involved in too many gangs and all their people have been killed by their opponents and are no longer useful?

Or maybe this old Deng thought that since Chen Qiandu had lived for six more years, he now had more self-awareness that he didn't have in his youth, but he also had too much naivety, so he would be sent over as long as he was called?

Of course it’s impossible!

Chen Qian cursed and turned off the phone, his finger hovering over the delete key for a few seconds without pressing it.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to go to Chen Tian's company first, otherwise he would get angry and take a taxi and run away.

He was all alone in the house, but no one came to stop him or persuade him.

After staggering to the company, Chen Qian got out of the car and ran upstairs so fast that it seemed as if a ghost was chasing him.

But when he ran to the door of the general manager's office, he regretfully learned from a passing assistant that Chen Tian had something to do and had just left the house.

Time slipped away little by little, and it was already past eleven o'clock.

After a while, the cell phone rang muffledly in my pocket.

"Hey, brother."

"Xiao Qian, where are you now?"

"I'm at your company. When will you be back?"

"You first..." Chen Tian's voice sounded a little hesitant, and the rest of his words seemed to be muted.

There were several different voices talking in the background, but Chen Qian couldn't hear them clearly, perhaps because they were too far away or too quiet.

"What?" he asked doubtfully, "Brother, speak louder."

There was no reply from the other end, but the voices in the background kept coming, even getting louder and louder, as if they were discussing something intensely.

After a long time, as if the discussion had come to a conclusion, the other end of the phone suddenly became quiet, with only the occasional, almost imperceptible sigh remaining.

Chen Tian said, "Do you want to come out to the bar to meet us first, or should I go back and pick you up?"

"What happened?" Chen Qian was sensitive to the change in Chen Tian's tone. He continued anxiously, "I'm going to find you. Promise me you won't hide it from me."

"it is good."

The bar is not far away, only about ten minutes away from Qianxing.

But Chen Qian was nervous and felt very uneasy all the way.

The driver drove for more than ten minutes, feeling as if he had been driving for several lifetimes. From the first minute he got in the car, he was kept driving until the navigation system said, "Destination is one hundred meters ahead." Only then did he reluctantly give up.