"Then write about my husband!"
"He's not..."
Mo Huaixing bumped the back of Gan Tang's shoulder with the back of his hand, reminding her, "Stop talking and hurry up and write."
If this continues, they'll start making up all sorts of stories about affairs and mistresses.
I've never been so embarrassed before.
Mo Huaixing helped Gan Tang put on the sash, rubbed his 'mustache' on his lips, and found that the eyebrow pencil was of really good quality. He frowned and said, "Give me your... what's-it-all water."
"Oh!" Gan Tang realized. The makeup remover was left on the car, and she handed the unused cotton pad she had been clutching to Mo Huaixing.
Seeing that Mo Huaixing was about to destroy the evidence, the traffic policeman said urgently, "Don't wipe it. How can it serve as an educational warning if you wipe it?"
Mo Huaixing frowned, veins bulging, fists clenched.
Gan Tang sensed that he had an impulse to 'assault a police officer', so she quickly helped him put on the sash and reassured him, "Don't be impulsive, it's just taking a picture, we're in a hurry!"
If this gets into a fight, it could easily lead to trouble with the police.
Gan Tang held his hand while taking out her phone to take pictures.
How can I take a picture of that? Should I just take two close-up shots of their faces?
"You need to take a picture of all the words on these sashes." The traffic policeman kindly stepped forward to help: "Here, I'll take the picture for you."
He took Gan Tang's phone and helped take two half-body photos.
"Show me when you get ten likes." The traffic policeman said, handing Gan Tang the phone back to him before heading back to directing traffic.
Gan Tang sent the photo to Mo Huaixing and started editing it. After sending it, she noticed that the man beside her hadn't moved at all, and the phone he was holding seemed to have warped.
This is such an important matter today, we can't afford to miss it.
"I'll send it for you, okay?" Gan Tang carefully took out her phone.
Identical photos and similar captions appeared in the two people's WeChat Moments.
The first to react was Gan Tang's WeChat Moments.
On Monday, Fang Heng, who was the first to arrive at the office, was sitting in his office chair, drinking tea and scrolling through his WeChat Moments when a sudden photo popped up in his feed.
The woman had thick, dark eyebrows, while the man had wide, angry eyes and an artistically styled mustache that grew all the way to his ears. Put together, they formed a perfect image of Zhang Fei with his hair standing on end in fury—it was incredibly auspicious.
Fang Heng laughed so hard he spat out a mouthful of tea.
Unexpectedly, the criminal investigator was reprimanded by the traffic police for flirting in the car and obstructing traffic.
"Brother, you've finally met your match." He generously gave Gan Tang the first thumbs up.
At this moment, most people in Qinglong Bay had already gathered in the conference hall. Lu Zhengqian was sitting in the tea room next door, chatting with old friends he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Ali, has Tang'er arrived? Tell her to come over."
Ali was looking at his phone outside the door when he heard this, so he hurriedly came in, held the phone up to Lu Zhengqian, and whispered, "Mr. Fu, take a look."
"Girls need to put on makeup before going out, so it's inevitable that they'll dawdle a bit." Lu Zhengqian laughed at everyone, then quietly took out his phone and gave a thumbs up.
Ali followed closely behind.
Behind her were the employees from the investment department. Among all the names, she thought she saw Chu Jiahe's name, but when she looked closer, it was gone. It was so fast that she didn't know if it was just her imagination.
Did he actually see it?
Wouldn't it be better to see it? Gan Tang suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and hurriedly called the traffic police over. After he confirmed it, she promptly deleted it.
The traffic policeman glanced at the man beside her, who still had a sour face. He decided against a confrontation and asked Gan Tang, "Where's your husband?"
"Right away, right away."
His phone was in Gan Tang's hands. Gan Tang opened her WeChat Moments and found that there wasn't a single like. She couldn't help but complain, "You're not very popular, are you?"
After saying that, I silently gave him my first like.
Not long after, a second like appeared, this time from Fu Cheng. And then, nothing more.
The WeChat Moments was eerily quiet.
Just as Gan Tang was wondering whether to call for help, Fu Cheng's message popped up, a simple word: "Click".
Suddenly, the screen was filled with little hearts, like someone was addicted.
"Got it!"
Gan Tang excitedly patted Mo Huaixing on the shoulder.
"Who ordered this?" Mo Huaixing snatched the phone, his murderous aura making Gan Tang feel that the screen full of names was about to turn into black and white photos.
What kind of person are you? You deserve no likes.
The car was on the verge of speeding when it arrived at Qinglong Bay.
Ali and others waited at the main gate to personally welcome Miss to meet Mr. Fu, while Mo Huaixing hurriedly rushed to the conference hall.
The conference hall was located at the rear center of the Green Dragon Gang's central axis, resembling a huge stadium from the outside. It was packed with people, completely silent.
Mo Huaixing knew that the meeting was about to begin and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the gang leader, Fu Yuanshan, so he hurriedly walked to his seat.
The seating arrangement in the hall is highly hierarchical, with five tiers. The highest tier, facing south, contains only one pure gold chair, commonly known as the "Dragon Throne."
The second floor is where the four hall masters are located.
On the third floor sat twelve people, half of whom were shareholders of the Lu Group, whom Mo Huaixing had met during a board meeting. Of the remaining half, Mo Huaixing had only met one person: Dr. Mu Zi.
The fourth level was occupied by a group of lower-ranking members, including Fu Cheng's and He Zhong's men. Seated at the head of the table was Fu Shaojie. He was allowed to stand alone at the small conference table because he was Fu Yuanshan's son. However, representing the highest level of the Green Dragon Gang, he could only sit in his proper place.
The people on these three levels are arranged on both sides, sitting opposite each other. The people on both sides descend in order, forming a pilgrimage path leading to heaven, and the person sitting at the very top is "God".
The fifth floor is where the members of the Azure Dragon Gang sit, facing the "Dragon Throne." However, only those who have been members for more than three years can sit here. Those who have been members for less than three years sit outside the door.
At the last meeting, Mo Huaixing was sitting outside the door. He had to admit that Gan Tang was right; with her status, everything she did was easier than what he did.
Solemn music began to play, and everyone in the hall knelt in welcome. Those below the steps all knelt on both knees, while those above the steps all knelt on one knee.
They all shouted "Long live the Emperor!"
Mo Huaixing braced himself on the ground with both hands. He knew he shouldn't expose any weakness at this moment, but his bent leg couldn't touch the ground no matter what he did.
The person above me has a blood feud with me, how could I possibly kneel before him?
Fu Yuanshan sat on the "dragon throne," watching the vast sea of heads bow down at his feet, feeling a sense of supreme power.
It made him feel that all the decisions he had made over the years were right, and all the suffering he had endured was worthwhile. This was the only thing that brought him joy in the nearly thirty years since he lost his lover.
He thoroughly enjoyed this sense of being the only one in the ceremony, and watched for a full three minutes before signaling everyone to stand up.
The meeting officially began, and after a string of flowery and empty words, Fu Yuanshan began to reveal his intention in holding the conference.
"Tang'er, come here!"
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