City of Streamer

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"Awen is twenty-three years old this year and has no family. He is said to be the posthumous son of one of Zhao Huaan's men. He grew up with his widowed mother in an opium garden. Because he was smart since he was a child, he somehow caught Zhao Huaan's eyes and specially ordered Focus on training him, let him go to school, and let him work with his deputy."

Rong Jiashang listened and hummed: "How can you think that you are trained to be your own confidant, how can you send me to be a bodyguard? Besides, I have thrown out the arms and smoke now, and they are gone. Exploiting value, it's time to call him back."

"What are the plans of the young master?" Secretary Chen asked.

"Don't move and respond to changes." Rong Jia said, "Continue to stare at him, and report any changes to me in time."

Secretary Chen responded, and added, "The American doctor who contacted me about my husband's injury sent a telegram and asked me when I would go to the United States for a check-up so that I could prepare for the surgery."

Rong Jia was a little undecided.

Rong Dingkun refused to see Rong Jiashang since he knew that his son was a crazy loser and gave away most of his blood and sweat. Even if they saw him, they scolded him from beginning to end, grabbing everything within reach and smashing them at Rong Jia. Rong Jia was too lazy to make fun of himself, and he hadn't seen him much for a month.

Rong Dingkun has given up on himself now, and he no longer thinks about healing his injuries, let alone going out. In his state, even if Rong Jiashang sent him to the United States, he would definitely not cooperate with the treatment, but it was a waste of money. Can not send, and some can not justify.

While Rong Jia was thinking, the phone on the desk suddenly rang. Secretary Chen picked it up at his signal, responded twice, and suddenly his expression changed.

Rong Jia asked with his eyes.

Secretary Chen covered the microphone, lowered his voice and said excitedly: "Eldest young master, several hall masters really started to fight. Yesterday, three opium gardens were burned in a row, and they even drove a car with iron chains on its tires into the ground. All the bulbs that were just planted were crushed!"######

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