Chapter 943: How Can the Pies Drawn by Different People Be the Same?

When walking out of the conference room, Zhang Yonglin's feeling still lingered on the Li Dashanren Li putting his hand on his shoulder, as if he had handed over the heavy responsibility of Hong Kong Telecom to him.

Having been a professional manager for so many years, Zhang Yonglin didn't know how much warmth and coldness of human relationships he had already felt.

How could he not know that the promises the Li Dashanren Li made to him were actually a bit like drawing a pie.

However, when the Li Dashanren Li drew a pie, he really gave him...

The speaker was indeed using German, but this was not a conversation but a quarrel. All kinds of ugly dirty words revealed the anger of one side, and the other side was not to be outdone. His voice was almost roaring, and his words carried naked threats.

Under the attack of the strong cold air in the previous week, the temperature in Anyin City dropped sharply. The trees on the street had long since lost their vitality, and the withered yellow leaves were scattered all over the ground in the cold wind, and the bare branches appeared particularly desolate.

Wei Cheng was seriously injured, and the rest of the people in Xuanwu City were simply not Chen San's opponents. These remaining few people, even if tied together, could hardly guarantee that they wouldn't be wiped out in one pot. Besides, this Chen Song Zi Yi was a person from the Water Imperial City, how could the Water Imperial City sit idly by?

With a slight smile, Ye Qingquan said easily, watching the other party's lips move, and then smiled and said: "Old Zheng, if we talk about it, I still have to call you Senior Brother!"

When Li Yong and the soldiers were chatting, there was also a circle of health team personnel around them. They also wanted to hear what the brigade commander was saying, and they were also concerned about how to live in the future.

And the idlest person in this Gensokyo would actually take time to cultivate. What kind of strange play is this?

"Do you want to taste it?" Sebastian turned his head, his face warm, with a gentle smile.

Leaning on the comfortable chair of the BMW car and pondering for a long time, Ye Qingquan changed a battery and made a phone call to Jia Junliang, who was working in the Organization Department of the Central Committee in Beijing.

Shaking her head slightly, Yu Shifei remained silent. Before, after Kong Xuan went to Wuyi Mountain to find the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird for a battle and chased after the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, there was no news, and she didn't know where he went.

The four of them ran rapidly across the wilderness, aiming directly at the Demon General who couldn't see any trace at this time.

Liu Mei'er gently rubbed her slightly bulging lower abdomen and said softly: "I will be fine, he is surnamed Lei, he is a descendant of the Lei family, and in the future, the Lei family of the Heavenly Gate will rise again in his hands." Her eyes were tender as water, but she was not looking at Lei Ming.

Actual combat is a competition between the two sides. How to effectively practice one's own attack and defense concepts in a harsh and hostile environment depends on sticking hands. From the perspective of Wing Chun, the starting point of fighting lies here.

On the ground, there were forty or fifty black shadows condensed into human shapes. Under the instructions of the man in the inn, they joined the battlefield directly.

The Water Nether Sword pierced out and collided with the wolf-tooth club. Ye Xiao's strength was far inferior to the barbarian, but his agility was also above the big man's. When the barbarian big man swung a club, Ye Xiao could slash two swords, and if he tried his best, he could even do three swords in one second.

Lei Ming knew he was right, but Senior Sister was his attachment and bond to his previous life, the beauty he once had, and the longing in his heart, but she was gone just like that.

"It seems to have come out from upstairs." The car stopped under a building, and Han Zhu looked up.

Si Qin got up and bowed an apology. She knew that the Young Master was not asking about Ming Zhou, but about Qin Wu, Great Song, and Ming Zhou. In this chaotic situation, they were at most a chess piece, unimportant. What really needed attention were the two fierce tigers lying on the side.

"We have a barrier, we are not worried about a million zombies." Su Kouye deliberately pretended to be indifferent.

"Old immortal, what are you doing!" Another beautiful voice sounded. Listening to this voice, it seems that the other party is also a young and beautiful Asura. ===== CHAPTER 944 =====