3362: C3362 Acting Chairman

C3362 Acting Chairman

With a wave of her hand, the Shakyamuni succeeded in capturing him. He spoke arrogantly, saying that the Chinese saints were like chickens and dogs, but the moment he finished speaking, the Green Leaves in her hands spun and emitted sizzling sounds before transforming into a stream of light that shot towards the Shakyamuni.

Guardian King's expression changed as he sensed the terrifying power within the Green Leaves. Without even thinking, he immediately turned around and fled. It was a force that he could not resist. If he delayed it for even a second, he might just die here.

His perception was very strong, but he had still underestimated the terror of Green Leaves.

The Green Leaves was a rune condensed by Yang Ping. It was fine if it did not move, but if it did, it would shock the heavens. Just as the Guardian King turned around, a hole appeared between his eyebrows. The Green Leaves passed through his head and disappeared into the sky. The gray pupils in his eyes lost their vitality as he fell to the ground. Even before his death, he didn't know why he died. It was not only Shakyamuni Golden Wheel, even Zheng Chengming was dumbstruck and felt that it was incomprehensible.

Zheng Qiqi was even more dumbstruck and didn't know what to do.

"This... "What's going on?" Zheng Chengming crawled up and confirmed that the Guardian King had died. He still had some lingering fear and if not for the sudden outburst of the Green Leaves, he would have died a long time ago. Shakyamuni Goldwheel clearly had Saint Stage, but why did his fighting strength far surpass his own. This doesn't make sense.

"Grandfather, are you alright?" Zheng Qiqi supported Elder Zheng as she asked worriedly.

Zheng Chengming coughed blood and said, "Let's leave this place first."

An old man and a young man staggered away.

All that was left was the corpse of Shakyamuni Golden Wheel, lying on the ground coldly.

Finally, a corpse on the ground attracted the attention of other tourists. Soon, someone called the police for help. When the police arrived, it was already ten minutes later. Around the corpse of Shakyamuni Golden Wheel, many tourists were pointing and discussing. Only the police felt it was a serious matter and had to report it to their superiors. With the death of the Tibetan Lama, this would be a serious matter.

A young man stood not far away and looked at the body of the Shakyamuni, saying softly, "The reincarnation of a living Buddha is just a scam. I'm afraid that some expert of the Secret Sect would need a special physique to survive after his lifespan runs out."

The young man was Yang Ping.

The reason he helped Zheng Qiqi was because one of them was attractive, and another was because Ming Zhu was from the Zheng Family. Yang Ping loved Zheng Qiqi so he decided to help her. As for killing the experts of the secret sect, the consequences for others were very serious, but he didn't care at all.

After exiting the world, Yang Ping had undergone a qualitative change. He was still trying to understand the specific situation, and temporarily knew that the Spiritual Force was much stronger than before. If the Spiritual Force was a small lake in the past, then it would be a vast ocean now.

In the battle of Mountain Meng, Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu had disappeared at the same time. Currently, he knew that Zhu Xi was trapped in a mysterious place called the Sky Tomb, and should still be alive. Furthermore, since his Hidden Treasure Pavilion was in ruins and he only saw the necklace with bright beads on it, Yang Ping wanted to find the information as soon as possible.

Yang Ping stayed in the Dragon City for a long time, but was still unable to detect the presence of Ming Zhu. Only then did he confirm that she might not be in the Dragon City and went to another place. As for where, for the time being, he didn't know. The call went through several times, sending countless text messages, but still no reply.

Yang Ping sighed and returned to the China Airlines Plaza.

The sound of firecrackers reached his ears.

He turned around to look.

A brand-new three-storey building stood tall at the original location of the infirmary, replacing the shabby house from before. Seeing the signboard at the entrance of the building that had Yang Medical Center written on it, Yang Ping was stunned.

The building was completed.

The new residence landed on the ground.

The firecrackers should have roared together.

But when he saw Yang Medical Center's name, Yang Ping's eyes reddened. This should have been an order Zhu Xi made before she left, with Huahang Group's financial power, creating a new, three-story building in two months was very simple.

Although the firecrackers were loud, there was only one person at the door. Ma Weiwei covered her ears and carefully ignited the firecrackers. After that, she ran far away. Watching the crackling and crackling of the firecrackers, there was no smile on her pretty face.

According to Chairman Zhu's instructions, the new building was completed, but she hadn't come back yet.

This was not the first time Chairman Zhu had gone missing, but it was a pity that this incident had occurred too quickly. Fortunately, Huahang Group had already switched to the professional manager management mode before Zhu Xi had left, allowing the various businesses in the group to operate smoothly and their achievements to even higher levels.

Ma Weiwei was directly appointed vice president of the group, because it was Chairman Zhu's board of directors directly asked for it, no one objected. Just like this, Ma Weiwei, who had just finished a few months of internship, suddenly soared up into the sky and became the group's vice president.

Sigh.

Ma Weiwei smiled bitterly and put away the engine. She turned around and saw Yang Ping standing by the roadside. After a moment of surprise, she became ecstatic and ran up, shouting, "Yang Ping, is it you?"

"You've worked hard."

Yang Ping looked around at the rebuilt clinic. It was more impressive than before, but it lacked some of the ancient charm.

"Director Yang."

Ma Weiwei wanted to call Yang Ping, but then she remembered something and said, "You're finally back." Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time. "

Yang Ping revealed a questioning expression.

Ma Weiwei explained, "Before Chairman Zhu left, she told the board that she had to leave everything in your hands before she came back. You are now the acting chairman of the group. "

Yang Ping closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Zhu Xi seemed to have expected this outcome, so she had arranged everything well. If he is still alive, hand over the group to him. If he is dead, move into management mode.

"Where's Chairman Zhu?"

Ma Weiwei could not help but ask. There were no days left for Zhu Xi, and Huahang Group lacked Young Master's backbone. Everyone's way of doing things was not as vigorous as before, and their mental states were not stable enough.

"He should be back soon."

Yang Ping smiled and said uncertainly.

"You are the Acting Chairman now. Why don't you go back and attend a meeting to familiarize yourself with the business?" Ma Weiwei reminded him out of goodwill, afraid that Yang Ping would lose too much face, "Should I inform the other departments' bosses to report this to us?"

"Keep it for now."

Yang Ping did not accept, but he did not refuse and said, "Don't worry about the business. Go back and help me organize the personnel files. I'll take a look when I get back."

Even though Ma Weiwei was puzzled, she still left.

Yang Ping naturally wasn't in the mood to manage the company. He only wanted to find the whereabouts of Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu as soon as possible.

After staying in the clinic for a while, the decorations of the building were pretty good. Zhu Xi didn't have much contact with Yang Ping, but she was very familiar with Yang Ping's hobbies, so even though her appearance was cold, she was actually very meticulous.

The better the hospital, the more uncomfortable Yang Ping felt.

On the banks of the Luo River River.

Yang Ping leaned on the railing, looking at the Luo River that quietly disappeared, sighing at the passing away person.

Right here.

He had encountered North Heavenly King, witnessed Spatiotemporal River, experienced countless cycles of reincarnation, and almost had a mental breakdown.

Right here.

He met Zhu Xi, and the two of them made up again, no longer facing each other with cold faces, and agreed to be good friends.

Right here.

He had begun a new chapter in his life, a life of slaughter.

If everything could be repeated, how much would it be?

It was a pity that the golden age did not come again, and life was hard to come by. Time was easy to pass on, but hard to collect.

Where is the Heavenly Tomb?

Yang Ping clenched his fist and cursed in his heart.1

"If I were you, I would have gone to save him. Why am I still in Dragon City?"

A familiar sweet voice sounded.

Yang Ping turned around and saw a pretty figure walking towards him.

Su Ying?

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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