Seeing his father's indignation, Guo Binglan immediately finished the attack:

"That's right, dad, this kind of person is simply a scumbag. You can find someone and catch it directly. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that such a desperate will do something. The little guitar is only eleven years old. What if...!"

Guo Desheng nodded with a dark face:

"Don't worry, I'll call right away."

He took out his phone and called an old friend.

His old friend is a director of the municipal bureau, with his surname Qian.

"Old Qian, it's me. I have something to do here. I hope you can come forward to help me with it."

Lao Qian on the other end of the phone immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Your man's business is mine. Tell me, I'll do it for you right away."

Guo Desheng told the matter again, and Lao Qian on the other end of the phone suddenly felt a little nervous and asked immediately:

"Brother, who do you mean? The boss of Qingcheng Entertainment Company? There is also an assistant? The one named Long Qi?"

Guo Desheng frowned immediately and said with some displeasure:

"What? Do you know each other?"

Old Qian shivered all over and was so scared that he almost threw away the phone. He looked at no one around, then lowered his voice and said hurriedly:

"How did you mess with this evil star?"

Guo Desheng was stunned:

"What's the meaning?"

"Oh, man, don't you understand? This is a plague god killing god, and it's not something we can afford to mess with. Let's say that, you and I add up to it, in other people's eyes, it's not as thick as others' legs. I'm not exaggerating at all. Don't mention this name in front of me anymore. Remember, you haven't called me, goodbye."

Lao Qian hung up the phone directly, and Guo Desheng was stunned.

Seeing his father's white face, Guo Binglan couldn't help but tremble in her heart and asked carefully:

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Guo Desheng frowned tightly. After thinking about it, he changed his phone number and called. After the call was connected, his tone was much relaxed, and he even had a little pleading:

"Old Qian, we have been in love for more than ten years. You have to tell me the truth. This phone call is absolutely safe. Don't worry. I will definitely not pass on any word of what you say."

Lao Qian was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and his tone became extremely cautious:

"Old Guo, didn't I tell you, when did you offend this young master Long?"

Guo Desheng didn't have any arrogance at this time. He quickly told the matter, and Lao Qian smiled coldly on the other end of the phone:

"Needless to say, it must be your daughter's fault. Let me tell you this. Even if you offend some ministers or governors, I might be able to talk to you with all my strength. But, the master you offended, alas, those big men are not worthy of carrying shoes for him in front of him."

Lao Qian is the director of the Municipal Bureau and is known as the best of everything. He knows a lot about several things recently.

Including the last charity dinner murder night, and the incident of more than eighty games taking place.

Long Qi had long been imprinted with the most terrifying and unprovocable deep mark in Lao Qian's heart.

When Guo Desheng heard Lao Qian say this, he felt a chill and directly surged from the heart of his feet to the sky spirit cover.

The phone on his hand almost slipped down in fear.

His voice trembled:

"I...how do I know...this...is...it's...!"

Lao Qian seemed to be talking, and in his eyes, awesome people like Mr. Long, who are lightning-boosted, also seem to be well-informed:

"Oh, tell you the truth, do you know who he is?"

"What...who?"

Guo Desheng's voice sounded like a swaying sound.

Lao Qian deliberately lowered his voice and said slowly:

"I also heard from the director that this person is said to be the prince of the inner city, and he is the prince with the highest status in the inner city, the illegitimate son of a top boss. Alas, people breathe a sigh of relief, we don't even know how we died. Do you know what he did not do recently?"

“What did you do?”

Old Qian was mysterious and even felt a cool breeze suddenly appear on his back.

"Just last month, the entertainment industry held an annual charity dinner, do you know? All the participants are big stars and big names."

Guo Desheng's voice was crying:

"Old Qian, you said, don't scare me."

Old Qian whispered:

"That night, someone wanted to tease the woman of the Dragon Master, that was Mr. Xia, Qingcheng Entertainment. It is said that they were all the princes of the inner city. In the end, the Dragon Master took action and directly killed more than a dozen masters of the relevant departments. The two inner city princes were so scared that one of them peeded in their pants and the other drank them, but there was nothing wrong with them. There were so many awesome people in the entertainment industry who dared to spread a word randomly when they saw this scene?"

Guo Desheng only felt goose bumps all over his body. He was like Alzheimer's disease, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Okay, I've said everything I should say, you can do it yourself!"

Listening to the beeping sound from the other end of the phone, Guo Desheng's body was covered in fat.

He returned to the living room in a daze. When Guo Binglan saw his father's face, she was immediately frightened.

"Dad, you...!"

Guo Desheng suddenly became furious, grabbed the teapot on the table, and smashed Guo Binglan's head.

Guo Binglan screamed, covered her face and flashed to the side. The teapot hit her hand, burning a layer of skin.

Hearing the screams in the living room, Guo Binglan's mother rushed out:

"I'm old, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Guo Desheng stared at Guo Binglan like a hungry wolf:

"Then you tell me what the hell is going on? You dare to tell me a lie, I will strangle you to death with my own hands!"

Guo Binglan finally knew that she had messed with someone she shouldn't have messed with. She was so scared that she collapsed on the ground. Then she sobbed and said what happened in Qingcheng Company in the afternoon.

Guo Desheng sat on the sofa without saying a word for a long time.

Early the next morning, Director Su of the General Administration of Guangyang received a call from Guo Binglan.

"Xiao Guo? What's the matter?"

"Director, I want to take leave!"

Guo Binglan's voice was obviously crying:

"I feel uncomfortable and want to take a while for vacation."

"Oh? Take a leave? The task has been very heavy recently. All the clerks in the bureau have been sent. I am going to promote you to the team leader. Qingcheng Entertainment cannot be without people."

Guo Binglan's panicked voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone:

"No, no, no, I won't go, Director, I'm going to ask for leave. Even if you fire me, it doesn't matter. I'm dead!"

Director Su looked at the phone in his hand and couldn't help but sneer.

I don’t know who was on the whim to create such a hateful monitoring team.

Isn’t this asking for death by yourself?

Look, there is nothing wrong with the other fifteen monitoring groups, but something happened to Qingcheng Entertainment on the first day.

Director Su also knew that Guo Binglan and Feng Ziyang were all motivated by others.

Who can I blame for seeking death?
Chapter completed!