Be enraged

The first-class cabin of an international flight was expensive, but comfortable. Although it was comfortable, there was no mood to enjoy the high cooling. He was full of hope that the plane would arrive in France quickly. As soon as he got on the plane, he took out a stack of thick information and read it. This stack of information was gathered by Gaoleng while he was waiting, and the long flight time could not be wasted.

He placed his notebook aside and waited for the flight to stabilize. He still had several cooperation plans to do. The first one to bear the brunt was the green food cooperation plan with Brother Biao. Obviously, just cooperating with Brother Biao was not Gaoleng’s ultimate goal.

In his thick stack of information, most of the information in English was about green food, while a small portion was about several domestic catering giants.

Suddenly, a fragrance floated over. It was a faint gardenia fragrance, elegant and pure. Gaoleng looked up and was slightly surprised. The person sitting next to him was Korean super-red artist Song Qiao. Song Qiao was four years older than Gaoleng by age, but her appearance was very delicate, and she could not tell that she belonged to her elder sister in the slightest.

One of Song Qiao’s early TV dramas was so popular in Empire that almost every girl had seen that tragic love movie. At that time, the news blew her off as a goddess. Now, Gao Leng felt that the media really didn’t blow her off. Her skin was bulletproof and her figure was curvaceous. Although Xiaoqiao was very predictable.

She’s not very photographed, I look much better than on camera, Gaoleng thought, He politely nodded at her. He casually took out his business card and handed it to her. In his memory, The South Koreans were famous for being courteous. When the girls saw the men inside, they would bend slightly and shout Oppa. They didn’t expect that after Song Qiao reached out to receive the business card, she would only nod coldly and slightly frown. The bag in her hand was immediately taken away by the assistant and put away, as if she wanted to keep a distance from Gaoleng.

Han Xing, a tall ball. Gao laughed coldly. The Korean entertainment industry sucks. He is an expert. Not to mention the fierce blowing of Han Feng in the past, Song Qiao has been famous for too long. She is afraid that someone will ask her for an autograph or something.

Gaoleng ignored him and turned to look at the information.

Ding dong ding dong, two text messages came in succession. Gaoleng glanced at them. One was from Lu Yajun. It was very brief. Next time, a friend came to pick up the plane. This person is my old friend. If you encounter any problems that cannot be solved by law in France, look for him.

The problem that the law cannot solve is the French mafia.

The other one was sent by Su Su. Butler will pick up the plane. I think there are many people at the airport. Miss Mu needs to recover from her injuries. She needs to wait for you at the villa. Butler will tell you the other details.

Beijing flies to France for about ten hours. Ten hours is a long time for others, but it is not enough for Gaoleng. After reading the information quickly, he opens his notebook and starts to write the plan and cooperate. Original owner Gaoleng’s English is excellent, and Gaoleng has learned from him since he was reborn, so he has done well in his English program.

Ten hours later, this Song Qiao superstar beside him also occasionally looked at Gaoleng, and was somewhat impressed by his rapid knocking on his English.

‘”Sir, you’re writing this …” The journey was boring. Finally, the originally dignified Miss Song couldn’t help but take the initiative to speak.

“I’m working.” Gaoleng replied coldly without raising his head. He didn’t have the time to talk to Han Xing, especially the superstar who had just looked so tall. Right now, Gaoleng’s first priority was to bring Mu Xiaoleng home, and his second priority was to quickly develop his career and see if he could help Mu Zhengtang.

He doesn’t like to be disturbed when he is busy with business.

Song Qiao’s face collapsed awkwardly and she didn’t say anything else. The two of them were speechless along the way. Gaoleng had been busy for ten hours and had written several plans. He didn’t close his notebook until the plane landed. His body was different from ordinary people, ten hours of work was nothing to him, and he was still in high spirits. On the other hand, Miss Song Qiao had a tired expression on her face.

To be exact, almost everyone on the plane was tired.

Long-haul flights are not so easy to sit on.

Off the plane, there was a burst of humidity and warmth. It rained in Paris. The weather was about the same as the autumn in the Empire. It was slightly cool. The VIP gate from Gaoleng and the first class people also walked there. As soon as they arrived at the pick-up gate, a group of people provoked them all to look sideways.

A black suit and a 1.9-meter-tall man looked like Mexicans at a glance. Old Mo was famous in Europe for his bodyguards. One of the bodyguards raised a sign high up and said, “Gaoleng.”

“The underworld.” Behind him came the whispers of an Empire compatriot, and after that, he heard Song Qiao and the others speak the Korean language of a vast group of people, probably speaking the same wave of people.

It was simply too eye-catching. At first glance, it was Old Mo’s bodyguard group that came to pick up the plane. It was a proper faction.

Gaoleng strode over. At the front of the group of Mexican bodyguards stood a middle-aged man from the empire. Seeing Gaoleng come over, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, “President Gao, you are much more handsome than the one in the photo.” President Lu was indeed very safe, so he sent the photos to him early so that he could pick up the plane.

“President Gao, here you are.” At this time, a familiar voice came from not far away. Gaoleng raised his head and looked over. He saw Old Butler from the Su Su Clan walking over with a smile, followed by four or five followers.

Dude, there were more people picking up Gaoleng than a bunch of VIPs. A group of people surrounded him and walked towards the garage. Old Butler had been walking beside Gaoleng and whispered to Gaoleng about what had happened to Mu Xiaoleng since he came to France. Hearing Gaoleng’s anger soar, his hands clenched into fists and creaked.

“Lu Gaofei, Dao Tianshou.” Gaoleng said, hating him to the bone.

When they arrived at the garage, they saw four Hummers and two Audi R8s parked in unison. The Hummers were obviously driven by this group of bodyguards sent by Lu Yajun’s friend, while the Audi R8 was driven by Butler and the others.

“Holy shit, what kind of background does this young man have? It’s as if he’s going to open fire when he comes to pick up the plane.” The imperial compatriots who walked all the way over from behind couldn’t help but sigh. Their voices were a little loud, and the group of bodyguards standing beside Gaoleng looked over in unison.

The man didn’t know how to walk. He stood awkwardly on the spot. After a few seconds, he bent down and ran towards his car. These days, he could bring a Mexican bodyguard with him in Europe and two Hummers. He couldn’t afford to offend them.

“This person … what kind of background does he have?” Song Qiao muttered to herself. She took out the business card that Gaoleng had given her before. She didn’t care about it and looked at it. The agent next to her hurriedly moved over and flipped the business card to the back. The back was in English. She read, “General Manager of Starshine Magazine.”

“He’s just the general manager of a magazine. Is he that awesome?” Song Qiao walked to pick up her car. Her car was parked next to the Hummer. The BMW Seven Series was like a tractor.

“What a pity! You were sitting next to him just now! This person must be of great background and is from the media. Your next step is to return to the empire. What a pity!” The manager beside Song Qiao was so regretful that his intestines were about to break. Song Qiao also revealed a rather regretful expression as she smiled at Gaoleng.

Gaoleng glanced at her and ignored her. He turned around and extended his hand to Old Butler, “Thank you for coming to pick up the plane. It’s been hard work. Please send me the address of the villa. I’ll just go to the villa when I’m done.” As he spoke, he pointed at the two Hummers. “Now, I’ll go clean up that Lu Gaofei.”

Obviously, if Gaoleng had guessed that Mu Xiaoleng might have been wronged and furious, then the situation Old Butler had reported to him was far more disgusting than he had imagined.

Gaoleng, you’re angry!