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But Qing Ben is not guilty, he has this thing, and he has become the target of many Jianghu people.

So there was no way, he had to use this method to hide his tracks.

The King of Organs sighed softly, he knew that his unspeakable secrets were probably understood by Ren Qianxing, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, and lowered his head.

Ren Qianxing snorted coldly, he guessed correctly: "You just want to hand over all these things to me, not only do you get an excellent heir, but you can also get out of the way!"

Bu Jingyun suddenly realized that this old man really couldn't bear such a heavy secret, and wanted to get out, so he found someone to shake the pot.

Bu Jingyun was a little angry, and reached out to pat Ren Qianxing's shoulder.

"I thought it was a big bargain before, but now it seems that I am in big trouble, but we won't take this job, and you don't have such responsibilities and obligations anyway!"

The old king of the agency was startled, and a frightened look appeared on his face: "Don't, I finally found such an excellent successor, and you got me away in a few words?!"

Ren Qianxing shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter, he was not a person who was afraid of trouble, and he could see that although the king of organs had the motive to dump the pot, he sincerely wanted to tell Ren Qianxing everything he thought and learned.

With a heavy burden on his shoulders, it is indeed time for him to take a break after so many years of moving forward alone.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and these young people have the responsibility and obligation to continue the unfinished business of these predecessors.

"Well, since you trust me so much, I will hand over these voids to me, then I will be reluctant to make it, but I have to make a request!"

The old Wang hurriedly nodded: "No problem, what do you want to ask?"

It's just that at this time, the old king of the organ has nothing to give Ren Qianxing except for his old bones.

Ren Qianxing stretched out his hand and patted the other party's shoulder: "My request is very simple, re-establish Fengdu City and let Fang Rulan have a home of her own!"

At this time, Fang Rulan, who had been standing in the shadows, suddenly raised her head and looked at the glimmer of light with an incredible gaze.

He really didn't expect Ren Qianxing to make the only request to the King of Organs, which was to rebuild a home for him.

Fang Rulan even felt that she had misheard, the relationship between him and Ren Qianxing was already that of Pingshui, although he had become his subordinate now, he should not have much affection.

Ren Qianxing was so thoughtful about himself, he was naturally moved in his heart!

The organ king was also stunned, and then a pleased smile appeared on his face: "But you are more shrewd and reliable than I imagined, young man, since this is the case, I will agree to your request!"

The King of Organs is also a very good master builder, and since he has come forward to rebuild it, Fang Rulan's lost lower edge is very suitable.

Ren Qianxing has too many things, and he doesn't have any time and energy to preside over and guide, and handing things over to a retired old man can be regarded as a multiplier effect with half the effort.

At this moment, Fang Rulan woke up like a dream, he rushed over and knelt down in front of Ren Qianxing, and thanked him repeatedly.

Ren Qianxing waved his hand: "There is nothing to thank for this, since you are my subordinate, I will definitely think about your interests." "