Chapter 100: The green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, and the sun shines in the sky.

Li Guo really didn't expect that Tou Er was actually the second-in-command.

He always thought that Nyu Er was just the most ordinary subordinate of Nyu Zi Jing. He was usually responsible for driving, buying snacks, and licking his wings, so there was nothing else to do.

But who would have thought that such a girl without any other people was the second in command of such a huge multinational gang-related organization... The second in command might not sound very nice, but in fact, Li Guo knew that Toriko-jin's personality would definitely not get involved in anything about her gang, and everything was handled by Toriko-jin.

And... if Li Guo was not mistaken, when the Touzi Jing left this organization, it was definitely just an unfinished house. At this scale, Touzi has definitely occupied the dominant force.

"I really can't tell." Li Guo murmured: "Am I really suitable for this position? Honghong..."

The hardcover male secretary was silent for a moment, and his tone seemed very sincere: "I don't know what to say. The water here is too deep. I came in at the age of 20, and it is obviously a lifelong profession now."

Li Guo spitted a sip of cigarette lightly and leaned her head against the car window: "What are you responsible for?"

"I was originally responsible for import and export smuggling, but my performance in the past two years has been bad, and a large share was occupied by the Japanese Miura family, so I resigned." Honghong said while smoking lightly: "Actually, I always felt that I didn't look like a gangster."

Li Guo was stunned and turned his head to look at him and said, "It looks quite similar. If you go to a simple and simple place in my hometown, you will stop on the road at night, and you will not dare to bark."

"You... are you praising me?" Honghong smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Actually, it's okay. My daughter is going to take the college entrance examination this year. She always thought I was a serious white-collar worker and not a gangster."

Li Guo nodded and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "I'll work hard."

In fact, although Li Guo had no confidence to say the kind of big talk of "If you don't do it, do it to the best you want", as long as he agreed to do it, he would never be careless. Even if he was kicked on the shelves like this, he would treat it as a challenge to himself, not to mention that there is a huge think tank behind him, including Touko Jing and so on...

"President, here."

When Li Guo, who was overworked last night, was about to fall asleep, the male secretary Honghong suddenly patted Li Guo's arm and pointed to a modern-looking office building outside, indicating that Li Guo had arrived at the destination.

Li Guo rubbed her sleepy eyes, with a look of surprise. He thought that most of the gangs would be like in the movies, with many people hiding in a basement with dim lights and airtight airtight and full of strong and choking smell. While fiddling with a revolver, he held a cigar in his mouth, and his face was ferocious and terrifying to kill who or who.

But now the sun is shining outside the office building, with bright red five-star red flags and professions printed with corporate logos waving high and low in the door. The fountain in the fence is also spraying silver-white water columns out in conjunction with music, as if the clothes are prosperous and peaceful, singing and dancing in the prosperous times.

"President, you look surprised." Honghong smiled and chatted with Li Guo with a smile: "Do you think the underworld shouldn't be like this?"

Li Guo said "Hmm": "This is too far beyond my imagination."

"Let's talk while walking." Honghong seemed a little proud: "I'll introduce it to you slowly."

As Honghong said, it is really impossible to fully understand this place without introducing it slowly. According to Honghong, this office building is actually the industry of the gang under the name of Touko, with complete functions. There are countless large enterprises entering this office building, from Financial Securities to Motorola, and even have special psychotherapy rooms, various restaurants, and video game pressure relief rooms below.

This 77-story building is also a landmark building of this generation. It is affectionately called 77th Street because of its versatility and practicality.

The top floor of this building is a circular viewing turntable, but it is never open to the public. Many wealthy and large enterprises want to rent that floor, but they are politely rejected. The reason is that the annual large gatherings of large gangs involved in gangs are held here, from morning to night, and they also have a sumptuous and luxurious dinner.

When Li Guo and Honghong went upstairs, it happened to be ten o'clock when the white-collar workers went to work, there were still many people in the elevator. They were dressed so well, with superior expressions on their faces. When facing Li Guo, who was dressed casually and only wore goose yellow down jackets, the eyes were mostly like middle-aged women who looked at themselves looking at migrant workers covered in mud on the bus.

"If someone farts..." Li Guo stared at the floor indicator lights with changing numbers while thinking about the crowded elevator: "That would be a lot of fun."

But it just happened that Murphy’s law said, the more afraid the more things are, the more likely they are to happen. Just halfway through the elevator, the sealed elevator suddenly filled with a violent and suffocating stench. The smell was like milk that had been placed for three days in the summer and steamed eggs that had been placed for five days. For Li Guo, it was a pain like the end of the world.

The little white-collar workers around all looked at Li Guo with contempt. In their opinion, who can do such a fucking thing except a despicable guy like Li Guo?

Li Guo covered her nose, her face full of pain, spread her hands helplessly to the people around her, and said to Honghong sideways: "I really didn't let it go."

The rough male secretary also pointed at a female white-collar worker with a strong figure in front of Li Guo in pain and whispered: "It's her."

Li Guo was stunned: "How do you know?"

"She looked around for about five seconds before the smell appeared, her face looked a little ugly and she was shaking below her waist." Honghong looked at the woman: "Now it smells, she is relaxed, which is obviously a sudden relaxation after the tension."

Li Guo looked at Honghong in great surprise. As he arrived at the floor, the people in the elevator walked clean one after another. Li Guo opened his mouth and asked, "How did you know?"

"I am a master's degree in psychology at Stanford University." Honghong was quite shy when she spoke: "I entered the school in 1989."

Li Guo: "..."

With this education... Li Guo suddenly felt at a loss.

"Then...what are the other people's education?"

Honghong opened his notebook and slowly said: "Today we should have one hundred and seventy-five people, including one hundred and forty people with bachelor's degree or above, ninety-three people with master's degree or above, and nineteen doctoral degree. The highest academic qualification is the doctoral supervisor in international trade."

After hearing this, Li Guo was stunned and leaned against the iron plate of the elevator: "Where are you here? Is Hawking here to give a speech..."

Honghong smiled helplessly: "It's just the gangster annual meeting, President, you're thinking too much."

Li Guo suddenly turned her body over and pressed her head against the naked elevator sheet: "Bird Sperm, Bird Sperm... You're killing me."

"President..." Honghong patted Li Guo's shoulder: "Actually, this doesn't matter. I'll study all my life to make others manage better."

Having said that, Li Guo couldn't help but feel worried about herself when she arrived at the top floor and passed the long and dark corridor. But what are these people trying to do? Such an education would not be a gangster. To put it bluntly, it is simply a tragedy of Chinese education...

When he arrived at the large conference room where the noise could be heard by the soundproofing, Li Guo signaled Honghong not to open the door for the time being. He first tidied up his clothes next to him, and then started the eighth set of children's radio gymnastics.

"Okay!" Li Guo had been fighting for himself for a long time, and finally had the courage to press his hands on the door handle and pushed hard...

The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Li Guo. His thin skin was very confused.

At this time, Tou Er, who had already been here, rushed to Li Guo in two steps, and helped Li Guo take off the cotton jacket outside and hang it on the clothes rack in the corner of the wall.

"The meeting begins soon, do you want something to eat?"

Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu, but his attitude is so kind.

This made Li Guo very uncomfortable.

But those underworld members who were sitting behind the table, like students waiting for class, were shocked and burst into a loud noise from the audience. It was like watching the sounds at Deyun Club and seeing ordinary audiences on stage.

Before Li Guo could be polite, the electric bell in the prototype observation deck suddenly rang, and Toriko Jing immediately increased his clothes and brought Li Guo to his position.

“The vote is about to begin.”

Li Guo was stunned: "Voting? What voting?"

Tori nodded: "About your vote on stage."

Li Guo quietly came over: "Will you come here in vain today?"

Niao Er shook his head meticulously: "Even if no one votes for you, you will be the ultimate winner."

Li Guo grew up and said, "Isn't this cheating..."
Chapter completed!