"Su Yang, are you ready? Remember, you must not talk nonsense after you go!"

"Okay, this is not a big deal. It's just an interview with a TV station."

Although Su Yang said he was relaxed, in fact he was still a little nervous inside.

The credit for Shanhai's destruction of the Haohai Group was attributed to him. The notebook left by Wang Ke also provided the police with a large amount of evidence.

Affected by this incident, he suddenly became a celebrity in Qincheng. In the past two days, he received many invitations for radio interviews.

But tonight is different. The interview with him tonight is not a small program, it is a column with high ratings.

"Su Yang, remember. When you go there, you have to find ways to get to know more wealthy people. But don't forget to promote our consulting company!"

"Okay, I can't forget it. Okay, the time is up, I should go."

Just as he was about to go out, he bumped into the courier boy.

The little brother stood stunned for two minutes and asked a little confused: "You, are you Su Yang?"

"Yes, how do you know me?"

"Oh, the person who sends the express, the most handsome person in this room is Su Yang."

"Okay, you have a good sense." Su Yang beamed when he was told that, he happily took the express delivery and gave the little brother ten yuan.

The little brother left, and Lan Yan sneered at him.

"Tch, it's the boss's job. Look at his IQ. Can't you tell that the courier has already paid you?"

"I, I'm willing to give it as a tip, okay?"

Su Yang rolled his eyes at him angrily and tore open the express delivery.

There was only a piece of paper inside, which said:

The setting sun of doomsday: Su Yang (main) can be held in one hand: Wang Dana (auxiliary)

"What the hell is this? What does it mean? Who sent it?"

Lan Yan rummaged around to see if there was any other information. Su Yang sat aside silently.

He remembered...

On the first day he entered Haohai, someone called Wang Ke and Wang Dana in front of him.

At that time, he thought that Dana Wang was just Wang Ke's nickname, and he had also called him Wang Ke, but he pushed him away. Now it seems that Dana Wang is his real name.

But, what does this "setting sun of doomsday" mean?

…

Remote villages, deep ancient houses.

Surrounded by a mossy courtyard and two closed doors.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open. A man in fine clothes walked into the lobby anxiously.

In the middle of the lobby, there was a huge round table. Three men wearing masks were sitting around the round table. The candlelight on the table flickered, reflecting three animal heads.

The man in fine clothes walked to the round table and bowed his head in salute.

"Hello, three presidents."

"explain."

"Yes. King, Dana Wang has rebelled. Also, No. 9 is back."

The three masked men were silent for a long time, and each made an "eight" gesture.

The man in fine clothes quickly went down. Only then did the three of them begin to communicate.

"You think it's a bit of a joke to ask Lao Ba to kill Lao Ninth?"

"No way. Lao Jiu has lost his memory after all. We can do mental arithmetic but not care. It should be fine."

"Yes, our biggest reliance now is that Lao Jiu has lost his memory. I hope Lao Ba won't be so stupid and let him remember something. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, put him in the frying pan."

"Okay, let's do it like this. Let Lao Ba try it first. Let's collect some information on the way. If he can't do it, we will discuss Lao Ninth's affairs at the next gathering."

A gust of wind blew and the candlelight went out.

The door creaked open, but there was no one inside...

…

"Professor Chen, I'm sorry. I didn't know things would turn out like this."

At Dr. Zhang's funeral, Su Yang's eyes were red and he apologized to Professor Chen who was crying.

He regretted his misunderstanding of Dr. Zhang and felt ashamed for not being able to save him in time.

Professor Chen introduced him to this old man. But he didn't expect that the result would be like this. He felt sorry for neither of these two old men.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Lao Zhang called me and praised you as a sensible boy. He did the right thing and died a worthy death for the people!"

At the funeral, many people came, and the scene was full of mourning...

"Professor Chen, these are Dr. Zhang's relics. You were his best friend during his lifetime, so we think we should give these to you."

"Okay, thank you, thank you."

After sending away the personnel handling Dr. Zhang's affairs, Professor Chen walked into the study room with Dr. Zhang's belongings.

Most of the things they sent were academic documents that ordinary people couldn't understand.

There was only one book inside, which was Dr. Zhang's personal notes. Professor Chen touched the cover emotionally, as if an old friend was by his side.

"You old guy, we agreed to leave together. It's better for you to leave alone first. Let me see if you said bad things about me in your diary again."

Putting on his reading glasses, Professor Chen slowly started reading.

As he watched, his expression gradually became serious, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Not long after, he stumbled and sat up from his chair, frantically rummaging through the bookshelves.

Soon, he found it. He took the book and compared it with his notes...

"Oh my god, there really is such a thing. I didn't expect that the legendary secret record is actually true. God helps me! Hahahaha."

Professor Chen's wild laughter spread far and wide in the dark night and did not stop for a long time.

The night wind turned around the notes and revealed a page.

There are two big words written on that page: Flower, God!
Chapter completed!