Meng Crook's expression changed again and again, then he laughed and turned to look at Qiao Zhenhong, "Boss Qiao, I'm sorry, wait for a moment, I have an old friend here."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at the butler, "Old Liu, go and add a chair and a pair of chopsticks, I'll pick up my old friend."

Meng Crook stood up and walked outside. After going out, there were a series of laughter sounds.

After a while, Meng Cuzi and a fat middle-aged man walked in. The middle-aged man had a very square head, not the kind of curse, but the kind of square one that really had a long square one.

He had a small flat head, dusty body, and his trouser legs were full of mud ideas. He was holding a one-meter-long roller blind in his arms and a round hat, which was full of mud ideas and grass leaves.

The two of them walked in side by side, Meng Crook raised his hand, "Come on, brother, I miss you so much for many days. You are here just in time, Brother Wang Lang is here, we haven't seen each other for many years. Today is really fate. Come on, everyone will not return if they are drunk, haha, they will not return if they are drunk!"

Meng Cuzi was so kind, just like he was a good brother who had never seen many years with the Eight-faced Buddha.

The Eight-faced Buddha pulled the stool and sat next to Wang Lang without saying a word. Wang Lang hugged a pig's elbow and groaned. Seeing the exhausted Eight-faced Buddha beside him, Wang Lang couldn't help laughing.

"I said, are you going to fight with those monkeys?" Wang Lang smiled.

The eight-faced Buddha raised his eyelids, glanced at Wang Lang, snorted and stopped talking, tightening the straw curtain in his arms.

Meng Crook picked up the wine glass, and the butler came up and poured another glass of wine for the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Come on, brother, it's not easy to have a drink, it's not easy to come in a dusty way. This glass of wine is to welcome you, brother."

The Eight-faced Buddha snorted coldly, and Meng Cuzi didn't even want to be embarrassed. He raised his neck and drank it all, and then sat steadily on the chair.

Both hands shook, Meng Cerzi picked up the knife and fork on the table, cut the ear of a roasted whole sheep and put it on a plate, and cut the other ear and put it on another plate.

Then he looked at the butler, who came over and put two plates with ears in front of Wang Lang and the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Two brothers, this is the best place in the whole roasted lamb, for you two." Meng Cerzi raised his hand and said politely.

Wang Lang grabbed the pig's elbow in his hand and slanted his eyes to raise his ears.

On the grassland, this thing is given to the elders for the younger generation, which means to make the younger generation obedient.

Now Meng Crook let Wang Lang and the Eight-faced Buddha eat it, and everyone knows what the meaning of the fools mean.

Put down the half-eat pig's elbow, Wang Lang picked up the plate that was holding his ears.

Bang!

The plate was split into pieces.

"Ah, sorry, brother, I accidentally fell to the ground. Oh, what should I do? Oh, I'm so angry." Wang Lang said so soft that he spoke.

Meng Crooked, with a bad face, smiled casually, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem, I'm going to eat whatever I like."

Wang Lang was eating angrily, and the eight-faced Buddha next to him snorted coldly, "Meng Crook, we are not secretly talking. I am here to settle the score with you today. You killed my whole family, and today we settle the new and old accounts together."

Meng Crooked laughed dryly, "Eight-faced Buddha, I am in a good mood today. If you don't kill you, you can eat as long as you want. If you don't want to eat, the door is there, so you can't walk slowly and don't send it."

The eight-faced Buddha put the rolled straw mat in his hand on the table, and it seemed that something was wrapped inside, and it made a clang when it was placed on the table.

Meng Crook casually glanced at the Eight-Faced Buddha's things, and a group of people rushed in outside the door, each of whom was holding a gun in his hand and facing the Eight-Faced Buddha.

The Eight-faced Buddha was not afraid at all and snatched the remaining half of Wang Lang's pig's elbow from Wang Lang and ate it in big mouthfuls.

Wang Lang grinned, grabbed the whole roasted lamb with bare hands, reached out and pulled down one of his hind legs, hugged them and ate.

Meng Crooker looked at the eating patterns of the two, waved his hands with a sneer, and said coldly, "What are you doing when you come in? Didn't you see my two virtuous brothers and I having dinner?"

Wang Lang and the Eight-faced Buddha were not even a bird with Meng Crooked, and they were eating on their own.

Meng Crooker signaled Qiao Zhenhong to eat together, and several people were squeezing.

After Meng Cuzi was full of wine and food, he turned to look at the butler. The butler asked someone to pack things. Wang Lang and the Eight-faced Buddha glared at the same time. Several people who packed things stopped moving and looked at Meng Cuzi at the same time.

Meng Crooked, and the butler stepped forward and said, "Remove the seat!"

Wang Lang stood up and copied all the remaining roasted lambs. The Eight-faced Buddha held two plates and put the things on the table behind him, like two starving ghosts reincarnated.

Meng Crouchi shuffled his hands, and several people carried the table away. After a while, the servant came up to serve the dessert after dinner.

Qiao Zhenhong wanted to smoke, but Meng Crook stopped him and pulled out a cigarette as thick as a finger from the cigarette box he wanted to smoke and handed it to Qiao Zhenhong, "Boss Qiao, smoke this, given by friends from China."

Qiao Zhenhong smiled like a fool, took the cigarette and lit it and took a happy sip.

After a while, the servant came to serve tea again. It was freshly cooked tea, and the water bottle was the kind of water that looked very awesome.

Wang Lang took the water bottle from the servant and saw that there was a crown on the water bottle, and a wing on the body of the bottle, which were all inlaid with mineral water, but the serious aristocrats in the water.

"Yes, Meng Cutezi, I cook tea from Kobe mineral water, a bottle of one thousand oceans, rich people, lame." Wang Lang put down the water bottle with greasy hands.

Meng Crooked, smiled slightly, "Today you are distinguished guests, so I will take it out and cook tea for everyone."

Qiao Zhenhong stretched his neck and pointed to the strange-shaped water bottle, "Is this mineral water?"

Meng Crook smiled, "It's just ordinary water, and the price is slightly higher. It is limited to production every year in R country. I have always been interested in limited editions, so I sent someone to buy some for me. I found that it was a unique flavor for brewing tea."

"Come on, you, the water inside is just like that, it's not as good as the three-dollar Baisuishan tea." Wang Lang said.

Meng Crook smiled slightly, and did not say this, and changed the subject.

"Brother Wang Lang, brother invites you here today because he wants to discuss something with you." Meng Crookedzi looked at Wang Lang with a smile.

Wang Lang burped, wiped his mouth, took a bottle of new water from the servant, lowered his head and washed his hands and rinsed his mouth with the eight-faced Buddha.

The servant's face changed drastically. He looked at Meng Cuzi nervously. Meng Cuzi smiled and signaled the servant to continue cooking tea.

Wang Lang finished his mouth slurping, "What's the matter?"

"How about you, brother, buy a way out and a way out of money?"

"I didn't understand." Wang Lang shook his ears.

Meng Crook smiled slightly, "Brother, you and I are both wise people. Let's stop pretending to be confused and open the skylight to speak loudly. I am going to open the domestic channels. As long as you agree, you can get a commission from it. Of course, the only requirement is that you don't interfere with it."
Chapter completed!