Xiong Baizhou looked at the bar manager who lowered his head and apologized, waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be responsible for me, and I won't blame you. I handed over this street to my subordinates. I will ask him the reason first, and you will arrange all the onlookers."

Many people know about Song Shihao's incident of lying on the ICU for several months before he woke up. For those who can return to the world after walking at the gate of hell, anyone should give a thumbs up, but now Song Shihao's temples and forehead are sweating slightly.

When the bar manager heard Xiong Baizhou say this, he knew that this big man was not willing to let him go easily, but that he and the waiter were not qualified to make him angry.

"Get up and arrange all the guests with me." The bar manager pulled up the sluggish waiter.

The waiter already understood that this young man who had always had a good temper and avoided it repeatedly was Xiong Baizhou, and the one who had always wanted to do it was named Song Shihao.

Needless to say, the influence of these two people is that the name "Xiong Baizhou" can be thrown into this tank of Jianghu in Guangdong City, and it can easily explode a pit.

"Manager, save me, please save me." The waiter was really scared. He had no intention of running at all. The 4,000-kilometer master lifted the man back, where could he run?

"You don't have to worry about what that person is in Guangdong City, and he won't care about us." The manager comforted slowly.

When the manager reminded him, the waiter suddenly remembered that Xiong Baizhou took the initiative to avoid him several times and calmed down a little: "Yes, how can he have a common understanding of people like him?"

The manager was watching from the side, watching the waiter's eyes collapse from panic to calm down, and he smiled in his heart.

"Big Boss Xiong doesn't care about it, but what about the others." The manager glanced at Song Shihao: "He will definitely not let you go. He will definitely be able to save his life, but there are still a few teeth left."

Seeing that the manager had finally watched the crowd dispersed, Xiong Baizhou turned to look at Song Shihao. It was already summer in Guangdong. The weather was already hot, and coupled with the tension, the sweat on Song Shihao's temples had already gathered under his jaw.

"Ta." Under the pull of gravity, a drop of sweat finally dripped on the ground.

"Call everyone here." Xiong Baizhou suddenly said.

"Yes." Song Shihao heard the sound and knew that the "screaming all" Xiong Baizhou said did not refer to everyone in the world, but to those who were almost responsible for each of them.

Song Shihao took out his cell phone and called one by one. Xiong Baizhou's face was calm and his eyes were staring at the river bank not far away. The bar was still lively. The guests sitting outside thought the dispute had been resolved, so they were quite bored and returned to their seats to continue to drink.

However, things changed soon.

The fastest arrival was Wei Wu, the permanent representative of the Sihai, who was on the opposite construction site. He heard that the boss was right opposite and hurriedly brought a few people to this side. He found Xiong Baizhou sitting on the chair with a heavy face. He glanced at Song Shihao who was a little embarrassed. Wei Wu walked up carefully: "Big Boss, I'm here."

"Yes." Xiong Baizhou looked up and looked at it.

Wei Wu was a little nervous and quietly approached Song Shihao and said, "What's going on? The boss seems not very happy."

Song Shihao touched the sweat on his face and briefly explained what happened just now. Wei Wu looked at the bar and said fiercely: "What the hell is it!"

Sihai is not very far from here. Soon, cars with double flashes were blocked at the bar entrance. This place seemed to be a central point, and the leaders of Sihai in the city were gathering here.

This move doesn't matter, and it caused a stir in the entire underground world of Guangdong City because some people were having dinner and talking. After receiving the call, they suddenly put down their chopsticks: "Sorry, the boss is looking for me, and we'll talk to you next time."

One by one, the men in suits came to the coco door. The bar manager was already in a state of no desire and no desire. The gods could not get involved in the meeting.

Chen Qingyun, Sheng Yuanqing, Bai Dengwei, and Huang Ruibo are not big boss-level, but they all stood up honestly after getting off the bus.

Xiong Baizhou is still relatively humane. He doesn't want so many people to block the bar door to affect business. When Ma Desheng and Gao Hong, the farthest Panyu, arrived, Xiong Baizhou waved his hand and brought these brothers to the riverside.

The younger brothers who followed him dared not follow him. Although it was obviously a slogan, they could not be scolded if they were not qualified enough.

They were all scattered around in groups of three or three. Although the little brothers from all over the world did not come, the atmosphere on the street was soon suppressed by a group of young people.

The younger brother who was originally in charge of this street also came here, but they knew it was going to be bad when they saw this attitude.

"Brother Dawei, what did Ding Master call these big guys here for?" asked a younger brother.

"How could I know?" A fat man, who was estimated to be 200 pounds, replied. His suit was soaked, his chest was pressed against his back, and his heart was still pounding.

"Will it have something to do with our skipping work? Ding Ye's face is not very good. I saw Ding Ye's serious expression for the first time after I came in."

Dawei wiped the sweat from his eyelids to prevent it from flowing into his eyes: "I have only seen it once."

“Which time?”

"When Ding Ye beat Geng Biao."

Because Dawei and the others usually watch the scene on this street, they walked closer and heard a little sound from Xiong Baizhou in the wind.

"I can understand that ordinary cars give way to luxury cars, after all, this is business."

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"Ordinary lemonade costs 50 yuan, and I can agree with it. After all, you have to consider the consumption occasion."

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"But Chinese people are not as good as foreigners in their own territory. What's the reason? Did I, Xiong Baizhou, teach these things?"

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What I said below is a bit hard to hear, but this information is enough to be great and they have digested it for a while. It seems that Ding Ye came here to spend money and was cheated?

Thinking about it, I felt incredible. Mr. Ding has shares here. Several people were thinking about it when they suddenly heard Xiong Baizhou shouting: "Song Shihao, do you know whether you are wrong?"

"I know." Song Shihao replied simply.

"Are you convinced?"

"I accept it!"

Why do we still have to "accept punishment"?

Dawei and his friends looked at each other, and only saw that Song Shihao took off his shirt, he jumped directly into the river with a "thump".

Things were more than that. After Song Shihao jumped down, Xiong Baizhou suddenly started to pull his tie, and the crowd was about to explode.

"Brother Xiong, what are you going to do?"

"Big guy, please don't jump."

"Big Boss, Xiao Song has admitted his mistake and accepted the punishment. We will remember this lesson in the future."

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Xiong Baizhou took off his coat without saying a word, revealing his firm upper body.

"Xiao Song is the person in charge of this street. If the people below do not do well, he will be punished; but I am Xiao Song's boss. If he has problems, I have no good education. I should be punished."

"You are standing in front, don't you agree with what I just said?"

When Xiong Baizhou asked this, the people in front of him dared not stop him anymore. Xiong Baizhou crossed over them, jumped and flew directly into the surging river.

The boss was willing to entrust the letter. Sheng Yuanqing became more and more angry when he thought about it. He jumped off his clothes as soon as he took off his clothes.

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the people crossed directly as long as they could swim, and those who couldn't swim were soaked in the river and waiting for them to come back.

What impact will the action tonight have? Since then, it has been almost a ban on all participating companies in the world to admire foreign countries.

You can cooperate and study, but you can't be humble and look at the ghost guy!

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Chapter completed!