"Made, can you start? If you don't fight, I'm almost asleep. Xiao An, are you friends with the boss? Just urge me." A young man with a Korean-style titty hair and wearing a brand casual outfit, impatiently complained with a cigar in his mouth.

A young man next to him, who was also full of fashion brands, waved his hand with a smile and said, "Don't be anxious. Watching such a performance is a life of killing time. No matter whether this thing is, he will definitely think about living one more minute or one minute."

While speaking, the guy glanced at us unconsciously, frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, Mr. Deng." I clasped my fists and walked over with a smile.

Actually, I don’t know which one is Deng Jinhong. The purpose of saying hello is to distinguish it by the changes in their faces.

Sure enough, the young man holding the cigar looked at me in confusion: "Do you know me?"

"Hehe, it's just a divine friendship." After confirming the other party's identity, I nude my mouth at the young man sitting next to him: "Come on, let's have a seat."

"Who are you? You didn't see the sofa is so big, so where do you ask me to let me go!" The young man looked swaying with his eyes, looking like he was about to have an attack.

"My name is Wang Lang." I ignored the boy, licked his mouth, stared at Deng Jinhong and said, "I wonder if Mr. Deng has any impression?"

"Wang Lang!"

"Wang Lang, who competed with Sun Mark for bar street two years ago?"

The other young men next to me instantly focused their eyes on me.

"Can you let me get a seat?" I grabbed my side face and looked down at the young man.

The young man stood up without saying a word. I sat down with great care, grabbed the foreign wine on the table, poured a glass of Deng Jinhong, and then spoke happily: "I heard that Mr. Deng is looking for my brother? I came over to ask him how big a misunderstanding it is. It is best to let Mr. Deng chase from Yangcheng to Chongshi all the way, but it is really impossible to explain the mistakes we can't understand."

Deng Jinhong sneered with his neck and said, "Wang Lang, are you playing social tricks with me?"

Next to Deng Jinhong, a young man with navy blue hair dyed and white and clean looked at me and howled like a chicken blood: "Wang Lang, Chongshi is not a few years ago. I advise you to think more about your life and work."

"Bang!" Dazhuang took two steps in three steps, raised his arm and punched the young man's cheek, and pointed to the arena below with expressionless expression: "Do you want to talk? I'll talk anymore, believe it or not, I will throw you down directly."

The young man squirmed his Adam's apple twice, but he didn't dare to make another sound.

Dong Dongdong put his hands in his pockets, deliberately exposing the gun handle on his waist, shouting impatiently: "Stand up for me, what kind of seniority are you? Just on an equal footing with my elder brother? Don't let me name Ang."

Several young men sitting on the sofa looked at each other a few times, and finally stood up unwillingly.

Zhang Xingyu, who was walking at the end, laughed loudly, showing a harmless expression from his own animals, and gently pushed Dong Dongdong to smooth things over: "Hey, Dongdong, what are you doing in Dazhuang?"

While talking, Zhang Xingyu sat on the other side of Deng Jinhong, and directly blocked Deng Jinhong with me. Then he raised his head and looked at the young man who had just been fooled by me and smiled: "The people in this room are all well-known young talents in Chongshi. They don't want to be faced. Isn't that right?"

The young man named by Zhang Xingyu was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth incredibly: "You are Zhang Zhang Xingyu."

"I have a good memory and know me." Zhang Xingyu patted his thigh and said, "I remember that your father and Mark competed for logistics business two years ago, and were finally hit by his own big truck driver and were disabled. How is he recovering now? You can eat or something."

"Don't think I don't know that the accident was done by you instigating the driver of the big car." The young man pointed at Zhang Xingyu out of control and roared: "I warn you."

"Shh" Zhang Xingyu put his finger beside his mouth and gestured a ban on his voice: "Have quietly, so as not to have any traffic accidents on the way home later. I heard that the driver of the big truck who hit your father had a younger brother who also drove a truck, and you Xiao Han, did the case of the female college student who fooled the previous year be settled? It's true that your father is rich, but now everything has to be said. I happen to have a good relationship with a roommate of the female college student. Do you guess her roommate knows something?"

Another young man looked at Zhang Xingyu with anger but not speaking, slowly lowered his head and explained: "Brother Yu, I have nothing to do with you, I just came to watch the performance."

"Everything is fine. Don't be a big-tailed eagle if you have nothing to do. Don't be a short-tailed dog if you have something to do." Zhang Xingyu yawned and pointed at the corner of the wall and squatted in a row: "Go, I'll go to the corner of the wall and hug my head and squatted in a row. I heard my kind reminder today. What's the surname in Chongshi now doesn't matter, but when I come back, you have to lower your head and talk to me."

Several second-generation disciples looked at me, looked at you, and finally they all bit their mouths and squatted against the wall as Zhang Xingyu told me.

"Young Master Deng, you have to make friends with some strength. You said that there are only a few of them smelly fish and garlic, sit next to you, and you won't lose the price." Zhang Xingyu dipped his finger in the wine glass in front of Deng Jinhong, and then wrote the word "death" lightly from the coffee table: "This word is easy to write and easy to do. I always feel that human life is quite fragile, what do you think?"

The muscles on Deng Jinhong's face twitched twice and he growled: "Wang Lang, you don't have to come with me. If I'm afraid of you, I won't come to Chongshi. I called my dad before going out. If I can't contact me within a day, let him."

"What are you talking about? Mr. Deng? You come to Chongshi to look down on our Chongshi. As a landlord, we should treat you well." I hooked his shoulders and hugged me hard, and smacked my lips with a smile: "Mr. Deng is quite afraid of heat? I see that your clothes seem to be wet."

"Tu tuk"

The door of the room was suddenly knocked open, and the manager who had just brought us in came in with a bottle of exquisitely shaped wine on his face.

When the manager saw the depressed second-generation young men squatting in the corner of the wall, he was obviously stunned.

Zhang Xingyu looked at the young people lazily and said, "Don't let the staff in the venue misunderstand. Tell yourself, do you think that the perspective of watching the performance is better, and you voluntarily squat on that part?"

"yes."

“Yes, the angle here is good.”

Several young men responded with nodded their heads.

The manager smiled unnaturally and placed the foreign wine respectfully on the coffee table: "Mr. Deng, this is the Pomo Golden Cup given to you by your friend, worth 108,000. All the staff of our Fashionista Bar also wish you can spread your career and life in your future, so I won't disturb you."

I raised my head and raised my thumbs up at the manager: "Brother, if you are selling a building, you will earn a million yuan a year like playing."

"Haha, thank you for your praise. If you need anything, you can greet you at any time." The manager folded his hands and bowed, then glanced at the young masters squatting in the corner of the wall. The second half of the sentence was obviously for them to listen to.

After a while, the manager left the private room. I grabbed the foreign wine bottle and saved another glass of wine for Deng Jinhong, turned my head and waved to Jiang Ming, "Xiao Ming, come here to give you Brother Deng a drink, keep your attitude correct, and make a good compensation."

"Hey." Jiang Ming walked over happily, poured a glass of wine on his own, and said to Deng Jinhong: "Mr. Deng, I was ignorant before, and accidentally hit you. I hope you have a lot of them. I raise your hand a little and let me go."

After saying that, Jiang Ming raised his neck and poured the wine in his glass into his mouth, and at the same time rushed down the mouth of the wine glass, coughed twice and said, "Look, there is nothing missing. I don't know if you are satisfied with my sincerity?"

Deng Jinhong made a "crack" sound like grinding his teeth, without following Jiang Ming's words.

"Young Master Deng is not very satisfied, so you can have another drink." Zhang Xingyu poured another glass of wine for Jiang Ming.

"No problem." Jiang Ming grabbed the wine glass twice, then stuffed himself into a mouthful, and his face turned red.

Deng Jinhong breathed heavily, turned his head to look at me and said, "Wang Lang, what do you want to do?"

"What can I do? It's just to find an opportunity to get to know Mr. Deng, and to solve the misunderstanding between you and my brother." I smiled and said, "Mr. Deng, you are a noble son who can turn into pearls even if you spit out. Why should I grab my brother like a fart-fighting person? People like him have no money and no power, but they really don't lack the courage to die together. You said that this place is so high from the arena below. He wants to hug you and jump down in a hurry. Who will suffer in the end? Will your father avenge you? Let's put it aside first. If you die or be disabled, will it be useful if you dig out my brother from the grave?"

"I'll scare me?" Deng Jinhong frowned and sneered: "I've fought with Huihuang Company for two games. Are you a little bit arrogant?"

"Can't I scare you?" I lowered my head and sucked my mouthpiece, and my voice suddenly turned cold: "I didn't even think about giving you a hundred thousand yuan wine directly, and I'll pile up face. Chongshi is my hometown. I let my brothers give you two drinks in my own territory, and the inner part is in place. If you still bite it like a dog, then let's try it out to see if I fell down first or your ashes were sent home first!"

"I'm too much talking, Brother Lang." Zhang Xingyu touched his Adam's apple, hugged Deng Jinhong in front of him and said, "Young Master Deng didn't say he wouldn't deal with it, right?"

Deng Jinhong's eyes were red and his mouth was panting.

"Mr. Deng, let me tell you the truth. Someone wants you to die and borrow our hand." Zhang Xingyu slowly pushed the wine glass to Deng Jinhong and said, "You think, why did the person who sent you a letter encourage you to come to Chongshi? Any brother who served social dishes in Yangcheng who didn't know that we were from Chongshi. Besides, how could we find it smoothly? The two gunmen you hired are good friends who are good at being righteous. No matter how we fight, they just didn't even spit out a word. We can position you so accurately, and someone sent us a letter."

A hint of confusion flashed in Deng Jinhong's eyes, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhang Xingyu glanced at Deng Jinhong with a squinted eyes and continued to speak: "If something happens to you in Chong City, then we will definitely be unlucky first. Our unlucky means that we will completely compete with your father. I don't know who will benefit in the end, but I firmly believe that the miscellaneous parts of Huihuang Company must be unhappy."

"If you don't need to mess with me, the person who handed me some is not Huihuang Company." Deng Jinhong interrupted after a while, "I will definitely not tell you who it is."

Zhang Xingyu smiled naturally: "Your Madam Deng, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. I'll make a bet for you. Even if we don't cause trouble for you, you will be very unlucky in Chongshi next, because the one behind you is trying to make something happen to you and blame us."

"Crazy"

"It's time to start."

At this moment, huge waves and roars broke out around the arena downstairs.

I followed the sound and saw that two figures appeared in the arena as big as a football field.

I grabbed the wine glass and took a sip, waved my hand and said, "Let's watch the performance first, let's talk about anything later."
Chapter completed!