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478 [Who is more arrogant than who]

Chinatown, China Tower—

In the room where Song Zhichao stayed, he looked at Jin Jiu with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Niu Xiong had already prepared a slutty wine and was wiping the bruises on Jin Jiu's face and body.

"This guy is very serious. Brother Jiu, you have met a master." Niu Xiong said, and with one hand, he sprinkled a handful of beating wine without any gentleness, he rubbed Jin Jiu's face hard.

"Damn, be gentle!" No matter how much Jin Jiu is, he can't stand Niu Xiong's trouble.

Niu Xiong smiled, "It is easy to rub the medicinal wine in if you have a strong energy, and the bruises can easily dispel them - just bear with it."

So Jin Jiu grinned.

Song Zhichao asked in detail about the incident, finally patted his shoulder, and said to Jin Jiu: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Jin Jiu looked ashamed and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Chao, I'm embarrassing you."

Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing.

Immediately, Song Zhichao walked to the clothes hanger, picked up his suit jacket from the clothes hanger, and then said to Niu Xiong: "Simply wipe him and we'll go over!"

Seeing that Song Zhichao was going to take Niu Xiong to see Mr. Hong, Jin Jiu quickly stood up and said, "I'll go too."

Song Zhichao glanced at him and nodded, "Okay, let's go together!"

...

Chinatown, Los Angeles, China Chamber of Commerce—

At the door, Song Zhichao asked Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong to wait outside and knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door of the chamber of commerce opened, and a person came out to look at Song Zhichao, with a smile on his lips: "Are you the boss Song mentioned in the bald man's mouth?"

Song Zhichao narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Who are you?"

The man smiled rebelliously, and then he didn't look at Song Zhichao, but instead stared at Jin, who had a bruised face, pointed to his nose, and said arrogantly: "Remember my name, my name is - Hong Ying!"

...

Inside the Chamber of Commerce—

Hun Sen sat upright in his study, drinking tea, oh no, drinking wine.

Unlike many old people who like to drink tea, Hun Sen has never liked to drink tea. He only likes to drink alcohol, and only likes to drink spirits, Maotai, Jiannanchun, Erguotou, foreign whiskey, vodka, and brandy. No matter what kind of alcohol it is, as long as it can make him slightly drunk, it is a good wine.

At this moment, what Hun Sen was drinking was Moutai.

Others drink tea, but they drink alcohol.

And he also uses tea cups to hold wine. Therefore, if someone who doesn't know his background will think that he is a tea lover when he sees his appearance.

"Master Hong, that person named Song is here." As his right-hand man and his adopted son, Hong Ying came in to report.

Hun Sen nodded, put down his wine glass, slapped his fingers, and flicked the white porcelain bottle of Moutai and said, "This wine is good, please make me a few more bottles to hide!"

Hong Ying smiled and said, "Yes!"

He agreed to his preferences. In order to get this treasured Moutai liquor, Hong Ying even sent someone to the mainland. Now he is appreciated by the old man, and he is happier than anyone else.

"Okay, let them come in. I want to see who that boss Song is, how could he know..."

Hong Ying pricked up his ears, but Master Hong wanted to speak but stopped, raised his eyebrows and said, "Go and let them in."

Hong Ying was curious, but even though Mr. Hong didn't say anything, he didn't dare to ask. He really didn't know what plane the person named Song had made, so he wanted Mr. Hong to take it so seriously.

In a moment, the sound of footsteps rang out.

This time, Hun Sen did not meet with Song Zhichao and the others in the living room, but asked Hong Ying to take them directly to his study.

The huge study room was filled with various books - I don’t know if Hun Sen had read it, but it was all neatly arranged and looked very culturally.

If it weren't for the bookshelf that were placed in addition to books, there were so many Chinese and foreign liquors in various formats, which greatly reduced the cultural atmosphere of the bookshelf and the atmosphere of the entire study room would be more plump.

Hun Sen was wearing Tang suit and sat upright on an octagonal chair. One foot was wearing cloth shoes on the sole, and the other foot was bare. One hand was still clasping his feet, holding a wine glass in his hand, and tsk him a sound. Seeing that Song Zhichao and the others were coming, he put down the wine glass and squinted Song Zhichao and said, "You are the one who wrote me?"

According to the rules of the world, Song Zhichao clasped his fists and said, "It's right."

"Hahaha, okay!" Hun Sen said three times, then put down his glass with a snap and said, "You will write to me, and you are from Hong Kong. Needless to say, you must have asked me for it - but I'm very curious, why should I help you?"

Song Zhichao clasped his fists again without being humble and arrogant, "Everyone is a Chinese son and daughter, and it is not impossible to help each other outside - not to mention, Mr. Hong, you are famous and like to help others with righteousness. Of course, you will not ignore small things like me, right?"

"Hahaha, young man, don't put a tall hat on me. I won't eat this set of your grandpa!" Hun Sen laughed, and used his feet to snatch the stripped cloth shoes, put his fingers under his nose and smelled them. Then he walked over, with his hands behind his back, looked up and down around Song Zhichao, and then suddenly said, "Do you know me?"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, "How could it be? It's the first time you met Mr. Hong."

"That's it. It's the first time you and I met, but how could you know the secret of our Hong family?" Mr. Hong suddenly looked like lightning and stared at Song Zhichao.

After receiving the instructions of Mr. Hong, the door was closed with a creak.

The entire study room became a cage.

Hong Ying was proudly guarding the door, not taking Niu Xiong and Jin Jiu seriously at all.

Looking at Master Hong again, his eyes were bright, and the meaning was very obvious. As long as Song Zhichao didn't answer well, it would be difficult for him to walk out of this door smoothly today.

Song Zhichao smiled, walked over, walked to the place where Mr. Hong had just drunk, and actually picked up the bottle of Maotai and poured himself a glass of wine.

Under the gaze of Mr. Hong and others, he actually picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and then praised: "Good wine!"

Mr. Hong said in a cold tone: "You have drunk the wine, now you can speak it - our Hong family's secret sign language, how did you know?"

It turned out that in the letter Song Zhichao wrote to Hong Sen, in the last part, he used a very strange sign language, similar to the Tantric seal. This sign language is a secret that only the heads of the Hong family have known for a hundred years. Through this sign language, as long as your surname is Hong, you can contact other branches of the Hong family and get endless help. In a word, the Hong family in the world is a family, and here, the Hong family in the world is a relative.

It is precisely because of this that Hun Sen is surprised that if you know that Song Zhichao’s surname is Song but not Hong, how could he know this secret?

Faced with Hun Sen's questioning, Song Zhichao still seemed very calm. He smiled and said, "I can answer you this question, but before I answer your question, I have something to do first!"

Before Mr. Hong could agree or not, Hong Ying, who looked arrogant, pointed at Song Zhichao and said, "Who are you? Do you dare to bargain with Mr. Hong?"

Before Hong Ying could finish his words, Song Zhichao suddenly picked up the Moutai bottle and smashed it into Hong Ying's head.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Hong Ying was caught off guard. Even if he was a master among the masters, he didn't expect that Song Zhichao, who looked gentle and gentle, would suddenly take action in front of Master Hong.

The head was knocked straight by the wine bottle.

One, two, three!

In the end, Hong Ying couldn't bear it, and her head became dizzy, her legs became weak, and she was knocked to the ground.

Everyone next to him: "..."

Master Hong even said: "..." He grew up and lived so old, Song Zhichao was the first person he saw to dare to commit murder in front of him.
Chapter completed!
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