"You don't pay the wages of migrant workers, but you are here with the money. You are so carefree and carefree."

Lan Feng's face was as cold as cold, and his eyes looked at Tang Murong as if he was looking at a cold corpse.

It is precisely because there are too many such scumbags in society that there are so many miserable migrant workers and ordinary people.

The lives of the two sides are very different, just like an insurmountable barrier, and 99% of people cannot achieve it in their entire lives.

They are senior members of society. They eat big fish and meat, delicacies, drink ice spring wine, sleep in beautiful women, drive luxury cars, live in luxury villas, and have too many houses to live in, all over the country.

However, ordinary people do the longest work and work hardest, they can only eat porridge and drink cold water, squeeze the bus, and live in an unfinished building that may collapse one day.

This is a portrayal of the real life of the vast majority of migrant workers.

People like Tang Murong, who are upper-class people, think these are justified. They never regard the people below as human beings. If they can be deducted, they will be deducted, if they can be deducted, if they can be deducted, if they can be deducted, if they can be deducted, if they can be deducted, if they can be squeezed, they will be squeezed, and it is even more natural to work overtime.

They cannot understand the sufferings of the peasants and people, and they will not pay attention to them. What they have to do is to improve all the benefits that can be improved, plunder everything that can be plundered, and search for things from these poor people to improve their own interests, because they have no guarantee, no ability to resist, and no place to complain, and can only accept such a fate.

In Lan Feng's eyes, scumbags like Tang Murong, living is a disaster for society and the people.

Feeling Lan Feng's cold gaze, Tang Murong couldn't help but shiver, clenched his fists, and a trembling voice came from his mouth: "I wonder what happened to you when your little brother comes here? For example... If it's because of Liu Dahu and the others' salary, I...I'll ask someone to pay all their salary tomorrow."

"Send it?"

A trace of coldness appeared on Lan Feng's face, and his right leg kicked Tang Murong's head with a strong force: "It's too late to say that he's sent."

"Bang!"

Lan Feng's speed of his legs was too fast. Tang Murong felt a flash in front of him and he was hit by a huge force.

"Puff!"

The next moment, Tang Murong's whole body was kicked more than two meters away, and bright red blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

"Boss, are you okay? Boss."

The three bodyguards quickly supported Tang Murong's body.

"Why are you still standing there? Kill him for me."

The severe pain from his body made Tang Murong's face distorted due to the pain. He no longer cared about anything else, and an angry voice came from his mouth.

Hearing Tang Murong's words, the three bodyguards were slightly stunned. The next moment, they clenched their fists, gritted their teeth and rushed towards Lan Feng, clenched their fists, and went straight to Lan Feng's face.

They have a high annual salary and even though they know they won't, they have to go forward.

"snort!"

Lan Feng let out a soft hum, his body flashed, dodged the attack of the three of them, and swung his right leg into a whip, directly whipping the three of them out.

"Bang!"

The three of them were swept by Lan Feng's powerful whip legs and fell into a serious injury and fell to the ground, looking in pain.

Lan Feng's whip leg almost shook their bones apart.

Without even looking at these three bodyguards, Lan Feng approached Tang Murong with a step, his words were cold and without any emotion: "I'm afraid you never dreamed that you would have such a day?"

Tang Murong covered his chest with difficulty and spoke hard: "Little brother, you have something to say and something to say. Whether you want money or a house, I can give it to you. A batch of villas have just been completed in Jiangbin in the city. As long as the little brother let me go, the little brother will choose those villas at will, and I will give you another 10 million yuan to apologize to my brother."

In Tang Murong's opinion, as long as he stabilizes Lan Feng now and he beats Brother Jiu, Qinglong will naturally settle the score with him afterwards. It is hard to say whether this kid can survive.

"Villa? Ten million?"

Hearing Tang Murong's words, Lan Feng's eyes flashed with a thick cold light. He walked to Tang Murong, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up. A cold voice came from his mouth: "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet."

"Or I'll help you wake up."

Lan Feng took Tang Murong to the wine table placed aside, grabbed a bottle of wine on the table, and then slapped Tang Murong's head hard.

"Bang!"

The wine bottle collided with Tang Murong's head, making a crisp sound.

Under the powerful impact, the bottle of wine broke directly on Tang Murong's head, and bright red blood flowed down Tang Murong's cheeks.

At that moment just now, he almost fainted.

"Did you figure it out now?"

Lan Feng's voice was as cold as cold.

"Big...Brother, you...you have to ask for any conditions, I...I agree."

Tang Murong shook his dizzy head and spoke with difficulty.

"I heard you are engaged in real estate development? And you still have many projects?"

"Yes...yes, brother..."

"Then things will be easy. As far as I know, there are 100 migrant workers who came to ask for their wages this time?"

“There are one hundred and three.”

"That's the case, then you can give them one house and then add a compensation of 500,000 yuan." Lan Feng said coldly.

"What? This... this big brother... I..."

After hearing Lan Feng's words, Tang Murong was really surprised. The compensation was too... too big and outrageous.

"Why do you have any objections?"

A cold light flashed in Lan Feng's eyes.

"No...no."

When he touched Lan Feng's gaze, Tang Murong quickly shook his head.

"Then let's pay their 500,000 compensation first. There is a total of 51.5 million, and it's not enough to lose one son."

Lan Feng's voice was unquestionable and there was no room for negotiation.

"Big...Big Brother, I...I don't have that much money."

"Yeah?"

Lan Feng grabbed another bottle of wine in his hand at some point, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "I'll give you one last chance."

"Big...Brother, I really don't have that much money. Even if you kill me, I will..."

"Bang!"

Before Tang Murong finished speaking, Lan Feng grabbed the wine bottle and slapped it hard on his head. The wine bottle suddenly split into pieces, and a cold voice came from Lan Feng's mouth: "My patience is limited."

As Lan Feng finished his words, he carried Tang Murong in one hand to the edge of the rooftop, and then carried him away from the guardrail with one hand.
Chapter completed!