The people of Qingyang Battlefield discovered something strange today.

Li Qing didn't look as decadent as usual.

Instead, he smiled and greeted everyone.

Some of the large suit jackets were also washed clean, not as dirty and dusty as they were a few days ago.

Everyone in the venue was murmuring. Could it be that Wu Bin didn't target Li Qing?

Walking into the office, Li Qing placed his somewhat peeling handbag on the table and smiled at an old man wearing reading glasses across the table.

"Uncle Wang, how's the business going today?"

Raising his head, Wang Qiu glanced at Li Qing but said nothing.

Now everyone in the place knows that Wu Bin doesn't like Li Qing, and he naturally knows it too.

Especially since he was older, although he felt a little sorry for Li Qing, he understood better how to be alone, so he was unwilling to talk to Li Qing.

"When I came in at the gate of the battlefield just now, oh wow! All the eight-wheelers were lined up outside the gate of the battlefield."

"I would say that the establishment of the Sand Mining Association is indeed a good thing. Our business at the sand farm has doubled during this period. I guess Mr. Bin will laugh when he goes to bed."

Seeing Li Qing fetching water and making tea in a familiar manner, several salesmen in the room looked at each other, a little confused.

Two days ago, Li Qing stayed in the office dejectedly, afraid to express his anger. Not to mention drinking water, he even went to the toilet much less often than before.

Why did this suddenly take a turn for the worse today?

Is it possible that Wu Bin stopped targeting him?

Adjusting his reading glasses, Wang Qiu looked at Li Qing and asked tentatively: "Qingzi, are you and Wu Bin?"

"Li Qing! Master Bin calls you!"

A shirtless gangster with dragons and phoenixes painted on his body walked in and looked at Li Qing with a sneer.

"Okay!" Li Qing quickly put down the water glass and stood up from the chair.

Lifting up his handbag, Li Qing smiled at Wang Qiu who was a little confused and said, "Uncle Wang will tell you when he comes back later."

Then he followed the gangster and walked outside.

On the way, Li Qing took out a box of Yuxi from his pocket, handed one of its sticks to the gangster, and said in a formal tone.

"Zhang Long, do you know what Mr. Bin wants from me?"

After taking the cigarette, Zhang Long held it in his mouth and lit it, then sneered: "Don't you know what Mr. Bin wants to do with you?"

"Is it possible that you still thought that Mr. Bin wanted to drink with you?"

Li Qing's face changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure and continued to smile: "I don't dare expect Master Bin to invite me to drink."

"I just wanted to ask Mr. Bin if his anger has subsided?"

"Haha." Zhang Long sneered, "You'll know when you get there."

Then he stopped talking to Li Qing. Originally, salesmen and people like them watching the market were not in the same industry.

Li Qing, who was dressed like a man in a five-year-old style, was not initially pleasing to his eyes.

Now that Wu Bin is targeting Li Qing, he doesn't need to give Li Qing any face.

Maybe one day Li Qing's leg will be broken and his arm will be broken because of his hand...

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The environment on the battlefield was not good, and Wu Bin's office was just an office connected by four side-by-side containers.

Zhang Long and Li Qing stood at the door, knocked on the door, and said respectfully to Wu Bin, who was sitting on the sofa smoking.

"Master Bin, Li Qing is here."

Wu Bin, who originally had a smile on his face, turned his head and saw Li Qing standing at the door. His expression instantly turned serious and he snorted coldly.

"Um!"

In the office, Wu Bin was sitting on the main seat of the sofa holding a cigarette with an indifferent expression. A pit bull was lying on the ground next to him, sticking out his tongue. Several of Wu Bin's horses were also sitting on the sofa next to him, smoking cigarettes.

Looking at him with a teasing look on his face.

Li Qing took a deep breath, picked up the handbag he was holding, and walked in.

"Master Bin."

"There's no room on the sofa, but it's shameful to ask you to stand. It's just like I don't know how to behave." Wu Bin ignored Li Qing and said to his subordinates: "Zhang Long, go and bring a small chair."

"Okay." A strange look flashed in Zhang Long's eyes, and he nodded.

"..."

Looking at the small bench next to Pitbull, Li Qing's hands holding the handbag were a little blue, and he felt a little aggrieved.

The small wooden stool is only twenty centimeters high. Now people like Wu Bin are sitting on the sofa. He, a grown man, is sitting on the small stool. What is the difference between sitting on the ground?

What does it mean to put a bench next to a dog?

Seeing that Li Qing still didn't sit down, Wu Bin threw the cigarette handle in his mouth on the ground and said in a cold tone: "What's the matter? If you get close to the big Buddha like Wang Chen, you won't look down on us?"

"I feel sorry for you because you are tired of standing. I want to find a chair for you to sit on. You won't even slap me in the face, right?"

The faces of the other gangsters sitting on the sofa also changed, and they stared at Li Qing with unkind expressions.

After taking a deep breath, Li Qing sat down on the small bench and forced out a smile: "You are my Buddha."

"Master Bin feels so sorry for his subordinates, it's not too late for me to be happy..."

"hehe."

Wu Bin looked at Li Qing, who was a head shorter and seemed to be squatting on the ground, and the pit bull lying on the ground next to him, sticking out his tongue, and a hint of joy flashed on his face.

After glancing around at the smiling men, Wu Bin said with a grin on his face.

"If you are happy, so are we."

"Hahaha!"

"hey-hey!"

"..."

Hearing the harsh laughter, Li Qing clenched his nails into his palms.

He has never felt so aggrieved and angry!

That kind of trampling and insult on his personality and dignity made him feel violent and murderous for the first time.

He never understood what he had done wrong!

Wang Chen is hostile to Wu Ying, can he change it?

Those battlefields and those boat guys who wanted to kill you, Wu Bin, were designed by me, Li Qing?

What does it have to do with him!

He just wants to live a better life and make more money. Is he wrong?

Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.

Why do you insult him like a dog again and again!

A strong man has no way to earn a living. If he listened to Li Hu and decided to help Wang Chen explore the model when he was at home, Li Qing was just doing it for his own better welfare and better treatment.

So today, at this moment, Li Qing wants to take revenge on Wu Bin from the bottom of his heart!

It’s not that he wanted to be like this, it’s just that this fucking society forced him to do it!

You deserve to die if you are weak!

If you are strong, you are always right!

Go to hell with Xiaofu Ji'an, go to hell with the firewood, rice, oil and salt, go to hell!

He will become famous and prosperous!

Look who looks down on him then!

The worst case scenario is risking one's life and playing chess with one's own body.

I have to see if I can beat Tian Banzi!

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…

"Hehehe."

Li Qing squeezed out a smile on his face and laughed with everyone in the office.

Then, with everyone's surprised eyes, he took out two red red Chinese cigarettes from the handbag he had been holding.

Putting it on Wu Bin's coffee table with a flattering look on his face, he said with a smile.

"Master Bin, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you angry."
Chapter completed!