"What a big b thing?"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyelids and looked at Deng Jiayong calmly, without denying: "I was bored so I did him."

"so?"

"hehe..."

Deng Jiayong snorted and licked his dry lips, staring at Zhong Wenze with his eyes straight:

"As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. Big B is doing things for me. Isn't it a bit bad for you to kill him?"

"If the dog is disobedient, then I can only clean up his boss for him."

Zhong Wenze spread his hands with an indifferent look on his face: "Why, Brother Yong is going to settle the score for his dog now?"

"Of course there is no way to settle the accounts."

Deng Jiayong tilted his head, stretched out his little finger and clenched his ears: "We are going to work in depth soon."

"But, how bad it sounds like this big b incident. I, Deng Jiayong, are you also losing face?"

"oh?"

Zhong Wenze grinned, reached out to touch his pocket and took out a piece of A4 paper, opened it and spread it on the table, and pushed it in front of Deng Jiayong:

"I wonder if Brother Yong still feels lost in his face if he does this?"

a4 on paper.

Zhong Wenze's handwriting is presented, arranged line by line, and at first glance, it gives people a very good ornamental viewing.

"oh?"

Deng Jiayong was also interested and glanced at the fonts on the a4 paper with a very sloppy and beautiful appearance:

"Zhong Sheng seems to be a cultural person. Not only is he handsome, but he also writes good words."

"But, that's how this matter ends?"

"Brother Yong took a closer look at the content?"

Zhong Wenze clicked his finger on the paper.

above.

The detailed address is clearly listed.

Count it down.

There are five in total.

"Yuen Long District, what a big plate, he has so many bar stores under his command, so how can I, Zhong Wenze, eat it alone."

Zhong Wenze talked happily, and raised his lips slightly: "There are twelve storefronts in total, I'll give you five."

He leaned forward, and his fingers with a cigarette flicked on the ashtray: "How?"

"Hahaha...."

Deng Jiayong laughed loudly when he heard this, his smile on his face became a little stronger, and he was in a good mood: "Although the locations of these five bars are not the best, the good storefronts at the core are all in your own hands."

"But I can get five, so you can do this thoroughly."

He nodded with satisfaction, and naturally, no matter what happened, he would not continue to mention it.

What is the relationship between Big B and yourself?

If you pay money alone, do things alone, and have a cooperative relationship between superiors and subordinates, what feelings can you have?

Zhong Wenze gave him five big b shops backhand.

Everything is easy to say.

"Come on, I'll give you one."

Deng Jiayong picked up the wine glass, smiled and touched Zhong Wenze, squinted his eyes and said slowly:

"Zhong Sheng is very open and sarcastic when doing things, which really makes me look at him with admiration?"

This is just his second time dealing with Zhong Wenze, but what Zhong Wenze shows to himself is completely two sides.

The first meeting.

Zhong Wenze is arrogant and domineering, and is so arrogant that he is extremely arrogant in both aura and posture.

The second meeting.

Zhong Wenze was actually willing to give up the benefits he had already obtained. Although this move seemed to be a retreat, it was actually an advancement.

It also shows his mature and steady heart.

"Brother Yong praised it."

Zhong Wenze touched his wine glass and took a sip of the wine: "The world is the most difficult thing to deal with in this world."

"Only when you should give up, you can do things clearly. Do you think this is the reason?"

He paused and said, "There are three bowls of noodles that are the most unpalatable, such as human noodles, scenes, and sympathy."

"Brother Yong is willing to spend a huge amount of money to help me develop. If I give back inappropriately, wouldn't it be a mistake for the rules?"

"good!"

Deng Jiayong was very happy and clapped his hands and exposed the matter directly: "Then let's talk about the specific matters of cooperation now."

Paused.

But he changed his subject again and looked directly at Song Zihao and Mark Lee: "But before discussing cooperation, there is something to be made clear."

Song Zihao and Mark Li noticed his gaze and couldn't help but look at each other: "What's the matter?"

"This is my initial intention to cooperate."

Deng Jiayong sniffed, with a playful smile on his lips: "I spent money to expand and develop Shengshi Group for Zhong Sheng, and he would rationalize the income from the counterfeit banknotes for me."

"Brother Hao, Brother Xiao Ma, you two are responsible for the counterfeit banknote business in my entire Southeast Asian area."

He reached out and pointed at Song Zihao, Mark Li and the other two: "But, there are still some small problems with you two."

"hehe."

Song Zihao supported his knees with his hands and leaned over to look at Deng Jiayong: "What does Brother Yong mean?"

"If you want to do counterfeit money business, it would be perfect to leave it to you two."

Deng Jiayong looked at Song Zihao and said in a tone: "But, the relationship between you and Long Si makes me a little worried."

Song Zihao's eyes twitched when he heard this, and he didn't say anything at first: "I don't know what's going on with Long Si."

"Long Si is your mentor."

Deng Jiayong's tone was full of playfulness: "You are doing things for me now. If something happens between me and Long Si, then wouldn't you let me see blood for him?"

"hehe!"

A glimmer flashed in Song Zihao's eyes, and he said, "Tell me the truth, although Long Si is my mentor."

"But I should have helped him with this matter, and it's enough to do this."

He spread his hands with nonchalant expression: "If anything happens, I can't care about him anymore. Do you think this is the reason, Brother Yong?"

"real?"

Deng Jiayong raised the cigar in his hand and vomited a mouthful of smoke. The blew cigarette butts were sparks.

"Of course it's true."

Song Zihao glanced at Deng Jiayong with a squint eyes and stood up directly from the sofa: "Since Brother Yong doesn't believe me, then let's go."

"You keep talking."

"It's a big fuck."

Mark Lee put his hands in the pocket of the big windbreaker, and followed him with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Brother Hao is really angry."

Deng Jiayong smiled and directly reached out and grabbed Song Zihao: "Don't rush to leave. The reason why I said this is to say ugly things ahead."

"Don't let anything happen, Brother Hao is plotting against me behind his back, so I'll be in vain."

"I'll do whatever I want."

Song Zihao snorted coldly, and although he was unhappy, he still sat down: "If you can trust me, Song Zihao, you can use it. If you don't believe me, don't use it. It's that simple."

"Then I'll just treat Brother Hao and Long Si as a quarrel."

Deng Jiayong raised his eyelids, and the dimples on his face became deeper: "Then I really want to tell you something."

While talking.

The telephone number beside it rang.

Deng Jiayong reached out to pick it up and handed the microphone directly to Song Zihao next to him.
To be continued...