While laughing, Jin Wanteng sprayed two streams of white smoke out of his nostrils, turned his head to look at the young man and said, "What did you say just now?"

"No big brother."

The young man was so scared that he shook his head quickly as if he was rattled.

"Yes, remember! Don't say in front of me that you think, do I need you think?"

Jin Wanteng frowned and smiled with two uneven eyebrows, then held his hands on the edge of the table, looked around at the three "card friends" around him again, and spoke in a low voice: "Are you right?"

If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that the mahjong cards thrown out on the table are all aimed at Jin Wanteng's direction. The other three companies have never touched the cards at all. In other words, from the beginning to the end of the game, Jin Wanteng was just talking to himself, and there was no fairness at all.

"Brother Jin, business is not easy these days. I have finally put together everything and opened the Night Cat Club. It's not that I'm unwilling to support you, but it's really too embarrassing that you've asked for 30% of our profits right away?"

A middle-aged man with a slick and smooth dressed in front of him was a smile on his face.

"It's really difficult. You think so, right?"

Jin Wanteng touched the tip of his nose, turned his head to look at the other two card friends.

The two nodded and smirked.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Jin Wanteng suddenly jumped up, grabbed the other man's hair and pressed it on the mahjong table, then turned around and shouted at the young man behind him: "Come on, chop his hands, it's useless to keep it!"

The young man did not hesitate at all and directly pulled out two daggers from behind his waist.

"Ba!Ba!"

"ah.."

After about half a minute, the man's hands were nailed directly to the table, with a sharp dagger inserted on the backs of both hands, and orange-red blood kept gushing out.

"I didn't understand the words. I asked you to chop them up, it wasn't a nail!"

Jin Wanteng scolded the young man in disgust.

"I'll get the axe now!"

The young man shrank his neck and walked out the door in a hurry.

"You guys are young and don't do things very well, so please forgive me."

Jin Wanteng spitted off the cigarette that was biting in his mouth, and said to the other two card friends who were scared to the ground as if nothing had happened: "Where did we talk about just now? Oh yes, it's hard to do business, you're in a difficult situation, right?"

"Without Brother Jin, the management fee of 30% of the six months is very reasonable. I will pay it tomorrow!"

A dressed wavy woman in a wavy dress on her right hand immediately stood up and responded.

"Yes, yes, I think Brother Jin's request is not too much at all."

The fat and white-haired old man on the left also hurriedly agreed.

"Not to be embarrassed?"

Jin Wanteng blinked and asked again.

"Not at all."

"It's all our willingness."

The two nodded and bowed repeatedly.

"Finish, then I'll thank the two bosses for their kindness first. If you have any trouble in the field in the future, you can contact our Kinmen Group at any time. Lao Jin guarantees to protect you for your safety."

Jin Wanteng raised the corner of his mouth, then pointed to the man whose hands were nailed to the table, and said slowly: "In addition, you two have studied and incorporated Mr. Xue's joint venture, or what? Let me say the correct words tomorrow. Mr. Xue is so tired, so let me retire steadily in the future."

"Jin Wanteng, you must die a bad death!"

The man gritted his teeth and cursed.

"I know, I don't plan to die, but you definitely won't see that day."

Jin Wanteng twisted his fingers twice and said with a vicious smile: "I heard that you like to post jokes online without any trouble, live broadcasts, right? I'll ask my brother to interrupt your hands and feet later. In this way, if you compete with others in the future, it should be more effective."

On the other hand, the wine party of Wu Bei and his friends was about to end.

"Hey brother, I'm very curious about something. You said you were ferromagnetic with the second son of the Luo family, but you fought with the eldest son of Luo to the death. Is it really like the rumor in the circle that Luo Tian pried away your wife? You are dissatisfied?"

Jiang Yu blushed and his neck was thick and he hooked Wu Bei's neck and asked.

It can be seen that this guy has a very average alcohol content, only four or five bottles, and his speech has already started to be loud.

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"hiss.."

Guo Pengcheng took a breath and interrupted impatiently: "If you drink too much, say less and don't make trouble every day."

"What does Luo Tian mean that my wife was pried away?"

Wu Bei asked laughed and cryingly.

"The one who is doing business overseas, Zhao or Wanglai's surname is. Anyway, I heard that the business is very big, so what is Xia or Qiu? I really can't remember it now."

Jiang Yu smiled.

"Zhao Nianxia?"

Lao Zheng next to him casually responded.

"Yes, yes, that's the name, I just said I remember it."

Jiang Yu nodded quickly.

"Are you wrong? Who are you familiar with the people on this table? Why do you come when you open your mouth?"

Guo Pengcheng grabbed Jiang Yu's arm and apologized to Wu Bei: "He was drunk and was slandering."

"It doesn't exist, it's all friends."

He was so disgusted that he wanted to curse, but Wu Bei still shook his head politely.

"I'm not talking nonsense. Isn't it so common in the Beijing circle? You forgot that we had dinner last night. Didn't the little Pang, who had a good relationship with Luo Tian, ​​also said, "Mmmmm..."
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