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297 The disciple of the church starved to death the master

Level is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it really exists.

Just like Wu Bei and Yan Ming at this moment, it seems that there is no difference between them. They both have two arms and one head, but the backbone of the former is definitely not as straight as the latter.

After a pot of fragrant tea, Yan Ming did not continue to try to keep it. Wu Bei also took the opportunity to leave because he had something to do. The two of them casually made a few polite words and separated.

After leaving Qiuqiu's beauty shop, Wu Bei touched the back of sweat, and breathed a few sighs after the disaster.

To be honest, he is not a person who knows how to wag his tail and beg for mercy. Although he has been forcing himself to adapt and accept, some things in his bones are still difficult to put down.

"How is the conversation going on, Brother Wu?"

When he returned to the car, Wang Shun immediately asked with concern.

"As expected, I have to force us to do dog business, and we will destroy other colleagues in the city in three months, fuck!"

Wu Bei sighed helplessly.

Being a leader in the industry has always been Wu Bei's dream, but he never thought of using too extreme methods because he always thought that he was different from Wang Junqi.

But if this trend continues, he may be even more disgusting than Wang Junqi in the future.

"what to do?"

Wang Shun rubbed his cheeks twice and asked a question very much.

"Just do it with your teeth. There are only two ways to monopolize it. Either break up the opponent or let the opponent join. After lunch, you can touch all the delivery and loading and unloading companies in the city. Let's choose the weakest one first!"

Wu Bei shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"Okay, I'll do it right away!"

Wu Bei nodded his head and signaled Wang Shun to drive back to the company first. After thinking for a while, he dialed Deng Can's number.

Since he announced his withdrawal from Sifang Company, he has hardly dealt with three old guns again.

First, we should avoid embarrassment. No matter how nice it is, as long as we divide the family, we will be strangers, and we will even have more grudges than strangers. After all, we all know the truth.

Furthermore, Wu Bei does want to distance himself from them. The city-building project is too swaggering and has a high recognition. As of now, Wu Bei does not want to be known to too many people.

In the end, it was the problem of his withdrawal of shares. He always got mixed up. Wu Bei was embarrassed to open his mouth to talk about money, and the other party could also be shameless and delayed.

"What's the matter? Xiao Wu? Lao Meng just said that he would invite you to have a drink together in the evening and contact us."

The phone was quickly answered, and Deng Can greeted him in a cheerful voice.

"Brother Deng, Jianghu is in urgent need of help. No matter what, you three old brothers must raise 500,000 for me today. Hu Xiao had something wrong. A truck driver crushed someone to death. The other party is asking for compensation now. You also know how many bullets are in your brother's pocket..."

Wu Bei's tone was low, exuding anger and grievance.

Deng Can on the other end of the phone instantly silenced.

Wu Bei was not in a hurry, just held his cell phone and waited patiently.

So far, the three old people have also made up a lot of money from inside and outside. Although they are far from reaching Wu Bei's share compensation, it is not easy for them who are currently underpaid income.

"Xiao Wu, I'm not afraid of you making jokes..."

After hesitating for a long time, Deng Can sighed and responded.

"Brother, 300,000! It's really impossible to lose any less. You don't want to see the tiger roar that I worked hard to create. Because such a small amount of funds is ruined, right?"

Wu Bei immediately gave in.

"call.."

Deng Can breathed a turbid breath, wanting to laugh but helpless.

Wu Bei learned the routine of retreating to advancing, and he taught it step by step. At this time, it really tasted like teaching his apprentices to starve the master to death.

"Okay, the three of us gritted our teeth again. No matter what we said, you can't let your brother get into trouble. As long as you make up enough money, I'll ask Xiao Zhuo to give it to you later."

Deng Can breathed heavily and agreed.

"Don't bother Huang Zhuo running back and forth. I'll ask Wen Hao to go to the Finance Department to wait for you later. Thank you, my dear brother, wait until I overcome this hurdle, please ask the three old brothers to get drunk for three days!"

Wu Bei cunningly cut off Deng Can's retreat again, and directly gave him no more than a single step.

"well.."

Deng Can sighed exhausted.

Facing this junior who had watched himself get up step by step, he couldn't stand it now, but it wasn't so easy to deal with it anyway!

At this moment, he began to regret that if Wu Bei found him and wanted a quota for deputy general manager at the beginning, if he could be more tactful, even if he threw him a blank title first, everyone would not have come to this point.

He and Wu Bei knew very well that from then on, the cracks between the two became bigger and bigger until they could not be repaired.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Bei thought about it and then called Sun Ze: "Take your third brother with me, now I'm waiting for me at Hu Xiao Company. Also, when I go, change your outfit and car for me. You can keep your enthusiasm and faith in your heart, but with me, you have to remember that you are a hooligan!"

"Well, I remember the old classmate... I remember Brother Wu!"
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