After a slightly awkward opening, Lao Ma organized a greeting everyone to sit down, and then everyone knew in their hearts that the next topic was to really see blood and see red.

Lao Ma is obviously over five years old, but Beile and others in their thirties just called him Brother Ma. In fact, this is because of Lao Ma's qualifications. When Lao Ma was still studying in the training school, he was a student of Lao Jin's generation. The master and apprentice are like father and son, so it also determined that these people and Lao Jin's generation have become the same level.

After sitting down, Master Beile smiled and reached out to put his arm around Lao Ma's back and said softly, "Brother Ma, my old man at home always talked about the things you did when you were in Beijing before, saying that you value friendship and family affection. The old man missed you!"

When Lao Ma heard that Mr. Beile came up, he pretended to be old and couldn't hear these words. He squeezed out two tears and said, "I'm busy with official business, so I can't see the teacher more!"

"This time the opportunity is here..." Mr. Beile suddenly changed his mind and looked at Lao Ma and said.

"Ah?" Old Ma was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously blinked his eyes. I wonder what medicine was going to sell in Beile Ye's gourd again.

"Brother Ma, you said you will definitely go down from the second line in two years, right? Then, if you go down from the second line, are you a little worse than death? If you trained people in the next term, it would be fine. If the people you trained were not good at screaming and biting for the sake of political achievements..." Mr. Beile deliberately said nothing and continued to look at Lao Ma straight.

Lao Ma's skin was a little biting and he began to murmur in his heart as he listened to Mr. Beile's words.

First of all, the fact that Lao Ma can be fine with Liu Shaoyong shows that there must be a problem with this person, and it is a very big problem. Secondly, Lao Ma has been here for so many years and has obviously become a little arrogant. A poor man who has reached the peak of his life is not a villain.

Lao Ma is typical of this. When he used his power to receive benefits from many people, he had subtly regarded himself as the king of this black soil, and Liu Shaoyong was his gray income spokesperson.

After Lao Ma suddenly felt that his interests were threatened, he could still call his teacher Lao Jin and see that this person was not a little bit floating. Otherwise, Lao Jin would not be able to tell his son directly such a direct words, "Don't spoil him if it should be done, don't spoil him." So Mr. Beile, who keenly captured these details, immediately organized his own group of blue-eyed male best friends, and ran over directly to teach the young brother Ma, a vivid lesson.

And Lao Ma, who always felt that everything was normal, suddenly changed his mentality in these two sentences of Mr. Beile.

"Brother Ma, you are actually a little bit blocking me, and I'll tell you something here responsibly..." Mr. Beile hugged Lao Ma's shoulder and leaned closer and said with a smile.

"Well, you said!" Lao Ma was a little scared...

"Do you think Liu Shaoyong can die for you? The old men who are waiting to calm down and collect some benefits and reward themselves now have to hate you now? Why are you so old and you don't have any idea at all?"

Mr. Beile said a few words to Lao Ma as if he was scolding his own children. Then he smiled and let go of Lao Ma's shoulders, turned around and clapped his hands and said, "My brother and I have finished talking. Everyone can do whatever they want here. He must have helped him!"

"Oh... Then I have to stand up and toast a glass of wine!"

"That's fine. I used to say that Brother Ma's sleeves are clean and ruthless and does not invade him. Now he sees that he is a fellow fellow man?"

Qin Bin and Wang Minglin sang and reunited, while Lao Ma's face was a little pale at this time, and beads of sweat as big as beans began to drip.

A meal was like a boil under his butt. Halfway through the meal, he said something was wrong and threw it away from a large group of followers. After slapping Liu Shaoyong, he left the field first. In his car, Lao Ma lowered his head in a low mood. He never smoked and lowered his head and picked up the cigarette box.

"What's wrong with me?" Liu Shaoyong asked softly.

"The night owl calls the door and comes without any trouble..." Lao Ma said with his eyes straight.

"Have you put pressure on you?" Liu Shaoyong could also feel the pressure on his body, so he asked with some concern.

Lao Ma shook his head, then looked at Liu Shaoyong and said, "Since you don't have too many contacts with people coming from the south, it's easy for us to get into this matter if we mix it up. Let them bite their own dog!"

"Well, I know this in my heart..." Liu Shaoyong nodded and said.

At this time, the old man and Wei Ren who were bored watching TV in the hotel were both staring at the news from local TV stations on the TV.

The old man turned off the TV directly and picked up the phone and said, "Brother, do you mean that the people on the other side are starting to put pressure on the local area here?"

The deadbeat on the other end of the phone gasped and said, "Some things are about being kissed and being rational. Since all the above are starting to compete, then you have to see how to solve the following things. Remember one thing, I can't give up this time!"

"I know my brother!" the old man nodded and said.

"Well, call me anytime if you have anything!" Dear Lai hung up the phone.

Wei Ren looked at the old man and asked, "What do you say?"

"You have to use common methods to solve the problem. You are good at this!" The old man said to Wei Ren with a smile.

"Yeah!" Wei Ren agreed very happily, but suddenly he felt a little uneasy inside, so he stood up and turned around and walked out of the room with the phone.

Wei Ren's panic in his heart actually started to know that someone was going to attack Liu Shaoyong, but Wei Ren couldn't figure out who was secretly helping Wang Minglin, or what was going on with Wang Minglin's secretly doing this...

Wei Ren, who had struggled for a while, simply picked up the phone and called Feizi.

At this time, Feizi, who was camping in the new place, was squatting in front of a small stove and cooking instant noodles, constantly talking to the bored Shunzi and Lao Qiao, who were talking about his glory.

"Hey, I'm not bragging. You didn't know at that time, damn... In that big northwest, we had sugar water every meal. Do you know how to eat meat? There is nothing in that place, but I just lack meat. But can I eat it with the discipline every meal? Do you know what I rely on? It's my unique skill in traveling around the world. Come and give me the seasoning package!" Feizi said with a squirting spit.

Old Qiao said with a smile, "You are so bragging. You can pretend to be sick when you work hard. Are you scammering here?" Old Qiao said as he stood up, turned around and took the ringing phone number and handed it to Feizi.

Feizi rolled his eyes and felt that he was a little boring after being exposed, so he answered the phone and asked, "What's the matter? Have a meal!"

"Don't fucking eat, someone has come out to do business recently, be careful!" Wei Ren's worried voice came...

"I understand, do you need to divide two people over there?" Feizi asked worried Wei Ren.

"No need for now. We will prepare to stay together in a while. It's fine!" Wei Ren said and hung up the phone.

Feizi threw the phone aside casually and shook his head.

"What does it mean?" Shunzi asked looking at Feizi's expression.
Chapter completed!