"You're crazy poor!"

The man who spoke was called Pineapple Boy. Three seconds ago, he was lying on the ground, looking like he was about to die. But the moment Chen Changqing said 2.4 million?

Feeling that these words were more effective than the legendary Resurrection Pill, Pineapple Boy, whose eyebrows were still dripping with blood, jumped up immediately, looking like a dragon and a tiger.

But neither Chen Changqing nor Gandhi cared much about the "medical miracle" that happened to Pineapple Boy.

The place Chen Changqing hit was Pineapple Boy's eyebrow arch, which is one of the hardest parts of the human body.

Although the milk cup was broken, it did not make Pineapple Boy unconscious. The reason why the other party was "unconscious" was mainly because he hoped that Gandhi could negotiate terms with Chen Changqing. This is also the reason why Gandhi felt tired.

There's nothing wrong with being petty, but the key is that you don't let anyone see it, because it will make you look stupid!

However, since Pineapple Boy took the initiative to ask, Chen Changqing also revealed his confidence in asking for 2.4 million:

"You're so poor? Don't think I'm trying to trick you."

"The genuine arcade machine, Neon, sells for 8,700, so including the tax, 10,000 is not too much, right? My daily turnover is more than 10,000 plus decoration, so asking you for 2.4 million is enough to give me face."

As he spoke, he looked at Gandhi, who was looking gloomy not far away. Although he was speaking to Pineapple Boy, he was actually speaking to Gandhi.

However, as Chen Changqing finished speaking, Gandhi had not yet waited for his stance.

However, Pineapple Boy became excited and his whole face turned red: "Are you kidding me? There are only eight people in total! It took less than half an hour, but you told me that they broke 200 machines?!

"

Pineapple Boy is in a hurry, he can't do it if he doesn't.

The 1.6 million yuan taken away by Chen Changqing had already cost him half his life, and now another 2.4 million yuan was taken away. Even if he mortgaged his house, he wouldn't be able to get that much money!

Besides, even if he really had so much money, he couldn't possibly give it all to Chen Changqing.

Purchasing goods requires money, and those desperadoes will not let themselves get credit, even if this desperado is his boss!

So the 2.4 million pineapple guy will never recognize it.

But faced with Pineapple Boy's doubts, Chen Changqing shook his head: "What a coincidence, it's really like this. They broke the transformer. The voltage of Neon is 100V and the voltage of Xiangjiang is 220V, so these two hundred arcade machines were all burned!"

In fact, normally even if the transformer is broken, it is impossible for two hundred arcade machines to be disabled at the same time.

Baile Game City adopts double insurance. If an accident does occur, after the first layer of insurance is breached, the second layer of insurance will initiate an emergency power outage, thereby reducing the losses of the game center.

But the problem is that Chen Changqing is a very bad guy. He turned off the second layer of insurance in the power distribution room the same day after Pineapple Boy left, so that Pineapple Boy could successfully destroy all two hundred arcade machines.

In fact, as early as the seventh day of the first lunar month, Chen Changqing had already calculated the scene in front of him and successfully set up this situation for the opponent.

Pineapple Boy was confused. He didn't want to believe this fact.

But looking at Chen Changqing’s serious expression?

He couldn't help but panic, and could only look to Gandhi for help:

"Boss?"

Chen Changqing also noticed the look in Pineapple Boy's eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a playful expression: "Uncle Gan, what do you say? My store is just opposite. Do you want to send someone to see what's going on inside?"

Gandhi looked a little more gloomy, but what could he do?

He had almost lost the face he deserved, and it had reached this point. Even if he wanted to turn back, he had no chance. And from the look on Pineapple Boy's face, he obviously had no money, so he could only take out a bag of money from his pocket with a gloomy face.

This checkbook:

"HSBC 2.48 million, can you leave now?"

In fact, he didn't want to believe that the compensation was actually as high as 2.4 million, but the problem was that Chen Changqing made it clear from the beginning.

What could Gandhi do?

You can't really send someone to the other side to investigate, right?

He had already lost enough face today, and Gandhi's only thought now was to end it all as soon as possible.

Chen Changqing nodded. He took the check worth 2.4 million from the hand of Pineapple Boy's younger brother A Wei. Hearing the crisp sound of the check, a smile appeared on his face.

But what’s next?

Chen Changqing, who put the check in his pocket, did not get up and leave. Instead, he turned and looked at Pineapple Boy: "Theoretically, it's possible, but Pineapple Boy still has one thing left for me."

Gandhi was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, his eyes flashed with anger, and he slammed the table.

Once, twice or three times, do you really think he had a good temper?

But unfortunately, before Gandhi could speak, a stern look flashed in Chen Changqing's eyes.

He stared at Gandhi without any sign of weakness, and his cold tone was threatening: "Uncle Gan, I gave you face before, so you'd better not get involved in this matter, because it is a personal grudge, and if you interfere, everyone will lose face."

nice!"

But Gandhi was really annoyed.

Coming here today is very embarrassing. You must know that Chen Changqing is a junior, and it is very shameful for him to interfere. However, he was rejected by Chen Changqing twice in a row, which made Gandhi feel very angry.

So much so that the whole person looks a little crazy:

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

But facing Gandhi's murderous gaze, Chen Changqing was not afraid, but his eyes were a little more sinister:

"Sir Yang, call the brothers to come in."

Yang Jinrong nodded, and he instinctively took out his mobile phone. However, the next moment, Pineapple Boy's face changed as he seemed to have thought of something. His pupils shrank suddenly and he shouted quickly:

"Wait, don't call, I was wrong."

This shocked Gandhi. At the critical moment of the confrontation between the two sides, he never thought that the pineapple boy he was protecting would give him a love stab in the back!

His chest felt tight, his throat felt sweet, and he felt like vomiting blood. Gandhi's eyes were filled with anger. He grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and threw it at Pineapple Boy:

"Why are you so nervous when you step on a horse!"

"Crack!"

The wine bottle hit Pineapple Boy's head, and the gourd opened immediately. Blood dripped from Pineapple Boy's shiny head.

His head was dizzy, accompanied by nausea and severe pain, but Pineapple Boy had no explanation. His eyes flashed with pleading:

"Boss, I beg you, please leave this matter alone. Qingzi is right. This is a private matter between us."

Gandhi's face was gloomy, but compared to his previous madness, his eyes were a little clearer at this moment.

He was really angry, but because he was interrupted by Pineapple Boy, Gandhi calmed down a lot. He was almost at the age of retirement, and there was no need to fight to the death with a junior like Chen Changqing. Besides, Pineapple Boy's intrusion was considered a gift to him.

Down one step.

So the next moment Gandhi snorted coldly and pointed at the other person's nose:

"Pineapple boy, after this is over, I need you to give me an explanation."

Pineapple Boy breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, boss, I will definitely give you an explanation."

Then he turned to look at Chen Changqing, his eyes evasive and his expression a bit panicked: "Qingzi, tell me how you can let me go."

Looking at Gandhi sitting down again and the pineapple boy in front of him.

Chen Changqing thought for a while, shook his head at Yang Jinrong who looked at him inquiringly, and then looked at A Wei, who was standing silently beside him:

"Do you have a pen?"

Ah Wei was stunned for a moment, and with a hesitant look on his face, he finally took out a pen from his pocket:

"have."

Taking the pen, Chen Changqing patted Ah Wei on the shoulder and pushed the pen in front of Pineapple Boy:

"It seems that you have not forgotten what I told you yesterday. My request is very simple. Write down what I said yesterday, and then swallow it word for word!"

Biting his lips tightly, Pineapple Boy's face was pale, with blood and white stains left by cows on his body. He picked up the pen tremblingly, and his miserable and embarrassed look was in sharp contrast to the Pineapple Boy who had just been released yesterday:

"Will you let me go if I eat it?"

Chen Changqing did not answer, but looked at the other party coldly:

"You can choose not to eat."

Looking up at the surroundings, Chen Changqing's face was indifferent. His most trusted subordinate was standing next to him, while the boss who came to save him looked at him with a gloomy expression.

As for the others?

They were either avoiding their gaze or pretending not to see it.

From yesterday to today, in just two days, Pineapple Boy, who has experienced ups and downs in life, couldn't help but have a sad smile on his face:

"I'll eat it!"

The pen passed through the paper towel, and the dark blue ink soaked the white paper.

A tissue that smelled like ink was forced into his throat, and the sudden foreign object made his stomach spasm involuntarily.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, thick turbid liquid flowed from Pineapple Boy's mouth, and violent vomiting made him look extremely embarrassed, even a little pitiful.

But Chen Changqing ignored it, and his expression didn't even change at all. He just watched quietly as Pineapple Boy stuffed the napkins into his mouth one after another. It wasn't until the last napkin with ink on it was swallowed that Chen Changqing stood up.

He patted his cuffs. He looked like a successful man in a suit and leather collar. Looking at Gandhi who looked extremely ugly across from him, Chen Changqing's calm tone didn't know whether he was comforting or warning:

"Uncle Gan, I'm a man of rules. Before I get angry next time, I'll ask what's going on. Forget it for today. I'll give you face, so I'm a patrolman's brother outside, but what if there's a next time?"

"I forgot to tell you, O Ji's commander is my senior brother."

There are many types of police in Hong Kong, such as "Blue Hats", "Flying Tigers", "Stormtroopers" and so on.

The so-called O Ji is a department that specializes in investigating triads and is best at handling money laundering and illegal trafficking of contraband.

And for people like Gandhi?
Chapter completed!