Outside the door, a bodyguard wearing a black jacket was hurriedly delivering a letter to Mr. Zhang.
Boss Jin is Mr. Zhang’s bedfellow. If something happens and Mr. Zhang punishes them, they can’t afford it.
And since it concerns people from country R, he can't do anything. Of course, he has to invite Mr. Zhang over to calm things down.
Jin Fuyao had already given up resistance, thinking of going on stage and putting on a big show, but he was suddenly startled when he heard the sound of a knife being unsheathed.
Knowing that he would die if he didn't resist, Jin Fuyao began to struggle violently.
But her resistance made the R country officer even happier, and he actually raised the hand holding the knife.
The less courageous dancer screamed and fainted as her eyes rolled back.
Jin Fuyao desperately turned over to the table, trying to avoid the knife in this man's hand.
Perhaps her movement hurt the officer, and the officer screamed, and the knife in his hand struck Jin Fuyao's head without hesitation.
Jin Fuyao's eyes widened in fear and he shouted "No!"
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at Jin Fuyao with sideways eyes, "Why!"
I saw that the R country officer who was originally about to chop Jin Fuyao with a knife had his head grabbed by Jin Qing.
His skull creaked under Jin Qing's squeeze, and he couldn't even scream.
This man's men immediately pointed their wooden warehouses at Jin Qing's head, shouting at Jin Qing not to move.
Jin Fuyao struggled to get up from the table, rushed over and hugged Jin Qing's arm, "You can't touch this man. He is an official of Country R. If you touch him, the consequences will be disastrous."
Under Jin Fuyao's pull, Jin Qing's hand loosened slightly. The official from Country R seemed to be out of danger, and he immediately cursed Jin Qing even more angrily.
Jin Qing licked her lips gently. No man could bear this kind of thing.
Jin Fuyao seemed to know that Jin Qing was planning to take action, so he put his whole body on Jin Qing's body and said, "No, let him go, let him go quickly, please."
It's not that Jin Fuyao doesn't hate her, it's just that she opened the door to do business. It would be fine if Jin Qing injured someone from her own country, but if it was a crooked nut, none of the hundreds of people in her wealthy family would be able to survive.
not to mention
Thinking of the possible war, Jin Fuyao felt bad.
The man who had not shed tears even after being punched by the officer just now lay on Jin Qing's neck and began to cry.
Jin Qing rolled his eyes helplessly, and threw the officer in his hand out of the gate with Jin Fuyao behind his back.
The officer's men originally wanted to open the wooden warehouse to Jin Qing, but unexpectedly, in just one breath, Jin Qing snatched the long wooden warehouse from their hands, tied it in a knot and threw it on the ground.
She was really too lazy to even look at this crappy thing that was softer than French fries.
Those soldiers looked at the wooden warehouse that was thrown at their feet in confusion. They had long heard that there was a martial arts master in China who could be compared with the ninjas in their country.
Originally they all thought this was just Chinese people bragging, but to their surprise they saw the live version today!
The expressions of the soldiers were a little nervous. They looked at Jin Qing with fear and resentment, as if they wanted to tear Jin Qing into pieces with their eyes.
But after seeing Jin Qing tilting his head and squinting his eyes as if looking at a dead person, the soldiers picked up the wooden warehouse in their hands and retreated step by step.
He waited until he had retreated to the door, then turned around and ran away with his parents in his arms.
Jin Fuyao's cry was very small, but his tears reserve was very abundant.
In just a few minutes, Jin Qing's collar became so wet that he could twist it
Come out of the water.
Jin Qing patted Jin Fuyao's head irritably, "It's okay to shed tears, but don't have a runny nose."
Jin Fuyao let out a sob in his throat, sobbed and leaned into Jin Qing's ear and said, "Tell them to go away, I'm afraid of embarrassment."
Jin Qing rolled his eyes and was already thinking about something.
Carrying Jin Fuyao back to the room, Jin Qing turned around to leave, but Jin Fuyao grabbed his arm and said, "Run!"
Jin Qing turned around and looked at Jin Fuyao doubtfully to see if she had heard something wrong just now.
Jin Fuyao raised his chin and snorted fiercely at Jin Qing, "I told you to run away. You are a powerless, helpless, and disfigured ugly girl. Now you have offended the people of R country. Don't hurry up."
Are you planning to wait here to die?"
Jin Qing ""Haha, thank you for commenting so many words on me.
Seeing that Jin Qing didn't respond, Jin Fuyao felt even worse. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jin Qing. "Let's go. Let's go quickly. You are not me. I still have Mr. Zhang to protect me. What do you have?"
Jin Qing caught the pillow thrown by Jin Fuyao, turned around and walked out. How could he have such a bad temper in his life?
Seeing Jin Qing about to walk out the door, Jin Fuyao suddenly shouted to Jin Qing, "Wait a minute, come back first."
Jin Qing turned around and saw that Jin Fuyao had already landed on the ground with bare feet.
Jin Qing saw her running to the closet and pulling out a small box from the hidden compartment, grabbing a few handfuls of silver dollars and a few rolls of banknotes and stuffing them into a small cloth bag.
Then he stuffed the small bag into Jin Qing's arms and said, "If you are poor and rich, go to Hong Kong City. I heard that life is better there. The money should be enough for you to buy a boat ticket."
Jin Qing took the heavy small bag and slapped Jin Fu's head hard twice. "People who worry too much are likely to die."
Jin Fuyao ""Based on her many years of experience in the world, this sentence should be
threaten.
707 ""Based on his many years of experience hanging around his host, his host really likes Jin Fuyao very much.
It was really hard today, and Jin Fuyao's energy was a little weak. He once again told Jin Qing to run away, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Jin Qing sat on the head of Jin Fuyao's bed until Jin Fuyao's breathing gradually became even, then he left with the small cloth bag containing the money.
Revenge was an hour late, which really made her feel uneasy.
After the R country officer returned to the consulate, he did not let the soldiers leave. Instead, he chopped up the things in the office with a waist knife in front of everyone, and then beat and kicked the soldiers.
Ever since he came to China, he had always bullied the Chinese people. Never had he ever suffered such a shameful humiliation.
Some time ago, he took a stake in another dance club.
Therefore, the Flower of Fortune has naturally become a thorn in his side.
He originally planned to kill Jin Fuyao directly today, but unexpectedly he suffered a big loss at the hands of Jin Qing.
He actually wanted to gather the army and directly wipe out the Fortune Flower. Anyway, their country has been looking for opportunities to invade China.
But the problem is that the person who beat him turned out not to be a hero or a national martyr, but a disfigured dancer who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
This made him extremely embarrassed.
In order not to make other colleagues laugh, he could not tell anyone about this matter, so he had to bite the bullet and swallow his breath.
Leading troops to Fuguihua to seek revenge on a dancer who beat him. If such a shameful thing were to spread, His Majesty the Emperor would personally be the one responsible for committing seppuku.
But if you endure it
The officer put the command knife in his hand through the table to stop him. He couldn't swallow this breath.