"I, Wang Yong, grew up in Jincheng. My father is rich. Is there any big shot I haven't seen?"
"Whether it's a shopping mall or an officialdom."
"I have fucking people."
"Seeing that you are so afraid of this guy named Wei makes me laugh, you know?"
"Can you please be a little knowledgeable? When you see an ant, you think it's an elephant."
Wang Yong's arrogant words resounded fiercely in the room.
A group of classmates were immediately at a loss.
After all, as long as Wei Wanjun and Wang Yong don't completely reveal their trump cards, it's hard for them to say who is more powerful.
But Wei Wanjun himself must know who is awesome.
Wei Wanjun picked up a glass wine bottle on the table and walked to Wang Yong.
"Are you going to take action?" Wang Yong nodded his head and sneered: "Smash it, hit it here, I don't care what your family background is, your whole family will be finished tomorrow!"
As the squad leader, Sun Shaohong persuaded in a low voice: "Young Master Wei, if you don't want to forget it..."
How could Wei Wanjun pay attention to Sun Shaohong, a monitor in high school? In full view of everyone, he raised a wine bottle and smashed it on Wang Yong's head!
boom!
There was a loud noise.
The glass suddenly shattered!
Everyone was trembling with fear.
"Ahhhhh!"
Wang Yong covered his broken and bleeding head and screamed.
"Nothing is worthy of showing off in front of all the troops we are defending."
Wei Wanjun smiled disdainfully, threw away half the bottle, took out the paper towel on the table and wiped his hands as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened.
People from the hotel heard the sound and came over, and were shocked when they saw what happened.
Fortunately, the Hanting Hotel was equipped with medical staff, and Wang Yong's head was quickly bandaged with medicine.
"You're dead, you're dead!"
Wang Yong's head was wrapped with gauze. He noticed the pity glances from all the classmates, and his heart was filled with resentment towards Wei Wanjun. He roared: "Don't leave if you can. I can't fucking kill you today!! I want to let you go."
Your family has nothing!!”
With that said, Wang Yong raised his cell phone.
Unexpectedly, Wei Wanjun had already taken out the phone and asked Luo Jingmei: "What does your husband do at home?"
Luo Jingmei did not dare to answer.
Wei Wanjun sneered: "Don't tell?"
After all, Wang Yong is her husband, and Luo Jingmei doesn't dare to go too far, so she still doesn't dare to say anything.
"Qingyu Clothing!" Wang Yong was furious and roared: "Qingyu Clothing in the south of the city is owned by my family. I can earn 10 million a year! Let me tell you what's wrong!"
"Um."
Wei Wanjun nodded towards Wang Yong, and after dialing the phone, he said: "Hello, Uncle Wang, this is Wan Jun. Have you had dinner? What? Are you having dinner with my dad? Haha, nothing happened."
"There is a company called Qingyu Clothing in the south of the city. Yes, they cut corners and evaded taxes... Then it's troublesome for Uncle Wang. Well, it's over."
Snapped.
The phone hangs up.
Wang Yongyong disdained: "Do you think my dad has been running a company for so many years and has no connections? Do you know how much money my dad has to send to a deputy district named He in Chengnan District every year?"
"One minute at most." Wei Wanjun looked at Wang Yong and said.
Wang Yong smiled contemptuously: "You have no idea how close Deputy District He is to my dad. If your phone number works, I will kneel in front of you and call you dad."
Wei Wanjun squinted his eyes and counted the time: "It's almost time."