Jia Bucai stood in the hall with a posture of "What can you do to me?"
Zeng Lanjun narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when he remembered the sound of footsteps at the door and a powerful female voice.
"How does Boss Jia want to have the final say when he comes to me?"
Then it was old lady Zeng who came in, wearing a somewhat masculine and luxurious purple-black embroidered gold double-breasted robe, an exquisite flowing cloud bun, and a simple hairpin on her head, but it was an excellent jade, emerald green and transparent.
, the aura exuding from the whole body makes people dare not look at it...
With a luxurious and imposing aura, after sitting down, the servant serving beside him immediately changed to a cup of fine red robe tea...
The old lady came in like a gust of wind. After sitting down, she took a sip of the tea that was served and fixed her sharp eyes on Jia Bucai.
"Speak... Didn't you just keep saying to my son that you were looking for me... I arrived, but you stopped talking?"
Mrs. Zeng was always kind and cheerful in front of others. Even though she had known Jia Bucai for a long time, she had never spoken in such a harsh tone.
At this moment, Jia Bucai looked at the old woman in front of him, and suddenly felt that what he had just said was P words, and he might as well just ask Zeng Lanjun to resign and return to his hometown!
"Madam... Jia said something in anger just now... Please forgive me, madam! Don't get angry!"
Jia Bucai is capable of bending and stretching, but the so-called man is just like that, isn't he?
Mrs. Zeng didn't buy it, and snorted coldly: "Get angry? Do you deserve it?!"
This sentence has separated Jia Bucai and his own status by more than one level. Are you worthy? This sentence is really powerful!
"Jun'er, how do you plan to deal with it?"
Madam Zeng no longer looked at Jia Bucai, turned to Zeng Lanjun and asked in a pleasant tone.
Zeng Lanjun sneered: "The old method, if he is willing to repent, I will consider asking him to return to his hometown for retirement, but he actually threatens me. I, Zeng Lanjun, dare not keep such a person!"
Jia Bucai was shocked when he heard this, but he was not sure what Zeng Lanjun meant. Is it possible that he really wanted to send him to the government? That's impossible, they couldn't want the Zeng family's reputation...
"Come here, An Qi, get some oil paper!" Zeng Lanjun suddenly ordered something that Jia Bu didn't understand.
Grease paper? What do you need that for?
It was just a panic, but the oil paper had already been brought in, and An Qi spread it on the ground with a quick movement.
"Boss Jia, could you please stand on that piece of paper?" Zeng Lanjun said with an unknown smile.
Jia Bucai didn't understand why, but he still stood up obediently, but he still felt bad in his heart...
Before he could think about it, Jia Bucai felt a chill on his neck, and then the air was no longer enough, and blood spurted out... His throat was cut from behind...
With disbelief, doubt, and confusion, Jia Bu opened his eyes, covered his throat and fell on the oil paper.
Mrs. Zeng didn't even raise her eyelids. She drank tea and asked, "Did that girl find out today?"
"Well, I almost asked Shangguan Yu to buy the goods. Fortunately, Du Yiqing stopped me. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome for the government!" Zeng Lanjun replied.
Mrs. Zeng looked at Jia Bucai, who was wrapped in oil paper and disappeared into the night, and said, "Jun'er, this girl means well, and I like her, but... isn't she too smart?"
Zeng Lanjun was stunned and said with a smile: "Mom, you are really worrying too much. No matter how smart she is, isn't she stupid? Besides, if you hadn't known about what happened today and asked me to ask her out, how could you have done it?