Li Dasong was so angry that he didn't think too much and just wanted to walk towards Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei had already discovered the situation here. She didn't know why Min Qinghua threw tea in Li Dasong's face, but she was sure that Li Dasong had made him unhappy.
To make Min Qinghua unhappy is to make yourself unhappy.
What's more, she found that Li Dasong's eyes were not straight, his eyelids were droopy and swollen, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked like he was overindulging in lust. Moreover, his face was just short of being written with the word "rich and ruthless profiteer".
She really didn't want to see this kind of person.
Therefore, when he was still ten steps away from her, the evil energy from her hand popped out and shot on his knees.
Li Dasong was walking just fine, but suddenly his knees felt cold and he couldn't stand. He fell to the ground with a thud.
He was short and fat, and his belly was as big as a rubber ball. This throwing action was very funny and made him roll a few times.
People around him snickered.
Li Dasong stood up in embarrassment and wanted to walk towards Yang Zimei again.
Yang Zimei's evil spirit popped up again——
Li Dasong fell to the ground again.
When he got up and wanted to walk, he continued to wrestle.
It was as if there was a ghost in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.
Of course, he would not suspect Yang Zimei.
It just feels like everything is weird.
After falling down three times in such embarrassment, he was too embarrassed to go to Yang Zimei again, and walked back with an extremely embarrassed expression.
Who knew that he was walking back normally now, and he didn't feel any cold air hitting his knees.
He sat back in his seat and drank two cups of tea.
"Fat Li, what did you do just now? You have been overindulging recently and your kidneys are weak and your feet are weak!"
One person mocked.
"this……"
Li Dasong blushed, "I don't know what's going on, I just want to wrestle, as if a ghost is stopping me from meeting Master Yang."
"Haha, so let's just say that Master Yang is not someone you can meet whenever you want. You'd better give up this idea."
"It's so strange, so strange. I must be possessed by a ghost. The ghost must be afraid that he will be driven away by Master Yang, so he won't let me see her."
Li Dasong murmured, his face getting paler, and he grabbed Min Qinghua's hand anxiously, "Brother Qinghua, I beg you, I am willing to modify our contract and let you take 15% more profits.
Help me introduce Master Yang and let her help me, okay?"
Just now, Yang Zimei's fingers moved slightly. No one else noticed it, but Min Qinghua knew it.
Li Dasong knows how to wrestle, so it must have been her.
It was obvious that she didn't want to see Li Dasong.
It is impossible for me to play this embarrassing role.
"I'm sorry, Fatty Li. There's nothing I can do. My son seems to be drunk. I have to send him home, so I won't accompany you."
Min Qinghua refused, stood up, and walked to Yang Zimei and Min Gang.
"Uncle Min, what happened between you and that fat man?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"It's okay. He just wanted me to introduce him to you for Feng Shui. I know you have refused to do this business recently, so I refused."
Min Qinghua replied.
"So it turns out that this has put Uncle Min in a difficult position!"
Yang Zimei discovered that Min Qinghua's face showed a trace of black line, which could bring trouble at least, or cause official trouble at worst.
Weiwei pinched his fingers and figured out that it was Li Dasong's grudge against Min Qinghua that caused this.
She couldn't let Min Qinghua be held back because of her and let him bring Li Dasong over.