"How do you say this? Yang Dejie's foundation is quite solid. In city A for so many years, no one has ever been able to shake him." Liang Sen asked puzzledly.
Murong Yunqing smiled but did not answer.
Just now, he received a call asking him to quickly clear all interests between himself and Yang Dejie.
This phone call is enough to prove that Yang Dejie may not be able to escape this time.
"Mr. Murong, how should we deal with the girl who hurt our cousin?" Liang Sen knew that there were some things that should be known and some things that should not be known, so he changed the topic.
"Don't move for now." Murong Yunqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Liang Sen, I'm warning you, before you get any orders from me, you'd better not act rashly because Lin Southeast is your brother's subordinate, otherwise, the cousin will
Dispose of it!"
"Mr. Murong——"
Liang Sen was said to be the central concern, and said a little unwillingly, "No matter what, Lin Southeast is a brother in our gang. He was injured in public at the Pearl Tower. If we don't seek some justice, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public!"
"Liang Sen——"
Murong Yunqing's tone suddenly became slow, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips, "Do you think I should let you teach me how to do things?"
Seeing his tone and expression, Liang Sen suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, his face turned horrified, and he hurriedly bent over and nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, it was me who was rash and rude. I will never dare to do it again in the future."
"Just leave the little finger on your left hand, right?" Murong Yun blew a light puff of smoke, "This punishment is really light."
Liang Sen was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and took out a small self-defense dagger from his body. He closed his eyes and used all his strength. The little finger of his left hand was cut off and fell to the ground, causing severe pain in his heart.
But he did not dare to show pain, instead he covered the bleeding and looked at Murong Yunqing with a pale face.
"Take your fingers and leave!" Murong Yunqing's face still looked gentle and leisurely, but the eyes behind the lenses were so cold that it made people feel like they were full of frost.
"Thank you Mr. Murong."
Liang Sen hurriedly bent over to pick up the severed finger, closed the door and left——
Murong Yunqing put the cigarette butt on the ashtray, picked up the phone and dialed Song Xuan's number.
"Haha, hello, Mr. Song!" His voice returned to the smooth tone of the businessman before, completely without the indifference and coldness just now.
"Hello, Boss Murong!" Song Xuan's voice was gentle and low-alcohol, like a can of plum wine that had just been opened in early spring.
"hehe--"
Murong Yunqing laughed a few times and said, "I have a new batch of jades in the Yushi Pavilion, and I want you to help me palm them. I wonder if Mr. Song is free?"
"When Boss Murong calls, even if he is not available, he will become available." Although Song Xuan looks like a scholar, he is also a businessman after all, and he is also very smooth and considerate in his conduct.
"Haha, Mr. Song is very loyal. I wonder if you will bring your cute and smart female disciple here with you? Since we are old friends for many years, I have something else to do to benefit you. My people are here tonight
Several trucks of wool have been brought back from Myanmar. You have always been interested in gambling on stones. How about I let you grab some?" Murong Yunqing said with a smile.
"Thank you, Boss Murong, for your care. Song will definitely arrive on time tonight. As for whether Zimei is free to come with us, we have to ask her." Song Xuan was thinking about meeting Yang Zimei, but he met Wu Ming. Now, Murong Yunqing took this opportunity
She gave it away so that he could call her and tell her that he would take her to learn about jade and gambling stones.
When he thought of her big and lively eyes, his heart felt as if feathers were gently flicking them, softly and softly.