Zhang Weidong took eight mobile phones and stacked them neatly on the table. Although everyone was blushing from drinking, they didn't reach out and looked at Ma Fei and Tian Yang with blinking eyes.
"Haha, it's not easy for anyone to get money, let alone inherited money. It's really something you don't get once in 80,000 years. It's nothing to eat or drink. Don't talk about it! I don't know how to use a Samsung phone!" Tianyang looked at it.
Zhang Weidong said something.
"**, what are you thinking about? A phone call only costs five or six thousand yuan! Now I have it. Without you, do you think I can buy it specially for you? Take it, take it!
"Zhang Weidong picked up the phone and handed it to Tianyang.
"...Can you take it back? It doesn't look good here!" Ma Fei said again.
"Fuck, if you take a mobile phone, can you get involved in forming a clique for personal gain?? Let's put it this way, when you ran away last time, I gave you 20,000 yuan. Is it still considered a bribe? We are all one family, and we can't be far away from each other.
How embarrassing is it not to be close?" Binbin's mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol. Looking at everyone's silence, he turned to Ma Fei and said something.
"Don't be so angry again, okay?" Ma Fei felt thorny in Binbin's words, feeling that Binbin was still angry because of what happened in the basement.
"...Well, you have money, but you don't like to use Samsung!! But you can ask others if they are willing to use it!!!" Binbin stood up a little excited and shouted to Ma Fei.
"Are you sick? Can you think more about something in your head?" Ma Fei sat in his original position, looked up at Binbin, and sounded a bit like me talking to Binbin.
"...**, if you say that, I'll just take it!! I'm not thinking anymore, what the heck!!" Binbin looked at Ma Fei with straight eyes, and reached out to grab Zhang Weidong's hand
The mobile phone box inside.
"Peng!"
Tianyang stood up suddenly, grabbed Binbin's wrist, raised his eyebrows and asked: "All you need is a mobile phone?"
"... Brother Yang, go away, it has nothing to do with the phone!!" Binbin was very angry and said something to Ma Fei.
"Then what do you think it has to do with! Why did I provoke you again!" Ma Fei looked at Binbin and rushed to him again, stood up and asked back.
"Brothers, let's be clear, I'm so fucking annoyed with you right now!! This guy, whenever Brother Fei asks me to do something, you'll grab what should be given to you and what shouldn't be given to you, and you'll take it to yourself.
Take it!! Are you thinking about it, what the hell are you doing with the two people who came with you??" Binbin puffed up his cheeks, frowned and shouted at Ma Fei.
"Are you really fucking stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?! If I don't fucking tell you, you're just a bastard!" Ma Fei glanced around the people in the room, his expression was very embarrassing, and there were some things he didn't want to say on this occasion.
explain.
"Binbin, sit down!!" Zhouzhou also stood up and grabbed Binbin's arm and said.
"Get up, don't hold me back! I want this mobile phone today. Who the hell can say whatever they want!" Binbin said and grabbed the mobile phone box in Zhang Weidong's hand.
"Boom!!" Ma Fei stretched out his hand to stop him, and kicked Binbin in the hip in a hurry. Binbin, who was already drunk, took a step back and hit Qiang directly, causing a big hit on the back of his head.
Bao, squinting his eyes and said: "You fucking hit me?"
"I saw you had some booze, and you lost your mind!! Zhouzhou, get him away quickly!!" Ma Fei was stunned for a moment, feeling a little regretful, and said vaguely to Zhouzhou.
"I've known you for over ten fucking years, and you kicked me because of a broken cell phone??" Binbin asked angrily again.
"You***...is this a mobile phone????" Ma Feiteng became angry and asked, pointing to the mobile phone on the table.
"It's not a cell phone, it's a bomb?" Zhang Weidong had been forced by Ma Fei to find a crack in the ground. The only one who tried to take his cell phone was kicked, which was like a basket slap in the face.
"You forced me to throw my face on the ground, didn't you?" Ma Fei looked at Zhang Weidong and asked.
"Why are you throwing me at me? I'll give you some gifts, and I'll also give away my enemies!" Zhang Weidong asked with a frown.
"Haha!" Ma Fei was so angry that without saying a word, he picked up a mobile phone box, tore open the package, opened it with a snap, took out the mobile phone inside, and pulled out the groove. Then Ma Fei took the mobile phone out
The box was erected. Everyone stood up and took a look. There was a bank card placed squarely inside.
"Snapped!"
Ma Fei took out the bank card inside, turned it over and placed it on the table. There was a note on the back of the bank card with the password written on it.
"Are you still watching?" Ma Fei asked with a gloomy face, looking up at Zhang Weidong who was blushing.
"**....What does this mean? Why did you even take out your bank card?" Eagle looked at Zhang Weidong for a long time and asked.
"Do you want more?" Ma Fei looked at the dumbfounded Binbin and asked again.
Binbin pursed his lips and stood silently.
"You're fucking in vain! After being punished ten thousand times, you're still like this, with no memory at all!" Ma Fei pointed at Binbin and cursed again, turned around and left.
"Peng!"
Zhang Weidong gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to stop Ma Fei, and said with a smile: "It's a good meal, why do you have to interfere with it?? You are not only trying to undermine me, you are making it impossible for everyone to get off the stage!"
"Weidong! At Caesars, put away your little thoughts! If you play too hard, you will be easily injured, you know?" Ma Fei took a step forward, stretched out his hand to straighten Zhang Weidong's collar, and put it on
In his ear, he spoke slowly.
"...I just have my thoughts, nothing else!"
"Well, you better not have any other intentions!!" Ma Fei looked at him and replied quickly with a smile.
.......
On the first floor, seven or eight strong men, tall and thick, wearing half-sleeves and with angular arm muscles, stepped in.
"Hello, sir, we don't have a seat right now. Do you have a reservation?" the waiter nodded and asked with a smile.
"Yes, go to the study!" The leader, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a resolute face and dark skin, replied succinctly.
"...Which room??"
"Go to the study!" The strong man frowned and repeated again.
"...Do you think it's okay if you sit in another room?" The waiter was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and asked.
"Why take another seat? I booked this room!"
"...Sir, I'm sorry, the guest in that room hasn't left yet. How about you wait a moment?"
"What the hell! I called you at night and booked this time. Why did you arrange for someone else??" The strong man slapped the table and yelled angrily.
"Sorry, there was a table of guests who also booked this room. We called him in the afternoon and he didn't answer, so we thought he canceled. Who knew they had just arrived and went straight to the private room without us stopping them?
!!" The young waiter was yelled at twice by the strong man. He was obviously a little panicked and his words were a little careless.