"If you don't avenge that bitch Yang Bei, then I won't be considered the number one young man in Xiangcheng!"
He cursed angrily and walked straight to the imperial box after getting out of the elevator.
It was dark in the private room, and only a figure could be seen, sitting on the sofa with backlight.
As soon as he saw Qian Shaolong, the figure's tone of voice was mixed with a strong flavor of dialect: "Why are you so angry, Mr. Qian? Shen's Pharmaceutical is just a clown, should you deserve it?"
"A clown?"
Qian Shaolong snorted coldly: "Can a clown fool my father? Damn it, I was beaten in front of so many people, the Qian family was embarrassed, and they still allowed me to endure it - I'm so special
Can you bear it?"
While talking, Qian Shaolong sat on the sofa and kicked the coffee table hard.
The man smiled and lit a cigarette.
A red dot immediately appeared in the dark room, flickering indistinctly. The other party also threw one to Qian Shaolong. The latter did not pick it up and smoke it, but asked in a low voice: "You said, my father is
Aren’t you old and your brain is not working well?”
"We don't know this."
The figure chuckled: "But your dad was still very powerful when he was young. At first, we brothers all followed him, but then he came ashore, and we old brothers..."
Qian Shaolong smiled: "Uncle Zhen, actually my dad has never forgotten you. He even whispered about having a drink with you during the Chinese New Year, but he was busy with chores."
"Cluttered, hey, cluttered."
The man named Uncle Zhen sneered, flashed his cigarette butt, and asked, "Have you made up your mind to ask me to do this?"
"I've thought about it."
Qian Shaolong snorted: "I don't know where he got the confidence, but I was beaten by him in front of so many people in the business world."
"If he is still alive and well, where can I put my face?"
"Now even those cousins are laughing at me!"
The more Qian Shao spoke, the angrier he became and his face turned green.
Good things go out and bad things spread thousands of miles. In just one night, the whole Xiangcheng city knew that Jiangbei barged in on the door and beat him up, but no one dared to take care of him.
He also said that Qian Shaolong, the eldest son, no longer lives up to his reputation.
Yang Bei simply stepped on his face.
Qian Shaolong couldn't bear it.
Even if his father asked him to endure it, he couldn't endure it.
He has never suffered such a big loss since he was a child!
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. The two of them quickly shut up. Qian Shaolong frowned and asked, "Who?"
"It's me, Mr. Qian, who's here to bring you wine."
It was the lobby manager who came to give Qian Shaolong the expensive bottle of Lafite.
Uncle Zhen smoked his cigarette and hid in the darkness again.
After sending the lobby manager away, he showed up again and said dryly: "It's not easy for us to show up in this business."
"I know."
Mr. Qian poured a glass of wine for each of them and asked, "Uncle Zhen, do you still have the stuff?"
"Why are you taking advantage of me? I'm old and can't do anything anymore."
As soon as Uncle Zhen said this, Mr. Qian frowned: "Then you still take my job?!"
Uncle Zhen chuckled: "We can't take action anymore, but there are always talented people in the country. Now I am working as an agency, and the person who works is a professional killer."
"How professional? It won't be exposed, right?"
"Foreign."
Uncle Zhen swung the wine glass and drank it down in a vulgar gulp: "The killer platform has records, and I am very conscientious. I can give you a 20% discount this time, because there is a killer girl who heard that it was Yang Bei and volunteered."
"Killer girl? Woman?"
Qian Shao was obviously worried.
Uncle Zhen clicked his tongue and tasted the taste of the wine, and said calmly: "Don't worry, they are all professionals. That Yang Bei, even if he has wings, he won't be able to escape this time."
"oh?"
Qian Shao was a little surprised and asked: "What's the plan?"
"That Yang Bei is still a bit tricky. We installed surveillance cameras on his car and slowly looked for opportunities."
Uncle Zhen's voice was unhurried: "Don't worry, we are familiar with this kind of thing. His car was tampered with by us, and we will do it this afternoon after the funds are received."
"Uncle Zhen, you are still reliable."
Mr. Qian finally smiled, took out a bank card from his arms, and pushed it over: "There's half inside. Once the matter is done, I'll type in the other half. The password is one to six."
Uncle Zhen took it and stood up with a smile: "The deal is established."
The rain finally started.
After get off work, when Yang Bei went to pick up Shen Hongyan, there was lightning and thunder in the sky.
It was just dry thunder and a steady patter of rain.
Yang Bei forgot about Shen Hongyan's instructions to pick her up early. At six o'clock, almost an hour after get off work, he arrived downstairs at Shen's Pharmaceutical headquarters.
When I got out of the car, I saw Shen Hongyan, who was very angry with her mouth puffed out.
"you are late."
"Traffic jam."
Yang Beimian made an excuse without changing his face and scratched his head: "Why are you going to Jiangcheng?"
"Looking for Sister Celadon has nothing to do with you."
Shen Hongyan said, opened the door and got into the car, and urged Yang Bei to hurry up. Yang Bei was already familiar with running the road from Jiangbei to Jiangcheng, and soon drove to the mountain road.
Although the mountain road was rugged, it was actually not difficult to walk. But halfway through, when we came to a small square in the suburbs, the car suddenly broke down.
Yang Bei got out of the car and opened the hood and took a look. He saw that the engine was smoking and he didn't know which wire was burned out.
"The quality of your big Mercedes is not good."
Yang Bei was dumbfounded: "Where can I repair a car in this wilderness?"
Shen Hongyan also frowned: "I've been driving for two years and haven't had any problems yet. Why does it break down as soon as you drive?"
As she spoke, she opened the map on her mobile phone and looked at it. She was pleasantly surprised: "There is a car repair shop in front. Let's push the car there."
Yang Bei couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Can you push it? I'll go to the car repair shop and ask someone to repair it."
Shen Hongyan raised her hand and looked at the time. She was already rushing to seven o'clock. Because of the rain, it had already turned dark. She nodded anxiously: "Then hurry up."
Yang Bei nodded, took out his umbrella and got out of the car.
The auto repair shop was not far away, about five or six hundred meters away. When Yang Bei arrived, the lights were on and two middle-aged men were having dinner under the eaves.
Seeing someone coming, they both looked up, then lowered their heads and continued eating.
Yang Bei frowned and asked: "Boss, repair the car?"
"Where's the car?"
One of the middle-aged men looked up and asked, he must be the boss.
Yang Bei put away his umbrella and pointed in the direction of the car: "It's over there, about five hundred meters away. It seems that the engine is short-circuited."
The boss wiped his mouth and stood up: "Okay, wait a minute, I'll get the tools."
Yang Bei nodded and waited under the eaves for a while.
The other middle-aged man didn't say anything, just bowed his head and ate.
Yang Bei didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw this man skillfully serving food with a small spoon, he frowned slightly and asked, "Brother, have you committed any crime before?"
Normally, everyone uses chopsticks to eat, but foreigners use knives and forks because of convenience.
When eating with a spoon, many meals are not very easy to hold.
But there is one type of person who eats with a spoon all year round: criminals.
In the prison, chopsticks, knives and forks are not provided, and the prisoner's cutlery only has an iron spoon.
Some prisoners got used to it and kept the same habit after they came out. The one in front of me, there were chopsticks next to him but he didn't use them. He used a spoon.
When Yang Bei asked, he raised his head and grinned.
Yang Bei frowned, feeling a little confused, and was stunned again.
He noticed that where the boss stood up, there was a box of foreign cigarettes: Dunhill.
Yang Bei worked as a doctor for more than a month, met all kinds of people, and learned a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, including this kind of foreign cigarettes: they are not sold in China.