To be able to run the entertainment industry in Haishi and be able to stand firm, it is impossible without some real ability.
As the boss of Tie Ye, Chen Liangchuan must firstly have a strong backstage, and secondly, the team must be strong enough.
The two bodyguards beside him, Ma Guoquan and Li Shuangjun, are both mercenaries. Those who have actually been on the battlefield are also martial arts masters who have reached the Anjin level in terms of martial arts levels.
These two people can be regarded as the Dinghai Shenzhen that tears apart the night. A dozen or so ordinary people cannot get close to them.
Inside Private Room 30, the atmosphere was extremely strange.
On one side, Wu Zonghao and others were watching eagerly but were afraid to take action. On the other side, Yang Haoran was still scanning the fruit plate.
"This can't do it. It's almost gone. Give me the red fruit here just now and give me ten more portions."
Manager Liu stared at the red fruit that Yang Haoran was talking about, and opened his mouth without saying anything.
He waved his hand and said, "Go and get ten cherries."
Liu Xiaocui looked desperate: "Yang Haoran, do you know how much the red fruits you mentioned cost? The market price is two hundred yuan per catty. Generally, the price in places like this will be several times higher!"
A waiter had already brought ten pieces of cherries over, and Yang Haoran threw one into his mouth first.
Wu Zhi said: "I'm paying the bill anyway, what do you have to worry about? You just need to care about whether it tastes good or not."
Liu Xiaocui didn't know whether to cry or laugh. It was the first time she knew that Yang Haoran was so good.
Then he looked at the very pretty Cheerilee in front of him, and angrily grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth.
Anyway, that’s it, if you don’t eat, you won’t eat for free!
After Chen Liangchuan entered the private room, what he saw was such a scene, and he immediately became furious.
"You bunch of losers, get out of here."
More than a dozen security guards exited the private room dejectedly, and Manager Liu pointed at Yang Haoran.
"Mr. Chen, that's him." Tianyawei Novel
Wu Zonghao came over with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Chen, this guy comes here to spend money without paying. Look how happy he is eating."
Chen Liangchuan waved his hand, and Ma Guoquan and Li Shuangjun walked up to Yang Haoran with astonishing momentum.
"Boy, this is not a place for a king's meal. Tell me, give me money or a pair of hands?"
Yang Haoran spit out the core and wiped it on Liu Xiaocui's clothes.
"As for such a big battle? Did I say I won't pay you? And what do you mean by bringing these two people here? If you really want to take action, don't cry if I beat you!"
Ma Guoquan stared angrily and kicked the coffee table in front of Yang Haoran away.
There were gasps of air-conditioning all around. It was a solid wood coffee table, weighing more than a hundred kilograms. It was easier than kicking a ball.
Yang Haoran is finished now, look how arrogant he is!
"Boy, do you dare to say what you said again?"
Yang Haoran looked at the cherries scattered on the ground with a pity expression and kept shaking his head.
"You said you are such a spendthrift, and you have ruined all the good things. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you will be sorry for the farmers who planted the trees."
While talking, Yang Haoran stood up lazily and looked at Ma Guoquan who was getting ready to go with a smile.
Just when he was about to take action, the expression on his face changed instantly and he looked outside the private room.
A ferocious aura came from far and near. Where did such a ferocious person come from?
Chen Liangchuan thought that Yang Haoran was afraid, and immediately laughed.
"Are you still afraid? It's too late. Break one of his hands first."
Ma Guoquan stepped forward, raised his palm and was about to drop it.
"I wonder who dares? If you dare to make a move, this nightclub will no longer exist!"
A burly man walked into the private room followed by an elegant old man, it was Xingzhu.