The image of Meng Jianbo at this moment is completely consistent with the image in Jiang Zhihao's impression.
The waiter next to me also tried to dissuade him, but was slapped in the face by Meng Jianbo.
Pointing his finger at the waiter, Meng Jianbo cursed: "It's none of your fucking business, get out of here, or I'll beat you up too!"
Then, he looked at the waitress: "My clothes cost 80,000 yuan. If you pay the compensation honestly, forget it. Otherwise, I will kill you today!"
The waitress turned pale when she heard this. She didn't know whether this dress was worth 80,000 yuan, but she definitely couldn't afford such a lot of money.
The beaten waiter next to him seemed a little unconvinced and said: "Your clothes are not from a big brand, how can they be worth 80,000!"
"You're looking for fucking death!" Meng Jianbo casually picked up the decorative vase next to him and smashed the waiter on the head.
At this moment, Jiang Zhihao came to him and reached out to grab his wrist.
With his strength, how could Meng Jianbo, whose body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex, be able to resist.
His wrist seemed to be clamped by iron pliers, unable to move. He glared at Jiang Zhihao with a fierce look on his face: "Are you a bed bug that emerged from some cesspool? Let me loose. I am a member of the Meng family, do you hear me?"
"What's wrong with the Meng family?" Jiang Zhihao pinched Meng Jianbo's face so hard that he turned blue, and the vase couldn't help but fall. He caught the vase with one hand and put it back in place. Jiang Zhihao pushed him away and said, "Just because your surname is Meng, it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.
Bullying. What he said is right, this outfit only costs 3,000 yuan. Why, the Meng family all made their fortunes by blackmailing people?"
"I call you grandma!" Meng Jianbo cursed and rushed forward again.
As a result, before his fist could even be raised, Jiang Zhihao slapped him in the face.
This slap made Meng Jianbo's eyes flash with stars, and he hit his head against the wall next to him, making a loud "thud" sound.
"I, I'm..." Meng Jianbo was dizzy, but he didn't forget to use swear words.
How could Jiang Zhihao tolerate him? He slapped him again: "You have such a bad mouth. It seems that your father did not teach you how to be a good person. Also, my grandma is your grandma. If you are disrespectful to your elders, you should be beaten!"
The third slap came down, and blood came from Meng Jianbo's mouth.
Hearing Jiang Zhihao's words, he couldn't help but look up at the man: "You, you are..."
"I'm Jiang Zhihao. Your father should have told you this name before. No doubt about it, in terms of blood relationship, I am your cousin. But looking at your trashy look, just pretend that we don't know each other." Jiang Zhihao didn't know him at all.
The undisguised way.
Meng Jianbo was stunned. Of course he had heard of the name Jiang Zhihao. He remembered everyone who wanted to divide the family property.
Is this the son of the dead sister-in-law?
But how dare he do this to himself!
Meng Jianbo thought Jiang Zhihao had just arrived and didn't know his importance, so he gritted his teeth and said, "You're done! My father is Meng Zongguang, who is in charge of the family's finances. If he says a word, you won't get a penny!"
"Really? Then go back and ask your dad if he is really so evil." Jiang Zhihao said nonchalantly.
At this time, four or five young people came over, saw the scene in front of them, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing, stop it!"
Meng Jianbo turned around and saw his companion arriving. He couldn't help but feel confident and shouted: "Young Master Hong, this guy is too arrogant. He dares to hit me. Please help me teach him a lesson!"
Hong Yunkui ran forward and saw the fingerprints on Meng Jianbo's face. He couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhihao with a gloomy face: "Brother, are you a bit harsh? He is a member of the Meng family and is also my brother, Hong Yunkui. Shouldn't you give him a hand?