She could see that Jiang Zhihao was indeed very angry and couldn't wait to take revenge on the Dong family and his son.
If he doesn't agree within five minutes, he might really find someone else to do it.
Although Li Bing, one of the local gangsters, is indeed a better candidate to deal with Dong Qingyun, it does not mean that she is the only choice.
As long as Jiang Zhihao is willing to provide enough benefits, there are many people who are willing to do such things to add insult to injury. After all, the secrets he possesses are definitely enough to make Dong Qingyun drink a pot.
Five minutes later, Jiang Zhihao said: "How about it? Have you thought about it?"
Li Bing took a long breath and said: "I need to tell Mr. Nie. After all, I am the vice president of the company, and it will take time to handle the work handover."
"What I want you to do doesn't take long, and you can finish it in time before handing it over. Without you, Nie Yunping's company would not collapse immediately," Jiang Zhihao said.
Li Bing couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. In the previous contact, Jiang Zhihao seemed gentle and elegant. But now it seems that he is definitely not a gentleman.
"Why do I feel that you are a little petty? Your revenge is too strong." Li Bing said.
Jiang Zhihao pointed to his head and said: "If you were beaten like this, you might be more anxious than me. Is it normal for me to be grateful to the Dong family and my son for a few days before taking revenge?"
Li Bing had nothing to say. Although Jiang Zhihao had mostly superficial injuries, he was beaten like this. No matter what he did, it was understandable.
She stopped talking nonsense and said: "Okay, I promise you, but if you want to do this, you need detailed information. I can't just go to their company to make trouble based on your simple words. That is simply a joke."
.”
"That's no problem. I'll tell you, and you can take note of it," Jiang Zhihao said.
When Li Bing took his notebook and started recording, Dong Qingyun had already left the hospital.
Dong Chengqiang was beaten so badly by him that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he did not dare to treat his injuries in this hospital, but moved to another hospital.
In the car, the secretary was persuading Dong Qingyun: "Mr. Dong, please calm down. I don't think the matter is as serious as you think. Although this Mr. Jiang may indeed be a strange person, we are on good terms with him."
River water. Even if we don’t interact with each other forever, at most it will be one less fortune teller, so the impact will not be big. On the contrary, the young master was beaten up by you. If there is something good or bad, but..."
"That bastard should be beaten to death. He caused trouble for me all the time. It makes me so angry!" Dong Qingyun still couldn't calm down. He glared at the secretary and said, "Don't give him any more love.
Otherwise I will whip you too!"
The secretary smiled bitterly and said, "Then Mr. Nie..."
Dong Qingyun had a sullen face, and after a while, he exhaled a breath and said: "Forget it, I'll tell Lao Nie myself. He has a close relationship with Jiang, but we are partners now, so it won't matter.
Because an outsider makes trouble so ugly. You are right, no matter what ability that person has, if he can't make friends, at most he is missing a fortune teller, it's not a big deal. I haven't had anyone tell my fortune in so many years.
, you are still living well!"
Dong Qingyun said this purely to comfort himself. Of course, this was also a step down for himself.
The relationship with Jiang Zhihao has become so tense, and even though he apologized in person, he still got slapped back. Do you still want to put a hot face on a cold butt?