Xia Peilong wanted to skin him and cramp him on the spot to relieve his hatred. But in front of so many outsiders, he didn't want to make things too ugly.
He directly picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it towards Xia Ziyun's head.
With a "bang" sound, Xia Ziyun was knocked to the ground and screamed.
The blood on his forehead flowed out instantly, staining his clothes and the ground red.
Xia Peilong said angrily: "Get out of here right now! I'll deal with you when I get back!"
Xia Ziyun was so frightened that he didn't dare to scream anymore. He covered his bleeding forehead and left dejectedly with the help of his subordinates.
How arrogant you were when you came, how embarrassed you were when you left.
The VIP box manager waiting outside was frightened when he saw this scene.
In this box, is Xia Peilong? There is another person, if I read it correctly, it seems to be Fan Hongru?
At this time, Jiang Zhiping, the owner of the auction house, ran over and saw the manager standing there. He quickly asked: "What's the situation now? Is there a fight?"
"A beating is a beating, but Mr. Xia was beaten..." the manager said.
"What!" Jiang Zhiping immediately became furious. The Xia family members were beaten? Isn't this an attempt to break the news!
The manager smiled bitterly and said: "Look who is in that box..."
Jiang Zhiping glanced into the box and was stunned. Then he was so excited that he ran into the box with a smile on his face: "Mr. Xia, Mr. Fan, you two are also here! What a coincidence.
Yes, last time I said I wanted to meet you two."
"You really know how to meet us. You know that it's hard to find us, so you took advantage of the opportunity to attend the auction and used your backstage to find our box without authorization, right?" Xia Peilong said in a pitiful voice: "Boss Jiang, I really
I didn’t expect that the people in your auction house are so knowledgeable about technology. If I don’t come to the auction today, are you going to install a camera or bug in my house so that I can be found at any time?”
Xia Peilong's weird statement made Jiang Zhiping break out in a cold sweat, and he quickly said with a smile: "Mr. Xia, this is all a misunderstanding... How dare we turn on the camera and bug for you?"
"You mean you don't dare to give him peace, but you dare to give me peace?" Fan Hongru asked.
Jiang Zhiping's face was full of bitterness. The two men sang and sang, leaving him speechless. No matter how much he explained now, it was in vain. He could tell at a glance that it was the VIP box manager who leaked the number. Otherwise,
How could Xia Ziyun find this place?
Anyone looking at the door panel on the floor would feel uncomfortable, let alone someone like Xia Peilong.
Jiang Zhiping gritted his teeth and shouted behind him: "Why don't you come here and apologize to Mr. Xia!"
"What does he, a little pawn, have to apologize for? Or do you think you don't need to take responsibility for this?" Xia Peilong asked.
Jiang Zhiping quickly shook his head and said: "Of course I have to take responsibility. Mr. Xia, what do you want to punish me?"
"I said? I asked you to cut off your head and play it as a ball for me, okay?" Xia Peilong said angrily.