The tone of Lu Shaoqing's words was very precise, and he had the majesty of a big shot.
Especially at the end, he emphasized his tone and handled the details very well.
Generally speaking, rhetorical questions and interrogative sentences with question marks are very aggressive and show off your aura.
Lu Shaoqing believed that this opening sentence was quite passable, and it also showed his ability to adapt to the situation.
During his five years on Wall Street, he has not earned his reputation in vain.
But the Lu family relatives in the ward were all dumbfounded and unbelievable.
Even Han Shixiao, who was hiding behind Zhang Ruoyu, was trembling all over and almost thought it was over...
"It's not an expensive gift." Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette and said calmly. "How is the injury? My uncle's actions are not serious. If you feel uncomfortable, don't hide it. If you need to take a picture, take a picture. If you need to eat, take a picture.
Medicine Jui
Take the medicine. The medical expenses are ours, Mr. Lu, please don't be polite."
Lu Shaoqing put down the porridge box and calmly lit a cigarette: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and my body is so strong. How could I be injured? It's just a trivial matter. What's the big deal? It's just scratching my itch."
Grandpa dragged Lu Shaoqing to hold a candlelit night talk last night, and talked about Han Daowei in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
In the small circle, this old demon Han is called Han Qicheng, he dominates the south, and is also known as the King of the South.
As for the cook Zhang Ruoyu, the last time the Bei Mang Army came, it can be understood that he went to General Zhang's memorial service.
This time the eight ace masters sent representatives over, but they were down-to-earth and gave Zhang Ruoyu face.
Even the late General Zhang called him Brother Zhang.
Lu Shaoqing was a little unsure about the weight. But Lu Taisui said, if you're not sure, don't take it. If you have to, you can call him Brother Zhang.
It's just a beating. Who in Binhai dares to mention this matter?
Lu Taisui has been roaming the coast for half a century, relying not only on ruthlessness, but also cowardice!
"It's fine." Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly, blowing a puff of thick smoke on Lu Shaoqing's face. "Brother Xiao, it just so happens that the elders of the Lu family are here, can you express your opinion?"
When Han Shixiao heard this, he was a little embarrassed.
To express your opinion? Brother Zhang, you didn’t give me a warning before coming here?
And given your conversation style, where should I express my position?
If you lower your posture, will you lose face, Brother Zhang?
If I have too much arrogance, I will be a heinous perpetrator after all, so that’s not appropriate, right?
Han Shixiao kept a straight face and showed no timidity.
But my heart was crazy and tangled.
Lu Shaoqing glanced at Han Shixiao lightly. Looking at the attitude of this bastard, he made it clear that he did not want to express his position, let alone apologize.
He is so confident and arrogant.
Did Zhang Ruoyu give him a hint or even a reassurance before he came?
Lu Shaoqing was a little worried about ruining the harmonious atmosphere, so he waved his hands lightly and said: "No need to apologize. We all hang out in the Binhai circle, and we have known each other for twenty years. I am not that stingy."
Hearing what Lu Shaoqing said, Han Shixiao became numb.
When did you get so fucking generous?
You, Lu Shaoqing, are the number one young man in Binhai, and your grandfather Lu Taisui is an old monster who has become a spirit.
What are you afraid of?
"Apologise?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned and glanced at Lu Shaoqing lightly. "We came to the hospital to see you and gave you a fruit basket. We have already apologized."
Lu Shaoqing was a little unsure of what the man named Zhang wanted to say.
Since you think sending a fruit basket is considered an apology, what else do you want Han Shixiao to say?
"Young Master Lu, I have already given you enough face." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "I want to give Young Master Lu a warning. My uncle had a comprehensive physical examination some time ago, and the doctor got the test results."
After the order, his case was transferred to Qingshan Mental Hospital. It is estimated that the mental patient certificate will be issued next Monday."
Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette and said expressionlessly: "Master Lu, try to provoke my uncle as little as possible in the future. Even if he kills you, the law cannot punish him. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Ouch!"
Han Shixiao only took half a second to digest Brother Zhang's words. He kicked the edge of the bed violently and let out a perverted wail.
It seemed that he suddenly fell ill.
"Understood." Lu Shaoqing's smoking movements stagnated.
Where the hell is this apology coming from?
It’s simply intimidation and a threat!
Lu Shaoqing felt aggrieved.
The relatives of the Lu family were also ready to take action and wanted to tear the arrogant and domineering Zhang Ruoyu to pieces.
But when Lu Taisui left, he said that Shaoqing had full authority to handle this matter and no one should interfere.
"You know it's useless." Zhang Ruoyu pressed forward and shook his head lightly. "We have to let Lu Taisui come out to express his position."
As soon as these words came out, the hearts of everyone present became tense.
What's the meaning?
As the victim and the perpetrator, Lu Shaoqing can’t even do this?
Do you still have to let Lu Taisui come out and express his opinion?
Lu Shaoqing's expression was a bit awkward and he almost choked to death.
He finally understood why grandpa took Dou Xiandong to have breakfast in a hurry as soon as he heard that Zhang Ruoyu was coming.
As expected, Grandpa knew things well and knew that this person named Zhang was difficult to deal with.
But push your injured self out to deal with this difficult guy. Grandpa, you are not kind...
"My grandpa took care of me all night long last night, and he has gone home now..." Lu Shaoqing said tactfully. "He is old and cannot stand the trouble."
"How about letting me, the client, express this attitude?"
After saying that, he looked eagerly at Zhang Ruoyu.
Seeing Young Master Lu being forced into this situation, my eldest uncle couldn't bear it. He gently pushed Brother Zhang's back and whispered, "How about forget it?"
"What's the matter?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "You are making fun of Young Master Lu's life! What if he gets angry again one day and finds fault with you? If you lose control of your emotions and stab him to death, who's to blame?"
Han Shixiao twitched the corner of his mouth and did not dare to say another word.
Lu Shaoqing opened his mouth, feeling that Zhang Ruoyu was threatening him.
But he really couldn't bear to let his grandfather suffer this injustice, and was about to speak.
But Zhang Ruoyu changed the topic and said calmly: "To show my sincerity, I will call my father-in-law first and let him express his attitude first."
After that, he took out his cell phone and called Old Mo Han.
Dudu.
While the phone was ringing, Zhang Ruoyu said: "Whose family doesn't have a few elders? Whose family doesn't have a temper?"
"If nothing else, this matter is settled for now. If you want to poke trouble or cause similar things in the future, you have to draw a line and give you a standard, right?"
"Just like Mr. Lu, you asked me to trick you last time. I just don't understand the sense of propriety of my elders, so I didn't kill you overnight."
"Otherwise, even if my uncle wants to hit you again, he will have no choice but to smash your urn."
Dudu.
"Hello."
The call was connected.
It's a nice uncle's voice.
But when the relatives of the Lu family heard this familiar and frightening voice, their hair stood on end and they shuddered.
