Four hundred and fiftieth chapters pumping people to drink
Chapter 457: Beating people and drinking wine
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? Hou Zhiqiang felt as if he had knocked over a sauce and vinegar shop. It was sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, and all kinds of grievances. Even the two eggs on his dick felt a dull pain. The hundreds of knife guys who came with him had all seen Xu Qingmian.
, all of them shrank their necks, and a few sensible people quietly pinned the dicks in their hands to their lower backs. This is a tough guy that even Brother Yao can't afford to offend. If he touches his dick, he might as well jump into a manhole and choke to death.
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Xu Qing nodded and smiled at Hou Zhiqiang: "Brother Monkey, long time no see."
Hou Zhiqiang was now riding a tiger and couldn't get off. For a moment, he even lost his limbs. Yan Jinlong beside him glanced at him with a puzzled face and asked in a low voice: "Brother Hou, do you know this kid?"
Hou Zhiqiang was full of suppressed anger and had no place to vent it. He turned his head and gave this guy a fierce look, and said in a cold voice: "I know your sister, you are looking for death to support me." Then he changed his face to a bitter look, lowered his head and took the first few steps.
He stepped forward and stood in front of Xu Qing, timidly saying: "Mr. Xu, I really didn't know you were here..."
Xu Qing turned his stool around, looked at Hou Zhiqiang with a half-smile, and asked in a low voice: "Did Zhang Qiyao ask you to come?"
Hou Zhiqiang nodded honestly: "Brother Yao didn't know you were here, so this matter must be a... misunderstanding." At the end of the sentence, he was obviously lacking in confidence, and his voice was as low as a mosquito singing.
Xu Qing frowned and suddenly raised his voice twice: "Misunderstanding? A hundred or so people came here to sing with some guys?" After saying that, he stretched out his palm and slapped Hou Zhiqiang twice on the face, making his face crack.
Sound.
Hou Zhiqiang is now like a child who has done something wrong and been scolded by his parents. When he is slapped in the face, he has to have his neck scratched. As long as this man does not poke people with his fingers, thank God.
"If you make money that is unconscionable, you won't be able to sleep well, understand? A bunch of gentlemen are bullying orphans and widowed mothers, and that thing on your crotch will grow in vain..." Xu Qing scolded Hou Zhiqiang while glancing at Yan Jinlong's face with his eyes.
However, not to mention that this guy does have some similarities to Secretary-General Yan.
Yan Jinlong had already seen clues from Hou Zhiqiang's attitude. The young man opposite must be someone that even Zhang Qiyao would not dare to provoke. When he heard those two calls from Mr. Xu, his mind began to quickly filter out the underworld big shots named Xu.
I checked it again, and the result was even more confusing. There was no correct number at all.
"Mr. Xu, I was wrong. I will take this person back right now and never do such immoral things again." After thinking about it, Hou Zhiqiang could only admit his mistake and submit, and his attitude was so sincere that there was no trace of artificiality.
Only then did Xu Qing retract his slap with satisfaction, pointed at Yan Jinlong who was frowning at the side and said, "Did that guy ask you to chop me?"
Hou Zhiqiang hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily. He couldn't help but wish to transfer his firepower to Yan Jinlong.
Xu Qing smiled calmly and said: "Brother hates this kind of guy who is rich and unkind. Let's do this. You all line up to slap him twice, and then you can leave."
Hou Zhiqiang's chest bulged and he raised his head: "Don't worry, Mr. Xu, I've been wanting to slap him for a long time."
Xu Qing waved his hand and said with a sneer: "Brother is the first to say ugly things. If anyone is passive and slows down in work, don't blame me for being unkind, go ahead!"
Hou Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief, with a cold look in his eyes. He pointed at Yan Jinlong and shouted, "Catch him for me." Two wolf-like gangsters rushed forward, one on the left and the other on the right.
arm.
Yan Jinlong never expected that these gangsters would suddenly rebel. It was not until his arms were held that he suddenly woke up. After struggling twice, it was in vain. He glared at Hou Zhiqiang who was walking towards him and yelled: "You fucking
Your head is stuffed with donkey hair. If you have the guts, just touch me and try it. Brother Yao will definitely chop you up if he finds out..."
Snap!
Two crisp explosions directly sealed Yan Jinlong's curse words. The two slaps were so crisp that Xu Qing saw a viscous liquid spurting out from the corner of his crooked mouth and smeared directly on a gangster.
face.
After Hou Zhiqiang slapped him twice, he turned around and took a look. He was delighted to find that Xu Qing gave him a thumbs up. He seemed to be greatly encouraged. He waved his hands to the gangsters with a tigerish face and said: "Slap, two for one person."
Slap, slap lightly, I will slap him..."
Gangster No. 130 rolled up his sleeves and slapped each one harder than the other. No one failed to give in, as if this group of people were having a face-slapping contest, and the venue for the contest was Yan Jinlong's fat face.
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Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop -
At first, the sound of a slap on the face was quite crisp, but later it turned into a muffled sound of a slap on a sack. This was not because the gangsters were slacking off, but because Yan Jinlong's face was swollen like a pig's head.
, I couldn't even open my eyes, blood mixed with saliva dripped down my rotten lips, and even my ears began to drip with blood.
Xu Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with him. If he were an ordinary person, he might have been chopped into a disabled person. Since this guy can harm others, he must be prepared to be whipped. God's law is clear that retribution will not be good. Today
Even if he, Yan Jinlong, suffered retribution.
After slapping his mouth, Hou Zhiqiang led a group of gangsters into a Jinbei car and left as if they were flying away. Today, it would have been the same if Zhang Qiyao had come. How could he offend such a murderous god for the sake of a real estate company boss?
It's because the head is stuffed with donkey hair.
Yan Jinlong, who had been slapped two hundred and sixty-two times, could not even stand up now. All the big and small teeth in his mouth were missing, and his face was so miserable that even his own mother didn't recognize him when he was standing in front of him.
What’s a pig’s head if he’s a son? He’s twice as big as a pig’s head now.
Poor Yan Jinlong could only lie on the ground drooling and groaning, like a half-dead dog that had been drowned in water. Xu Qing looked at the guy coldly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Xue Guoqiang's number.
When the call was connected, Xu Qing briefly explained the demolition of Jinlong Real Estate Development Company. At the end, he bluntly explained the hidden relationship between Yan An and this company. He didn't even mention the fact that Yan Jinlong was slapped in the mouth.
hide.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound from the other end of the phone, like the sound of some kind of porcelain breaking into pieces. Xu Qing felt a little contempt for these officials. He liked to vent his anger on cups and bowls of things when he had nothing to do.
Isn’t it to increase the output of porcelain makers?
There is a saying that goes well, those who throw cups are either ignorant kids or overly sensible officials. Fortunately, the existence of these two types of people ensures the production of cups.
Xue Guoqiang, who was on the other end of the phone after throwing his cup, said in a deep voice: "Well done. If you see these moths causing trouble in the future, you will just clean them up. I'll treat you to a drink on behalf of the people of Jiangcheng."
These words were so resounding that even Xu Qing's eardrums felt numb. Then he thought, invite me to drink? That's not right! Why do I hear that there is a deception in these words?