Qin Luo and Zhang Shuang got into a fight. After a while, a box of Maotai was drunk, and Zhang Shuang began to speak incoherently.
However, Qin Luo's face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he always maintained a harmless smile.
"Mr. Li, do you think we can discuss business now?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.
Li Shiming's face turned dark, and he looked at the empty bottles on the table and stopped breathing.
"Okay, but I don't feel well today..."
Before Li Shiming could finish speaking, Qin Luo opened another bottle of Moutai and drank it.
"Ha! It's okay. Mr. Li will rest first while I drink. We can talk about it when you feel better."
After a while, Qin Luo drank all the Maotai and started eating the food with chopsticks, not forgetting to praise how delicious the food was.
That Zhang Shuang was lying motionless on the table like a dead dog, and Li Shiming's expression was also very dull.
"Has Mr. Li thought about it?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.
Li Shiming looked at Qin Luo and was interrupted just as he was about to speak.
"Waiter, another box of Maotai." Qin Luo shouted to the door.
"No, no, no, stop drinking, let's talk business." Li Shiming swallowed his saliva and said.
But at this moment, the waiter had already brought up a box of Maotai.
Qin Luo looked at Maotai and smiled and said: "It's okay. I listened to Mr. Li while drinking. Mr. Li understands people and should be able to finish talking before I finish drinking a box, right?"
Li Shiming wiped his sweat and naturally understood what Qin Luo meant and smiled bitterly.
Qin Luo opened a bottle of Maotai and drank it like mineral water while listening.
Jiang Bingxue looked at Qin Luo with a smile, then took out the contract and pushed it to Li Shiming.
"Mr. Li, this is the contract we have drawn up. Please take a look at it."
Li Shiming gritted his teeth and accepted the contract. Before he could finish reading it, Qin Luo had already drank three bottles of Maotai.
"Okay, this contract is okay." Li Shiming was dilly-dallying for a while, while Qin Luo drank a whole box of Moutai and quickly took out a pen to sign the contract.
Anyway, there are many benefits to be gained from cooperating with the Jiang Group. In order to negotiate this business, Jiang Bingxue gave up the profits to Li Shiming's Tianhe Group.
"Okay, Mr. Jiang, we will be business partners from now on." Li Shiming had already changed his title from Bingxue to Mr. Jiang.
Qin Luo was full of wine and food. After drinking what was left of the fourth bottle of Maotai, he smiled.
"Mr. Li is really a smart man, but I forgot to tell you." Qin Luo pointed to the contract: "Actually, I made a small modification to this contract, which is to give 70% of the previous profits to Tianhe Group.
Would you mind if it was given to the Chiang Group?"
Not only Li Shiming, but also Jiang Bingxue was very surprised. When did Qin Luo change it? Jiang Bingxue had no idea.
"What? You...you are not keeping your word." Li Shiming was furious and started to fight.
Qin Luo stood up from his seat, came to Li Shiming's side, put his hand on Li Shiming's shoulder, and applied a little force.
"Mr. Li, I didn't want to say it originally, but since you still don't know, I'll make it clear. Bingxue, except me, anyone who calls these two words will have to pay the price." As he said that, Qin Luo's hand tightened again.
"Ah! My shoulder." Li Shiming felt extremely painful in his shoulder, as if it had been pinched by a big iron pliers.
Qin Luo smiled and let go of his hand, came to Jiang Bingxue, took her hand and walked out.
Li Shiming couldn't recover for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
"Jiang Bingxue, Qin Luo, you two wait for me." Li Shiming said through gritted teeth.
"Waiter, pay the bill."
"Mr. Li, you spent a total of 1.67 million."
"What? How much?" Li Shiming didn't expect that not only was the contract cheated, but the meal actually cost more than one million.
After Qin Luo took Jiang Bingxue out of the private room, he found that Xiao Chen was lying on the ground in the corridor like a dead dog.
After leaving the gate of the private club, Jiang Bingxue pulled Qin Luo and asked, "When did you change my contract?"
"If you really signed this kind of contract last night, the Jiang family would become a laughing stock." Qin Luo said with a serious face.
"Qin Luo, tell me the truth. Have you been pretending to be stupid? If you don't tell the truth, I will never agree."
At this time, Jiang Bingxue had to ask clearly, although they were just classmates before Qin Luo saved her and didn't know each other well.
But Qin Luo is just an ordinary person. After waking up today, everything cannot be done by ordinary people. Jiang Bingxue can't help but doubt it.
"I can't say it yet, but remember, Qin Luo didn't have any plans for you, and he saved you out of sincerity. When I can tell you, I will definitely tell you the truth." Qin Luo said lightly.
Jiang Bingxue froze in place for a long time. She believed that Qin Luo was sincere to her. After all, she had found some clues about the car accident and had long suspected Ye Shihao.
If Qin Luo hadn't appeared at the critical moment, he might have lost his life.
Thinking of this, Jiang Bingxue nodded.
"You go back first. I want to go home and take a look first." Qin Luo said as soon as the two people came to the car.
Jiang Bingxue also felt that Qin Luo should go back and take a look, so she asked: "Shall I see you off?"
"No, I want to walk by myself."
The two of them separated from the private club, and Qin Luo walked alone on the street. The sun had already set, and he felt inexplicably sad on the dimly lit street.
After all, Qin Luo's previous life was a demon from another world, holding the power of life and death in the entire foreign world. His skills have not yet been half restored, although he can fully recover by continuing to practice.
But the spiritual energy of the earth is thin, and it is difficult to practice again. What's more, he still wants to avenge all the revenge that caused him to lose the Demon Lord.
Just when Qin Luo was thinking wildly, he unknowingly came near Qin Luo's home in his previous life.
"Damn old woman, are you tired of living? Are you trying to burn me to death by serving such hot porridge?"
At a roadside stall on the roadside, a young man in black with tattoos all over his arms cursed.
"Sorry, sorry, this is freshly made porridge, so it's a little hot. I'll just bring it to you and blow it on."
The old woman bowed to the man and apologized.
"Fart, do you want me to eat your saliva?"
As he said that, the man raised his hand and turned the table over. The condiments on the table were scattered on the floor. When the guests at other tables saw this scene, they put down their money and ran away.
"I'm telling you, old lady, this is our brother Long. He just came out yesterday and officially took over this place today." A gangster next to the man said proudly.
"I'm sorry, I..." The old woman was a little at a loss. Although she was old, there was no hint of what they meant.
"I'm sorry, uncle, you damn old woman, you burned our Brother Long, why don't you pay for it?"
"Yes! To compensate, take one thousand first."
The old woman took two steps back in fright, and then said: "I don't have that much money. This is a small business. I can make dozens of yuan a day and barely survive."
"You don't have any money, right? Then I'll..." Just when one of the gangsters raised his hand, he felt severe pain in his wrist: "Oh, who? It hurts."
The little gangster looked behind him and found Qin Luo glaring at him angrily.