Seeing James' fierce fist, Zhou Wen, who was sitting behind the tea table, no longer tolerated him this time. Zhou Wen's figure was motionless, but he suddenly punched out.
Zhou Wen's punch was not a brilliant move, it was just a simple black tiger punch to the heart, which is also called a straight punch that almost everyone can use in Western boxing.
There was nothing surprising about this punch, except for one thing - it was fast, and it was not ordinary fast. It was so fast that others did not see any punching action by Zhou Wen, as if a fist appeared in front of James out of thin air.
Zhou Wen's punch came last. Just when James' fist drove his body forward, and when James' fist was just inches away from touching Zhou Wen's face, this seemingly ordinary punch took the lead.
Hit James.
Then, James' fist was less than an inch away from Zhou Wen's still smiling face, but he felt so far away in his heart, as if there was a Pacific Ocean between the two of them.
Because he felt that he was not punched in the lower abdomen, but as if he was hit by a cannonball, which instantly dispersed all his strength, and then gave him a severe pain that he had never experienced before.
Because James is taller, and because Zhou Wen has been sitting still.
So Zhou Wen punched James squarely in the lower abdomen.
If Zhou Wen is willing, just move his fist down a little, maybe James' pain does not come from the lower abdomen, but from some indescribable part of the lower body where the pain and injury are greater.
Of course, Mr. Zhou is here to blackmail this arrogant American guy this time, so he cannot break him. Although due to James' sexual orientation, his thing has no other use except for booing, but
Zhou Wen still showed mercy in the spirit of international humanitarianism.
But even so, after hearing a bang, the executive director of American Qichang Yang Company covered his lower abdomen with both hands, his eyes filled with pain and disbelief, and fell to the ground like a bent shrimp.
Zhou Wen still had a harmless smile on his face as always, and he was very satisfied with his punch.
The force was neither light nor heavy, and was controlled just right. It did not burst the arrogant and ignorant American's bladder, but also made him feel the pain that was more painful than bursting. Zhou Wen felt very relieved.
The last time I was humiliated at Qichang Foreign Trade Co., I was able to fight back with just one punch.
Of course, this is not enough.
At this time, Dr. Cha, who heard the quarrel in the private room, wanted to check the situation, but was beaten back by Zhang Xiaoping who was guarding the door with a shining silver ball.
But Zhou Wen in the private room had enough time to pick up the teacup on the tea table and take a sip of tea. Then he took out two photos from an envelope on the table and threw them casually on the ground. He was still breathing heavily.
, to relieve the pain on James' face.
James resisted the nausea caused by the violent contraction of his lower abdominal muscles, picked up a photo covering his face and took a look. The image of two naked men hugging each other flashed into his eyes.
The key is that the faces of the two people in the photo are very clear and can be identified at a glance.
His heart immediately sank to the deepest part of the Arctic Ocean, and whatever luck he had had disappeared in an instant.
But at the same time, his chaotic thoughts of anger and shame gradually calmed down.
James climbed up from the ground with difficulty, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped the dust on his face, and then sat on the chair opposite Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen was not in a hurry to speak, but looked at James' every move with a calm face and his usual smile.
There was no trace of pride on his face, nor was there any look of contempt or ridicule in his eyes. He was still smiling and calm as always, just like the countless experienced, polite and well-educated business negotiation opponents James had seen.
"Okay, since it's a negotiation, let's start." James thought.
At the same time, he did not want to stay in front of this person who he had never paid attention to before for even one second. After fighting in the mall for many years, he knew that the opponents who were not influenced by emotions were more terrifying and wanted more.
What's more, the performance of the man in front of him has subverted his inherent understanding of Chinese people.
The first is Zhou Wen’s power.
Yes, what frightened James was not the lightning-fast reactions and punches of this young but calm Chinese man, but the power brought by that fist - the kind of crazy aggressive power.
Moreover, this man was just sitting, without using the strength of his waist, abdomen and legs. He punched himself so casually that he almost lost consciousness.
James couldn't imagine that if this person was standing against him and received a punch from him, he might be beaten to death directly.
James couldn't imagine how this body, which didn't look very burly and powerful and was at most a well-proportioned Chinese, could possess such violent strength, as if every part of his body was made of steel.
Only those who have been punched by this man will know how hard his fist is.
James, who has always had a special preference for strength and muscles, has no reverie about Zhou Wen, only fear of unknown events.
Yes, James felt that the person in front of him was incredible and terrifying.
Moreover, this man also held his own.
So now, no matter what conditions Zhou Wen offers, as long as he can do it, as long as he can take back these photos, he is willing to agree.
He just wanted to deal with this matter as soon as possible and get out of this nightmare as soon as possible.
"Go on, tell me your conditions." James said harshly.
Zhou Wen smiled slightly and said: "First of all, we should get to know each other again and treat each other as an equal negotiating opponent with ourselves, right? Mr. James."
Zhou Wen is not in a hurry to tell his conditions, nor does he have to make James, a racist, identify with himself or the equal status of Chinese people in his heart. Zhou Wen doesn't care about this kind of pediatric face issue at all.
He just wants to firmly control the pace of this blackmail-filled negotiation in his own hands.
Hehe... If you want to beat me, I will fight with you. If you want to scold me, you will have to scold me. If you want to spend a few stinky money to settle the matter, I will hurriedly make conditions.
This is not my style.
I will tell you my conditions only when I feel it is appropriate.
But before that, let me talk to you a little bit, torture you mentally, and force you to the point where you have no way out, and that's when the showdown comes.
Because my master, what you are planning is very big!