Half an hour later, the eastern suburbs.

Outside the door of a hotel, a Mercedes-Benz business stopped at the door.

"Youshuo, wait for me here, if I don't come out in twenty minutes, you can leave quickly!" Da Chuang ordered Youshuo.

"What's wrong Brother Chuang, what do you mean, are you still having a Hongmen banquet?" Youshuo turned his head and asked.

"Just remember what I said!" Da Chuang said, pulling the car door and jumping out of the car.

"Brother Chuang, be careful!" Yushuo finished and blew a mouthful of bubble gum.

"!"

Da Chuang didn't even see how much this kid seemed to care about himself......

In the lobby of the hotel, a place of déjà vu, familiar people. It's just that this time, there is no Nie Yuandong among the people who met Da Chuang.

Da Chuang sat opposite the little landlord, at this time the little landlord chewed the big red dates in the bowl in front of him, rattling, looking at Da Chuang with a pair of empty eyes, and said: "This time I let you come over again, are you the spokesperson?"

"Hehe, endorsement, you have to speak to be effective!" Da Chuang said quietly.

". The little landlord smiled and said, "You look for me, I know what is the matter, in fact, whoever comes, it is the same." Let's not fight and don't know each other, it's not an exaggeration to say that friends, originally, there are no permanent friends on the rivers and lakes, only permanent interests, shake hands with you today, and use knives with you tomorrow, who can say this, do you say no?"

Da Chuang smiled slightly: "Brother Zhou speaks, it is quite profound. ”

The little landlord shook his hand and said: "What JB depth is not deep, what I am talking about is the truth, and Tong Baoqi's matter, Brother Guang told me, it has nothing to do with you, and Deng Qian has also explained to us, this matter is changed to Brother Guang, it is estimated that he will have to do this, who dares to keep up with the hard top, no, the small life is not going to live? After the little landlord finished speaking, he bowed his head with deep meaning.

Da Chuang smiled again, and then said, "Brother Zhou, I'm looking for you, don't talk about anything else, just talk about some serious things." ”

"Oh, hehe, you say!" said the little landlord Yile, leaning back in his chair.

"Brother Zhou, Jiangdong is the world that Mr. Deng single-handedly conquered, this is undeniable, right?" Da Chuang asked.

The little landlord nodded: "That's right, go on." The little landlord's face always had a smile on his face, which looked calm and atmospheric, but at the same time, it was more treacherous.

"Hmm. In this case, Zijian's Tiger Roar Slow Shake Bar was sealed, and later, Brother Qian planned to build a supermarket there in the name of Dynasty Industry. Da Chuang was talking nonsense casually, and while he was talking, his two eyes ignored the eyes of the small landlord at all times.

After hearing this, the little landlord's expression did not change at all, and then he stretched out his hand to Da Chuang and said, "You go on." ”

Da Chuang smiled: "We are friends, so these words have to be said in advance, so as not to hurt the harmony later." ”

The little landlord waved his hand and said, "Okay, you don't need to say it, I see that you have heard that we are going to buy that piece of land, right?" Deng Qian's ears were really long enough. ”

"Brother Zhou and Brother Guang are in the eastern suburbs, their family is big, I think you won't look at such a small place, those are all hearsay, I just came here to verify it. Brother Zhou, don't take it to heart. Da Chuang said with a slight smile.

"Let's put it this way, when you came to our eastern suburbs to plant a flag, I didn't say anything, right, why can't we do some business in the city in our eastern suburbs now?" the small landlord asked Da Chuang with a frown.

"Business, you can do it, but where can you do it?" asked Da Chuang with a raised eyebrow.

"Zijian can shake slowly there, then why can't we?" said the little landlord, pointing to the table.

"But Zijian is dead!" Da Chuang said in a hard voice.

“...... , what do you mean?" the little landlord suddenly frowned and asked as he looked at Da Chuang.

"Huh. Brother Zhou. There is no intention of not letting you in, and Jiangdong is not the only one in the imperial dynasty, but the land of Zijian's Tiger Roar is really something we have been optimistic about before. Da Chuang's tone of voice was always tepid, not mixed with too much emotion.

"But what if we just like that?" asked the little landlord, step by step.

Da Chuang said without thinking about it: "Brother Zhou, I know the incident with the western suburbs, which makes you feel unhappy, in this way, if you have any requirements, just mention it, I will explain to Brother Qian when I go back, as long as we can do it, then we must do our best, as for the land where the tiger roars and shakes slowly......"

"Da Chuang, I found out that you are a little inflated now?" The little landlord didn't wait for Da Chuang to finish, and then pulled his head and said.

"Oh, what do you say!" Da Chuang asked.

"I take you seriously now, and I can sit here and talk to you, but if I don't take you seriously, I will lift my ass and leave, and you have no way at all! There is nothing to talk about, and I have to pout your face!" When the little landlord said this, he began to talk about it.

But Da Chuang's expression has not changed significantly since he came in, even after hearing the words of the little landlord, he still said very indifferently: "Brother Zhou, what do you mean by this, you just don't want to talk about it?"

The little landlord slapped the table vigorously and said: I'm talking about a JB, Liu Jiachuang, don't forget that this is a in the eastern suburbs!

"Huh. Da Chuang bit his lip and laughed dryly, then picked up the cutlery fork on the table and slammed it into the hand that the little landlord slapped on the table.

"Ah......" The little landlord's hand was pierced by the fork, and his palm was nailed to the table, and he screamed in pain, and his other hand slapped the table with pain.

At the same time, with a hula, more than a dozen men of five big and three thick came out from all around, one by one, with their eyes on their heads, and shouted at Da Chuang: "Grass mud horse, let him go!"

"Nyima's! Let go of Brother Zhou!"

......

While grabbing the head of the small landlord, Da Chuang pulled out his fork and put it on the neck of the small landlord.

"Grass mud horse, let him go!" At this time, the dozen or so people had already surrounded Da Chuang.

At this time, the little landlord was so painful that his facial features were distorted, and he gasped and said to Da Chuang: "Are you crazy, you have to lie down and get out of here if you move me!"

"If one of us can stand and go out, that's me! Sometimes I don't understand something, I have to use a knife, I don't want to, but I can't help it! You force it!" Da Chuang said, the fork in his hand squeezed hard.

"Nyima, is Lao Tzu scared?" The little landlord is an old bastard after all, even if he is held against him with a fork, at least his expression has not changed.

"Brother Zhou, I know you're not afraid, but your family definitely doesn't want you to have an accident!" Da Chuang said sonorously.

“...... Nyima, threaten me?!" The little landlord asked angrily with a pair of bull's eyes widened.