It was getting dark, and I arrived at the hotel.

Mr. Chen also went downstairs to cook for his son and himself.

When he had just left the hospital door.

Squeak!

A car stopped in front of him.

Then the car door opened, and two people got down and dragged him directly to the car.

"Hey, what are you doing, let go of me!"

"Boom!"

One of them punched him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious, and then dragged him directly to the car, which then closed the door and drove away.

Ten minutes later.

In a cold, damp room.

Mr. Chen sat on an equally cold wooden chair.

Jing Si'er walked over and put his hands on his shoulders, and Mr. Chen couldn't help but shudder.

Jing Si'er looked at him with a smile and asked, "Are you scared?"

Mr. Chen is not as confident as before.

"You, what the hell are you trying to do?" his lips quivered slightly, as if he was afraid.

"Hehe, are you a little amnesia, or Alzheimer's?"

As soon as Jing Si'er finished asking this sentence, Dapeng on the side directly picked up an empty beer bottle from the ground, slammed it on, and smashed it on Mr. Chen's head, the wine bottle shattered, and the fragments flew up.

Mr. Chen's head suddenly bled profusely.

At this time, Dapeng pointed at Mr. Chen and said, "Don't you know best what we want and what we want?"

"We are a mixed society. But if you force us to do it, it's also a matter of pinching and grasping, think about it, you still have a little mistress outside, you die, she has to let someone else get into her bed. Tsk, I feel sorry for you when I think about it!"

Jing Si'er gently patted the glass ballast on his forehead for him, shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, really, we don't mean to kill you, but you have to go to the Tao yourself, what's the matter, it's not over yet, is it?"

"I haven't looked for you yet, so you're going to fight me to the death?" I ask you, can you beat me?"

Jing Si'er leaned his face in front of Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen was silent, blood dripping down his cheeks, and he drooped his head as if he was thinking about a problem.

After a few minutes, he looked up at Jing Si'er and said, "Mr. Jing, I admit it! The factory, I will sell it to you, but you must give me three million, my factory, just to build a factory, there are more than two million, this, you know better than me." ”

Jing Si'er smiled and said, "That's no problem, three million is not a big amount, as long as it is valuable!"

Dapeng went over and patted him on the cheek, "You old boy, if you were so happy earlier, you wouldn't be like this!"

Mr. Chen's throat slid a little, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said, "I know, I can't fight you people." ”

"Hehe, you're wrong!" Jing Si'er smiled at him, "It's you, you don't have this qualification at all!"

"Yes, I don't have this qualification, I know, I'm not a person with you, I've never been a person, I have a wife, I have children, I have to live a stable life. ”

"That's right, Mr. Chen, three million, a lot. But I still have to give you an IOU, because now I can only get you a million!"

Jing Si'er said with a smile.

Brush!

Mr. Chen looked at Jing Si'er, "Mr. Jing, this is really not good, three million is already my bottom line......!"

"I told you, it's to give you an IOU, not to give it to you! Just rely on the word "Longfu"! Do you think it's not worth two million!"

Jing Si'er had empty eyes, and looked at Mr. Chen with a clear face.

Mr. Chen took a deep breath, then drooped his head and said, "Okay, I promise you......"

"Hey, that's good! Don't worry, we won't just ignore your son's injury! Go back and pay you an extra 50,000 yuan, even if it's your son's medical expenses!"

"As for your worker, I can only say that he doesn't have long eyes, he deserves it! He can't earn 2,000 yuan a month, and he still plays with this life, not a fool, what is it?"

Jing Si'er looked at Mr. Chen and asked.

"Yes, yes......"

Mr. Chen licked his lips and stopped talking.

The cold environment on the scene made him feel a chill in his back as soon as he came in, and he knew that with his courage, he couldn't fight these people at all.

Before, he wanted to give it a try, but when he really put himself in his shoes, he realized the gap between himself and these people.

He is just a businessman, at best, a businessman who knows a few Taoists, and he has always been with these people who lick blood with knives, not all the way, from the beginning, they were not all the way.

Jing Si'er saw that Mr. Chen was frightened like this, so he smiled and said, "Actually, Mr. Chen, you are a smart person." We didn't use anything we had prepared. ”

As he spoke, Dapeng took a leather suitcase, and after opening it, it was filled with clips, iron nails and other things.

"This?!"

Mr. Chen stared at Jing Si'er with beads in his eyes.

"These, they were originally meant to be greeted by you, your old boy is very interesting, so naturally these are useless!"

Roc spoke, closing the suitcase again.

At this time, a cold sweat broke out on Chen's head again, fortunately he was instigated, if he hadn't been scared at the beginning, then these things would not have been greeted by him.

How could he stand it?

Mr. Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a look of horror and fear.

"Mr. Jing, I want to ask you a question?" At this time, Mr. Chen looked at Jing Si'er and asked.

Jing Si'er looked at him and just smiled, "Ask." ”

"Your goal is not just these few places in the industrial zone, right?"

Jing Si'er nodded and said, "Of course, as long as we take down the industrial zone, even if we take down most of it, we will be sure that we will take down all the projects in Jiangdong! When we make money, let alone give you three million, even add another one million to you, it's just a trivial matter, understand!"

"You guys, you're so ambitious......"

Mr. Chen looked at Jing Si'er with a frightened expression.

"Hehe, there's no way, follow Liu Jiachuang, you can't keep a low profile!" Jing Si'er said with a smile.

Immediately, Jing Si'er waved his hand at Dapeng and said, "Dapeng, send Mr. Chen back, I think Mr. Chen should also take a bath and rest." ”

"Mr. Jing!" Mr. Chen asked again.

"Say, today, whatever you ask, I will answer you, as long as I know and can answer you. Jing Si'er smiled faintly.

"I heard that you and the president of the dynasty were friends before, or were you young?"

"Well, that's right. When Jing Si'er heard this, she was stunned at first, and then nodded with a smile.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"In the territory of Jiangdong, there can only be one king in the end! Two tigers will fight each other, and there will be an injury!"

"Huh. ”

Jing Si'er smiled and patted Mr. Chen's shoulder, "This, it's not something you should think about!"

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