"Ah Chao, I didn't bother you, did I! The first day I worked here, do you have any thoughts?"

Finding an opportunity, Brother Mark smiled and walked to Song Zhichao's side with Uncle Kun and Wang Defa.

Song Zhichao saw that it was him, so he said: "The feeling is ...... I haven't seen you for a day, Brother Mark, you seem to be a lot more beautiful. ”

Mark smiled, "I knew you could talk." But no matter how beautiful you are, you can't be more beautiful! Hairstyle is not to mention, your suit looks very chic...... Where to buy it, give me an address, I'll buy a set too!"

Song Zhichao glanced at Wu Bingkun beside Mark and said, "It's OK to ask Uncle Kun, he knows better than me." ”

Wu Bingkun whispered a few words to Mark, Mark showed a hint of surprise on his face, and then asked Song Zhichao: "This style was designed by yourself?" I couldn't help but look at Song Zhichao's suit twice, and then compare the double-breasted suit I was wearing, which looked particularly bloated compared to Song Zhichao's slim body.

"Whatever you design and play. Song Zhichao brought it over with a word, "By the way, Brother Mark, don't you mind if I change the booth?"

"Of course you don't mind! You help me earn a lot, it's too late for me to be happy!" Mark said, put a hand on Song Zhichao's shoulder, stared at Song Zhichao's eyes, and said, "I'm not mistaken, Ah Chao, you are a talent." ”

"Thank you, Mark, for the compliment. ”

"It's not that I'm praising you, it's that you have this kind of strength. Mark smiled, "I just don't know if you'll be able to handle Miss Fu tonight." ”

Song Zhichao also smiled, "If you don't try, how do you know if it will work." ”

"Hahaha, I love you for this, dare to try!" Mark's hand gently patted Song Zhichao's shoulder, "You said it, how can I cooperate?"

The corners of Song Zhichao's mouth curled: "It's simple, all you have to do is ---"

With a "bang", Song Zhichao raised his fist and hit Brother Mark in the face hard.

Mark was caught off guard and was punched to the ground and squatted, blood splattering from the corner of his mouth.

Uncle Kun and Wang Defa were all dumbfounded, they never thought that Song Zhichao would dare to be so bold and suddenly make a move on Brother Mark.

"What are you doing?"

"You're crazy!"

When the two came back to their senses, they were about to make a move on Song Zhichao.

At this time, I saw Song Zhichao move his wrist and said to them: "I'm really embarrassed! It turns out that Brother Mark doesn't understand the golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt, and the rumors are false! Don't be idle, hurry up and help Brother Mark to the hospital--- Brother Mark was injured and went to the hospital, so he can't receive Miss Fu here anymore, many people here have seen it, haven't they......"

Uncle Kun and Wang Defa were stunned.

Brother Mark, who was helped up, had already understood Song Zhichao's intentions, and wanted to laugh, but his face was convulsive.

"This punch is sharp, I like it! Everyone has seen that I am injured, of course I have to go to the hospital for an injury examination first! You are still stunned, of course you are going to the hospital with me! As for this, it will be handed over to Ah Chao to be fully responsible!"

Wu Bingkun and Wang Defa also understood.

Brother Mark and none of them are fit to be in the cabaret tonight.

After all, nominally, Brother Mark is still a worker of the Fu family. If you have a showdown with Miss Fu in person and want to take down the dance hall, it will be tantamount to turning your face with the Fu family, and it will inevitably not look good at that time.

As for Uncle Kun and Wang Defa, they can't even appear, their status is not as good as Brother Mark, and if Miss Fu gets mad, they will be the first to suffer.

In contrast, without Brother Mark and others, Song Zhichao can really monopolize the power and play with Miss Fu as a third party, as for how he deals with Miss Fu, this is Song Zhichao's own business.

Under the "witness" of many guests and waiters, the injured Brother Mark, with the support of Uncle Kun and Wang Defa, hurriedly left the dance hall and went out for medical treatment.

The dance hall was lively again, and the eyes of everyone looking at Song Zhichao became very strange. After all, he really hit Brother Mark just now, and beat Brother Mark to the point that he vomited blood in his mouth.

Wang Xiaofeng, Zeng Xiaohong, Pan Wenbin, Jiang Chao and others don't need to say it, with their brains, they can't understand why Mr. Song dares to KO the big boss, is it really a joke?

Zhou Dafu, the head of the art troupe, was even more speechless, even his boss dared to fight, this Song Zhichao was either an idiot or a madman.

Song Zhichao didn't mind treating others as crazy people at all, at this time he struck a match with a leisurely expression, lit a cigarette with his hand, glanced at the lively dance hall, and gently spit out a puff of cigarette.

Now, all he has to do is --- wait!

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, near Luohu Customs---

A black Santana car, with dim street lights, went straight to Panyu County.

In this era, the most common car in the mainland is Santana, and the advertising slogan "With Santana, you are not afraid to go all over the world" is even more popular.

In fact, in the following decades, Santana became the most popular model on the streets of China, with a market share of more than 60% in the domestic automobile market at its peak, and achieved a cumulative production and sales volume of nearly 4 million.

It can be said that in the early nineties, when the per capita monthly income was less than 200 yuan, a 200,000 Santana was no worse than the future Porsche.

But it is such a "luxury car", but at this time it is a very garbage model in the eyes of the driver.

As the four-person bodyguard and driver of Miss Fu in Hong Kong, Chen Biao, who is tall and has a cold face, has no good impression of this model. Accustomed to driving the most common BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, Bentley, for this kind of low-profile Santana, Chen Biao always feels like a rough country woman lying on the bed, and can't raise the slightest interest in riding a horse. Whether it is the simplicity of the control room, the feel of the gear lever, or the weakness of the car's power, there is nothing that satisfies him.

Chen Biao drove the car, frowning, sitting in the passenger seat with a middle parted head, and wearing myopia glasses, "Master Su" also frowned, but he frowned because the master sitting in the back--- Miss Fu Qingqing.

Not long ago, Master Su had already called that Mark, meaning to ask Mark to get ready, so that he could greet Miss Fu in a grand manner. But I called three or four times, but I didn't get through. Later, Master Su was annoyed but used another phone to call again, and this time it was through, but before Master Su reported his name, the other party suddenly hung up again.

This was unimaginable before.

You must know that Miss Fu is the person designated by the Fu family to be in charge of all the business of Pan Yu. In the past, as long as the Mark boy heard that it was Miss Fu's call, he immediately stammered, and if Miss Fu was a little unhappy, he would run over with a lot of fart, but now......

"This Mark boy has become bolder!" Master Su couldn't help muttering in his heart, and then glanced at Miss Fu's face, and the hanging heart in his heart hung again.

On the back seat of the car, Fu Qingli, who was dressed in a women's professional suit, looked very dignified, to be precise, very cold.

In terms of appearance, she is definitely a rare beauty, with willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, Qiong nose and cherry mouth, typical melon seed face, face like Fu powder, skin like condensation, and the edification of the big family, so that she naturally exudes an aristocratic and elegant temperament. It's just that at this moment, her phoenix eyes are full of anger, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes give people a kind of fierce power.

"Haven't you got the call yet?"

"---" Master Su helped his myopic glasses and hurriedly replied.

"What about Diao Jiahua, did he call?"

"If you fight, no one will pick it up!" Master Su felt that the storm was coming, and grabbed his middle head with his hand a little timidly.

Fu Qingqing slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and took a deep breath---

Master Su could feel that her aura was slowly getting bigger, and she was about to explode.

Even Chen Biao, who was driving, also felt it, and he also held his breath, waiting for the moment when the earth-shattering attack came.

That's when ----

Doodle, doot!

The big brother's phone next to Master Su rang.

Master Su glanced at the phone number, turned back sharply and said to Fu Qingqing, "Miss, it's Mark Tsai calling." ”

Fu Qingqing opened his phoenix eyes.

Master Su hurriedly answered the phone, "What's the matter, Mark, do you know that today is the day? I'll call you a few times, and you will turn off the phone?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Master Su severely reprimanded Mark in a bad tone.

That's when someone over there spoke, "I'm sorry, I'm not Mark, I'm Wu Bingkun, the personnel manager of the dance hall." ”

"Mark is injured and hospitalized, let me call you to tell you that he can't go to greet Miss Fu, it's really sorry, let me be sure to convey his apologies......"

Master Su's face was red and green, "What do you mean by being right? Now that the eldest lady is in the car, what is there for him to say directly to the eldest lady, don't hide!"

Over there, Wu Bingkun said vigorously, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Master Su still wanted to get angry, but he said that the doctor was here and it was inconvenient to continue the call, so he said "I'm sorry" again, and then hung up the phone directly.

Master Su was stunned and took the big brother, when did these mainlanders become bolder, and dared to hang up their phones one after another.

"Ahem, Miss, Mark said he couldn't pick you up because of something...... Look, are we going to find a place to rest first, or are we going straight to the ballroom?"

Fu Qingqing's cherry lips opened lightly, and his attitude was resolute: "Go to the dance hall!"