Fat San's voice is very leading.

The people around him who speculated in stocks didn't notice Nie Weidong at first, but when they heard Fat San say this, they all looked at it.

To say that this Nie Weidong is also a "celebrity" on the China Overseas stock market--- he can go bankrupt and lose hundreds of millions of assets, which is definitely something that many people can't think of.

Therefore, the big guys all stared at Nie Weidong with wide eyes.

"Ah, is this really that ruined son Nie Dashao!" a sharp-beaked monkey cheek said in surprise.

"yes, he's not dead yet!" said a big-shouldered round man in surprise.

"Not only is he not dead, but he is alive and well!" a rosacea scoffed.

"If it were me, I wouldn't have the face to live!" said a bearded man disdainfully.

Listening to these gossips, Nie Weidong's face immediately turned red, and the whole person was ashamed, eager to find a hole to get into.

Seeing this, the fat three were even more proud, crooked his neck, shook his legs, wore a big gold chain, and gnawed on chicken legs in his mouth, looking like he was underbeaten. This time, he didn't bring any bodyguards with him, but a woman with fiery red hair and heavy makeup who looked like a turkey.

When the fat third saw Nie Weidong turn his head, he spit out the chicken bones chewed out of his mouth on Nie Weidong's face with a puff, looking extremely arrogant.

Nie Weidong: "......"

His fists were clenched, and he was used to being bullied for many years.

That's when —

Boom!

A cup of soy milk was spilled on Fat San's body.

"Damn, who's it, looking for death!" Fat San jumped up.

The soy milk was very hot, and he bared his teeth when it was hot.

Look at the T-shirt on his chest again, and it gets wet.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a dog barking just now, and when my hand shook, this soy milk was splashed on you. A voice said mildly.

Fat three: "......"

He took a small eye and glared at the man.

Familiar --- acquaintance, it turned out to be him!

Fat San recognized Song Zhichao, looked at Nie Weidong with a stunned face, and said in his heart, they are a group.

"You see, I didn't mean to--- I'm afraid of dogs, especially when I hear them bark. Song Zhichao spread his hands and said helplessly.

It's not intentional, the devil believes it!

And what kind of dog, it's not turning around and scolding me!

Although Fat San is not very smart, he is not stupid either, and he immediately understood that Song Zhichao was avenging Nie Weidong.

I have to hold back, this kid is obviously using the agitation method to stimulate me--- the two of them, I am alone, and I didn't bring out the bodyguards, if I really make a move, I will suffer.

The fat three little eyes rolled and waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't care about villains." "I'm going to take my girlfriend in.

Song Zhichao stopped him again: "How can you forget it, our matter hasn't been solved yet." ”

Fat San: "Didn't I say it, I don't care about you." He took the tissue from his girlfriend and wiped the stained T-shirt.

"Oh, you don't understand what I mean, it's your business that you don't care about me, but what about my soy milk, you have to pay me!"

Fat three: "......"

The whole person was confused.

Who has ever seen such a shameless person.

Who taught this kind of child, it is too anti-human--- you soiled my clothes and burned me, I don't care about you, even if you still ask for your soy milk? Is there any reason to talk about in this world!

Fat San clenched his fists and glared at Song Zhichao angrily: "What did you say?" His eyes were about to burst into flames.

Song Zhichao threw away the pancake fruit in his hand, took out a small Swiss Army knife, turned on the nail clipper function, sharpened his nails, and said to the fat man with a smile: "I speak Chinese, don't you understand?"

Fat three: "......"

Glancing at the knife, he froze.

"What are you going to do?" Fat San breathed.

Song Zhichao blew his nails and said with a smile: "Of course I will pay for it." ”

"Hmph!" Fat San swallowed his anger, took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it over, "Pick it up, poor ghost!" He thought that Song Zhichao was the same as Nie Weidong, he was poor.

Song Zhichao smiled, glanced at the ten yuan that fell on the ground, didn't pick it up, but said to Fat San with a smile: "When did I say that I want you to lose money?"

Fat three: "......"

was about to be forced to cry by Song Zhichao.

"What do you mean?"

"Of course, I made you pay for my soy milk. ”

Fat three: "......"

I feel that the other party is no longer shameless, but shameless!

Song Zhichao snapped, opened the Swiss knife, looked at the sharp blade, and said to Fat San with a smile: "This is what I brought from Hong Kong, and it is very sharp--- and it can be broken." ”

Fat three: "......"

He didn't believe that Song Zhichao had been to Hong Kong, but he believed that the knife was really sharp.

Swallowing hard, the fat three mustered up his courage: "Are you a threat?"

Song Zhichao blinked, and then handed the knife into Nie Weidong's hand, "I didn't threaten you, now he is holding the knife---Oh yes, it seems that last time you kicked him in the nose and bled out, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years...... Of course, the sooner the better. ”

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong.

Fat San also looked at Nie Weidong.

Nie Weidong: "......"

How did you become a threat all of a sudden?

But as soon as Song Zhichao mentioned that his nose was kicked and bleeding last time, Nie Weidong's face immediately changed.

Fat San also changed his face, and immediately softened: "Hero--- what do you want?" looked at Song Zhichao pitifully.

He kind of understood, Song Zhichao is the master here, and Nie Weidong is just a decoration.

Song Zhichao smiled, pointed at Nie Weidong, and said to Fat San: "Simple, you apologize to him!"

......

--- in the hall of the stock exchange

The crowds are crowded and the crowds are surging.

"I wasn't scared just now, I didn't think it was worth it, what if that dead fat man called the police? Nie Weidong avoided those acquaintances who pointed at him, and explained to Song Zhichao the reason why he only let Fat San casually say "I'm sorry" just now and let him go.

"I'm a person, I still think about the overall situation--- everything is based on the overall situation. Nie Weidong continued to explain.

Song Zhichao glanced at the stock index display board in the trading hall and said to Nie Weidong: "I don't like to use violence very much--- but if you can gain the respect of the enemy by using violence, you might as well give it a try." ”

Nie Weidong: "......"

looked at Song Zhichao with a side face.

Song Zhichao continued to look at the stock index display board, "What, you don't agree? As a man, there are only two ways to gain the respect of the enemy, first, money, which is enough to crush the other party's economic strength, and the second is violence, which one do you have enough to destroy the other party--- Song Zhichao turned his head and looked at Nie Weidong coldly.

Nie Weidong was silent.

For the first time, he realized that he was so self-deceiving, so useless!

......

In my mind, I kept imagining what I looked like when I was a big boy in Zhonghai, squirrel, prodigal, and uninhibited...... After being down, he suffered humiliation, was collected for debts, chased and beaten by others, and was insulted.

His bones were not broken, but his will was broken.

His blood did not dry up, but his fighting spirit dried up.

Now, Song Zhichao finally gave himself a chance to turn over, but he still pushed back--- because he was afraid, because he was timid, and because he had lost for too long.

Is it true that I have been like this for the rest of my life?

What about Nie Dashao, who was high-spirited and reprimanded?

Nie Weidong took a deep breath, and his blood was boiling in an instant.

He felt like he was --- resurrected!

was activated by Song Zhichao.

With words, with actions, with friendship.

......

Nie Weidong suddenly moved to tie up his long shawl hair, which he thought was chic and handsome, revealing a well-defined face.

His originally dull eyes flashed, and he asked Song Zhichao, "How to buy it?"

Song Zhichao glanced at him, seemed to feel his transformation, and said with a smile: "The money is in your hands, how to buy you is in charge." ”

Nie Weidong smiled--- smiled proudly.

Since you have taken 10 million, of course you have to be a big one.

Immediately, Nie Weidong strode forward, no longer hiding from those acquaintances who were pointing at him and sarcastically ridiculing him, but instead caught up with him and said loudly: "I, Nie Da Shao, are back again!"

Everyone, dumbfounded.