Fine dining restaurant---

"And me!" a voice came from the doorway.

Upon hearing this, Allah was furious, you know, for the sake of tonight's talks. He had chartered the entire restaurant--- but now, someone had rushed in, what were those janitors doing!

The person in charge of tonight's important dinner is Victor.

Victor didn't expect someone to break in suddenly--- you know, he did a good job, and told the people outside not to let anyone in, but now......

Victor looked embarrassed, and hurriedly said to the Sekerau beside him, "Dear Sekelau, please go over and have a look." ”

Sai Kelao is a rough brain, and he didn't think about it that much, so he got up and walked over to check.

But before he could walk over, he saw a man coming from the door, tall and chic.

Wait until you see who is coming---

"Why are you?" said Sekelau, surprised.

"yes, why are you?" Victor also opened his mouth wide.

"Song Zhichao, is that you?" Arah saw the person clearly, he looked like a dog--- no wonder he felt that the voice was very familiar just now, it turned out to be this guy.

I only saw him this morning, but I didn't expect to see him again now, this Song Zhichao is really unsettled!

Compared with the horror of the three Arach father and son, Angrev seemed very calm, he bit his cigar cigarette, but beckoned to Song Zhichao: "Hi, dear Song, I'm here!"

Song Zhichao also greeted him and said, "Hello, old friend!"

Friends?

Do they know?

This thought immediately crossed Alah's mind.

Victor asked Song Zhichao directly: "How did you get in?"

Song Zhichao shrugged: "Oh, I almost forgot, this restaurant was chartered by you, so I told them that I was a guest you invited." ”

Victor: "......"

Is that okay?

As if he heard Victor's heart, Song Zhichao smiled: "Of course this won't work--- so I forced my way in...... A lot of people is easy to do, especially the people I brought are very strong. ”

Now Victor understands, it turns out that the people who arranged themselves at the door are beaten down, and the --- who broke in is too arrogant!

After hearing this, the first thing that couldn't bear it was the big old man and the rough Sai Kelao, who was impulsive, and wanted to pounce on Song Zhichao, but at this time, a lion-like man stood in front of him.

Sekelau glared at the comer.

The men glared at him and refused to give in to each other.

"Okay, Ah Jin, haven't you had enough fun just now? We are guests, so we need to be polite. Song Zhichao said with a smile.

Hearing Song Zhichao say this, the man named Ah Jin licked his fist fiercely--- his fist was stained with blood, needless to say, it was contaminated when he killed those guards at the door just now.

"Sekelau, you're back too!" said Arach this time.

Saikelau's face was full of hideousness, he really wanted to fight with this rampant guy called "Ah Jin", but he had to listen to his father's words, so he could only stare at the Ah Jin viciously with murderous eyes, and then he retreated and sat down again, but his eyes never left the Ah Jin--- eyes full of hostility and murderous intent stared at each other.

Song Zhichao didn't care about the situation in front of him, took off his black windbreaker stained with snowflakes--- damn it, it was snowing outside again, Song Zhichao hated this kind of weather, if possible, he would rather stay in the hotel room and sleep around the wall-hung stove.

Song Zhichao handed the windbreaker he took off to Ah Jin beside him.

Ah Jin folded the windbreaker, put it on the forearm of his left hand, and then stood behind Song Zhichao respectfully.

Song Zhichao, who took off his windbreaker, looked particularly refreshing and neat, he walked to the dining table with a smile, hooked a chair with his feet, sat down uninvited, and then glanced at Alah and the others, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't disturb you, right?"

Allah smiled, "No, how could it be---- we have a pretty big fate, we just met in the morning, and now we meet again." ”

"That's true--- my favorite thing to do as a person is to cut off my beard...... It's the same with hunting, it's the same with trading. ”

"Oh, could it be that Mr. Song is also interested in this scroll of drawings?"

"I'm not interested, I'm very interested!" Song Zhichao picked up an unused dinner fork, forked a piece of cantaloupe very casually, put it to his mouth and took a bite, and then said: "After all, everyone has a lot of money, and no one will have trouble with money, right?"

"Hahaha! looks like you have a good appetite!" said Alach.

"Each other!" Song Zhichao said with a smile, "What's more, Comrade Angrev and I are still old acquaintances--- it is beneficial, of course he will think of me!"

Allah: "......"

His son Victor hurriedly possessed him and whispered in his ear, to the effect that this Anglev had done a business with a Chinese surnamed Song, exchanging airplanes for Chinese daily necessities, and had made great contributions to this--- and it was likely that the Chinese was Song Zhichao.

Alah is not a brainless person, and as soon as he scrutinized, he understood, and couldn't help but glance at Angrev and then at Song Zhichao.

"Don't guess, dear Lord Allah, the Chinese with whom I do the business of exchanging goods is him--- dear Song!" Angrev said quite crisply, straight to the point.

"Hahaha! It turns out that you are really old friends--- no wonder dear Angrev you are so fearless. Allah sarcastically said.

"Of course, you have to consider good friends first to do business, not to mention that dear Song can also afford the price. "Angrev looks like he is only interested in profit.

Alach disdainfully, "It's only a billion dollars--- he can take it, I can take it!"

"Hehe, I'm sorry, just now it was a billion, and now it's 1500--- it's 1.5 billion!" said Anglev with another slap.

"What?" said Allah, in astonishment.

"Damn it, sit on the ground and get the price?" said Victor angrily.

"Hmph, money-grubbing fellow, believe it or not I skinned you!" Secreo threatened.

Looking at the angry father and son, Angrev gently extinguished the cigar cigarette in the ashtray like a nobody, and then raised his head and said: "Good goods are not afraid of high prices!" Turning his face to look at Song Zhichao: "Dear, 1.5 billion, do you want it?"

Song Zhichao used a fork to prick a purple grape accurately, tied it and put it to his mouth: "It's so sweet--- I want it!"

Seeing Song Zhichao and Angrev as if no one was making a deal next to them, Allah couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out from his seat: "You really don't exist for me?" and then pointed at Song Zhichao's nose and said: "You, even if you are really swallowed--- I want you to spit it out!"

"Oh, yes, meet your request!" Song Zhichao opened his mouth, poofed, spit out a grape seed, spit it on the dinner plate, handed it to Alah, and said, "Give it to you!"

Allah: "......"

This time, he was completely enraged by Song Zhichao's contemptuous provocation.