After praising two of his subordinates---

The fat man pointed to the head that was blown up, squatted down and said to the long-haired man, "See, you did a good job!"

The long-haired man glared at him and said nothing.

"Hey, hey, you're quite confident! Why, do you still think you're the former Prince Nie, Nie Weijun?

"Still glaring at me? Do you think I don't dare to do anything to you? Hehe, Lao Tzu really won't send you to the police station--- that's too cheap for you, who doesn't know that my fat third master likes to torture people the most, don't you really want face, today the fat third master will wash your face in front of everyone---"

As he spoke, he saw that the fat three was about to untie his belt, and it was obvious that he was going to pee to wash the face of the long-haired man.

At this time, "Fat three, stop!" a voice said.

Song Zhichao looked at everyone together, and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking not far away.

Holding his arm was a charming-looking woman with long eyelashes, big eyes, and rosy lips, wearing a long blue floral dress by Chanel, exuding a seductive atmosphere.

Seeing the comer, the long-haired man, who was still unruly, suddenly stopped struggling or moving, just staring at the man and woman approaching in front of him with his eyes.

The man took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his nose very arrogantly, and spoke, speaking in a contemptuous tone: "Fat San, how can you do this? The bad guy is also surnamed Nie, and he is the once famous prince of Zhonghai--- you do this, how can the family have the face to live in the world in the future?"

The man called "Fat Three" seemed to be a little afraid of the man in the suit, so he nodded and said: "Long Shao, you didn't see it just now, this kid dared to blow my head with a beer bottle in the hotel--- so my Fat San is also a figure with a head and face in Zhonghai, with five hotels, three karaoke, and ......."

The man in the suit frowned slightly.

Fat San hurriedly flattered: "Of course, my little asset can't be compared with you...... You are the general agent of Zhonghai Motormotor, as well as Nokia and other mobile phones, a mobile phone can be sold for 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and the Long family is even more ---"

"Are you talking a little too much?" said the man in the suit unhappily.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Fat San slapped his mouth and sneered.

The man in the suit turned his face, his originally arrogant expression instantly became much gentler, and he said to the woman in the blue dress, "Fluttershy, I know that you used to be his girlfriend, and you should sympathize with him, but this time he offended Fat San and hit Fat San's head, if I just let him go, I can't say it......"

The woman in the blue dress glanced at the long-haired man who was pressed and kneeling on the ground, and her bewitching face pretended to be pitiful, and said: "He was a little impulsive just now, but I was wrong, I shouldn't laugh at and ridicule him, these are all my faults, please open the net!"

"Hehe!" the man in the suit smiled, "You didn't do anything wrong, you don't need to apologize--- you ridiculed him for being unproductive, living like a dog, sarcastically mocking him for having no money, and ruining his ancestral business, these words are true! He Nie Weidong is this kind of loser, the second ancestor! Otherwise, their Nie family's business will not be swallowed by our Long family, and you will not be snatched by me and be my girlfriend!" After the man in the suit finished speaking, he glanced at Nie Weidong, the long-hair---ed man who was staring at him and his eyes were about to spew fire, and sneered: " That's right, it was I Long Jianfei who set up a trap to make you put all your family property on the stock market, make you lose everything, and make you bankrupt, the reason is very simple--- I hate you!"

"Long Jianfei, I, Nie Weidong, treat you as my own brother, but you frame me like this, do you still have a conscience?" Nie Weidong said angrily, struggling to stand up, but he was pressed by death and couldn't move.

Nie Weidong bit his lip and glared at Long Jianfei angrily.

Long Jianfei said "tsk" in his mouth, turned his head and said to the woman in the blue dress: "Fluttershy, have you seen it, this is your former boyfriend, Young Master Nie--- how do you look more and more like a dog!"

When the woman in the blue dress heard this, she no longer had the pitiful appearance of Chu Chu just now, and looked at Nie Weidong with contempt in her eyes: "Hey, listening to you say this, it's really like oh--- I really don't know how I followed him before!"

Nie Weidong was furious: "Deng Caidie! You are a despicable and shameless woman! You betrayed me, if you hadn't told the news of our Nie family to this surnamed Long, our Nie family would not have lost!"

Deng Caidie pursed her lips: "Don't put this basin on my head--- it's not that you fell in love with me at the beginning, you and I are Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai--- one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer!"

"Deng Caidie, you woman who loves vanity and has a heart like a snake and scorpion, if I, Nie Weidong, turn over in the future, I will definitely make you die a good death!" Nie Weidong, who was pressed to the ground, was stunned.

"Turn over, what are you turning over? Look at what you look like now, you don't pee and look like yourself!" Deng Caidie hugged her arms and scolded indiscriminately, scolding Zhonghai dialect, mean, and vicious.

After scolding, Deng Caidie fanned the wind with her hand and said to Long Jianfei beside him: "Long Shao, hurry up and solve him, I'm a little hungry--- I only ate a few bites of the Western steak just now." "A little pitiful.

Long Jianfei stretched out his hand and pinched her nose lovingly, "You woman, you're quite edible--- what's the matter, I haven't fed you in the hotel room?"

"You're necrotic!"

The two flirted and scolded in front of Nie Weidong, which made Nie Weidong even more unbearable, and shouted, "What do you want?"

Long Jianfei turned his head at this time, glanced at Nie Weidong contemptuously, and then said to the fat third who was talking to him: "Have you heard of the Code of Hammurabi?

Fat San smiled, "Long Shao is right--- this is called a high trick! Come on, find me a beer bottle, I will return it three times! See if his head is hard or this bottle is hard, hehe!"

The people who were watching the excitement around generally understood what had happened at the moment, and couldn't help but point fingers at the parties: "It's too ruthless, someone has robbed the family property, robbed the girlfriend, and now it's going to be shot in the head!"

"Yes, isn't this a society governed by the rule of law, why hasn't anyone called the police?"

"Shhh

"What, that's amazing?"

"Of course, they are the bigwigs of the communications industry, with assets of tens of billions!"

Those who don't know the details are surprised to close their mouths--- with tens of billions of assets? God, what is that concept?

Just when everyone was talking, Fat San's people had already found a wine bottle, Fat San took the bottle, and in front of everyone, he gestured towards Nie Weidong's head, who was pressed and kneeling on the ground.

"Look, look at how I blow your scoop!" the fat trio grinned and raised the bottle high.

The people around couldn't bear to look at it and turned their heads one after another.

Seeing that the wine bottle was about to fall hard, a clear voice said, "Wait!"

"Uh---"

Who is it that dares to obstruct the third master?

I couldn't help it, and the fat three followed the prestige.

Long Jianfei and Deng Caidie also looked over.

I saw that in the crowd, the young man who was originally knocked down by Nie Weidong stood up, and then said with a smile: "You killed him, who will pay for my bicycle?" After speaking, he pointed to the car that was knocked to the ground and the front wheel was a little crooked, looking serious and sincere.

Fat San is angry, Nima, what time is it, you are still thinking about your bicycle?