In this matter, the Golden Sect exerted his strength, but he did not directly find his own horse, but found Zhang Zhendong in Xicheng, after all, he was once the eldest brother of one party, Zhang Zhendong agreed to this matter very face-to-face, and was ready to send someone to negotiate with Li Zhiwen.

Li Zhiwen's side also had some difficulties, because they didn't understand the negotiation at all, they were all people with a lot of anger, and it was very likely that the matter would be intensified, and finally Zhou Dayong, who seemed to be very normal recently, took the initiative to ask for help, so Li Zhiwen's side launched a heated discussion, but finally agreed to this decision.

Zhou Dayong put on a suit that day and put on round sunglasses from the fortune-telling time, which was quite a bit of a wind and a cold water, and the tragic artistic conception of the strong man who was gone and never returned, left everyone with a disappearing back.

Everyone looked at Zhou Dayong's distant back, and couldn't help but drum in their hearts. Yida shook his head and said: "It's really a person who relies on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and a blind fortune teller has become an expert negotiator." ”

Liang Jiajia asked with some drumming: "Brother Wen, can this be done?"

Li Zhiwen was also unsure at the moment: "Resign yourself to fate, doesn't he also have mental illness, you can see if he dares to kill someone?"

Liang Jiajia was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she shook her head and said, "I estimate that even if you have a mental illness certificate, it is useless, and most of them will be killed." ”

"Okay, it's not a big deal, I've gone all, maybe there's a windfall. Yida comforted the two, he was full of confidence in Zhou Dayong at the moment, because he really didn't know what kind of state Zhou Dayong would be like when he went crazy.

The person sent by Zhang Zhendong is named Sun Heming, who is his number one junior brother and the most powerful negotiator in Zhang Zhendong's team. In the late 90s, when Zhang Zhendong was not very famous, Sun Heming, as his number one younger brother, followed Zhang Zhendong to fight and kill.

At that time, Sun Heming was as thin as a bamboo pole, with big slippers, big pants, and a formal shirt on his upper body.

Sun Heming held a machete every day, looked at the sky with deep eyes, smoked cheap cigarettes, and chatted with people from time to time about a few evil poems, which made countless gangsters always think that Sun Heming was not mentally normal. You let an uneducated bastard go against you to recite poetry? If you have this culture, you have already been admitted to college, who will take a knife.

At that time, Sun Heming had a resounding title, and Sun Da pretended to be forced. For this reason, Zhang Zhendong was embarrassed and disciplined Sun Heming several times, but when Sun Heming looked at Zhang Zhendong with those deep eyes, Zhang Zhendong deeply realized that when he reflected the expression in his eyes You don't understand me, he didn't know how to say it again, because if he said one more word, the evil poem would come out.

Sun Heming likes to read the Three Kingdoms, and in his eyes, he is the kind of literati who is a and a general who fights on horseback. For fighting on horseback, what he understands is to cut people with a knife. So what is a literati? A literati is a very cultured guest, the former feels that he already has the corresponding cultural foundation, and the latter still needs to be developed. So in the late 90s, when the yellow business was just developing, he completely drove the yellow economy in Jinxi City and became a leading figure.

Later, he became famous, and many people knew his name: After Sun Da pretended to be forced, he was still very proud. Poetry has become an indispensable part of his daily routine, and it is even more crazy. But later, he really made an old bastard anxious, picked up a machete and chased Sun Heming and cut more than a dozen streets, Sun Heming's clothes were cut into strips of cloth, and he was covered in blood, stunned for nothing. Since then, Sun Heming has reached the pinnacle of his life, and he has been nicknamed: Immortal Ming.

And now, Sun Heming is already a big man, and there is no need to fight and kill, so he abandoned martial arts and followed literature, and worked the literati.

Today, it is he who has negotiated for unknown number of times. He didn't know that this negotiation would be a precedent for negotiations between pretending to be a coercion and a mentally ill person in history, and it would be a sensation in the whole city and go down in the history of bastards.

At this moment, he wants to continue his unique mix-and-match style. Wearing a suit on the upper body, a pair of cotton pants made of saffron on the back, wearing long woolen socks and slippers on the feet, he took the two younger brothers and went to the agreed Western restaurant.

Before he could enter, he was stopped by the doorman. The doorman smiled with a confused face: "Excuse me, sir, do you have anything to do? ”

Sun Heming shook his head helplessly, in his opinion, no one would understand him, and it was not easy to get a bosom friend. Sun Heming waved his hand and didn't say anything, in his opinion, this doorman was not qualified to talk to someone as noble as him.

The two younger brothers behind him turned red, pulled the doorman aside roughly, and said in a low voice: "We are spending, this is your tip, don't make a noise." "It's so embarrassing that I can't afford to lose my grandmother's house.

Sun Heming slowly entered the house, looking at the guests in the house looking at him, quite proud. My Sun Heming is really excellent, and he is so eye-catching everywhere. He ordered a bottle of red wine, shook the wine glass in his hand, and waited for Zhou Dayong's arrival with deep eyes.

At this time, Zhou Dayong had already arrived, looking at Sun Heming in front of him, for some reason his heart suddenly moved, Sun Heming looked at Zhou Dayong's heart and couldn't help but fluctuate.

Without waiting for Sun Heming to speak, Zhou Dayong looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and said slowly: "The sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. ”

When Sun Heming heard this, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and his heart trembled...... Isn't this a bosom friend? I've been waiting for a bosom friend for years. Sun Heming immediately said: "At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drops fell into the soil, and I knew that my brother was crying, so I sat down to make up for it." ”

Zhou Dayong looked at Sun Heming with admiration, and a feeling of sympathy still appeared. Sure enough, the master duel, only the opponent is fine when you see it in a moment.

Zhou Dayong sat opposite Sun Heming, Sun Heming cut off a piece of medium-cooked beef, slowly put it into Zhou Dayong's plate, and said with a smile: "Brother, do you taste the right taste, I actually still like to eat Wellington steak, it is delicious and does not stick to my teeth." Actually, where did Sun Heming eat Wellington steak, but in order to show his character, he still muttered nonsense.

Zhou Dayong tasted it, spit it out suddenly, shook his head and said, "This steak is not authentic, it has a bloody smell, it's not good." Zhou Dayong is telling the truth, he has never eaten Western food at all, and the medium-rare steak is still bloody, but it is not bloody.

When Sun Heming heard this, his face couldn't help but change, he didn't pretend to force Zhou Dayong in this round.