Chapter 622: The Money Is Here, You Can Take It (Supplement 3)
Five minutes later, the night bar went downstairs.
Ai Qing looked at Fu Zhisong puzzled and asked, "If you want to pay the account, you want to pay the account, what are you doing in Guandong?"
"The one in the private room just now is Guan Dong?" Fu Zhisong had heard of Guan Dong's name before because of Liu Quan's sudden change of land sale, but he had never seen this person, so he asked in surprise.
ββ¦β¦ Okay, you didn't know just now, so let's not talk about it. Now you listen to me, let Liu Quan go, and talk to him alone about money another day, okay?" Ai Qing said to Fu Zhisong succinctly.
"You're letting me go?" Fu Zhisong asked after being stunned for a moment.
"Yes, Guan Dong wants to save face, if you beat him, it will be very troublesome for a while. Xiao Ai nodded in response.
"Huh. Fu Zhisong smiled when he heard this, shook his head and responded: "He wants face, and I want it too." If I don't take his money here today, Guan Dong will think I'm afraid of him, understand?"
"Your purpose is to get the money back, does it matter what he thinks of you?" Ai Qing asked incredulously.
That's right, Xiao Ai really didn't understand Fu Zhisong's mentality at the moment, because even if she wasn't present today, Fu Zhisong's character would never leave, he had more face than anyone else. Guan Dong had already called him in the house just now, so if he didn't dare to accept this money today, it would definitely make people gossip. Not to mention...... Fu Zhisong still has a good impression of Xiao Ai himself, so today may be effective for anyone to persuade him, but Xiao Ai's persuasion is useless, because Fu Zhisong is even more unlikely to run away in front of the woman he likes.
"Ozawa asked me to come over and ask for the account, then I have to get the money back to him. And you heard it just now, Guan Dong was already shouting inside, let me wait for the money...... Can I go?" Fu Zhisong frowned and replied: "You don't care about this, go home, I'll do it myself." β
"You're too underestimated to take care of Dong, he's not like you...... Do you understand?" Ai Qing's words were as tactful as possible: "If you have a conflict with him, you will definitely be the one who suffers!"
"He has three heads and six arms?"
"Are you leaving?"
"I definitely can't go!"
"Then you can do whatever you want, I'll go. After Ai Qing threw down the next sentence, he got into the car with a gloomy face.
"Hehe, he's still petty. Fu Zhisong looked at Ai Qing's back and smiled, turned around and asked Liu Quan in the car: "You Guan Dong brother can't run the train with his mouth full, right? Don't fuck him sneaking away, don't care about you at all." β
Liu Quan looked at Fu Zhisong with a gloomy face and did not reply.
At the same time, inside the car.
"It's naΓ―ve, it's brainless. After Ai Qing grinded his teeth and scolded, he still lowered his head and picked up his mobile phone to call up Xiao Ze's number, but after careful consideration, he didn't dial it, but frowned and pondered.
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Half an hour later.
More than a dozen private cars stopped across the road from the night bar with double flashes, and after the little confused person sitting in the car glanced at the convoy, he turned to Fu Zhisong and said: "Mom, it's a B, won't they all be the right guys, there are a lot of people?"
When the words fell, Fu Zhisong also squinted and glanced across the street, although there was no expression on his face, but to say that he was not panicked at all was bragging B. What is the concept of more than ten cars, at least there must be more than 40 people in it!
ββ¦β¦ Why don't we take him away? Xiao Mi reminded softly again: "There are too many people, it's really a loss!"
Fu Zhisong's scalp was slightly numb, and he lit a cigarette, gritted his teeth and replied: "Niu B has blown out, isn't he a son now?"
ββ¦β¦ What's the matter?" Sun Zhi asked, licking his lips.
"You bring me the stuff from the back seat. Fu Zhisong grimaced, pointed to the people in the van and said: "Fuck you, if you want to go, you can go now, but who will shrink back for me when I do it in a while, don't say that I will turn my face." β
"It's all here, can we run?"
"There are so many people, they are enough to dare to do it!"
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When the words fell, everyone expressed their positions, and no one took the initiative to say that they wanted to leave. Although Xiao Confused wanted to say this in his heart, he carefully calculated his status in Fu Zhisong, and immediately swallowed the words in his stomach. Because he understands better than anyone else that Fu Zhisong is not thin on himself, he is going to pull the shuttle and leave at this time, so don't think about staying in the casino in the future, so today he is cut and he can't run.
After more than a dozen cars stopped, the people in the cars did not get down, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, Guan Dong led the people out of the night market.
"Bang dang!"
"Bang dang!"
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At the same time, the doors of the private motorcade were pushed open almost simultaneously, and more than 40 people rushed over with bright machetes, pickaxes, handles, steel pipes, and military thorns, and other items, and Qian Baole was the leader.
Fu Zhisong squinted at the crowd, rested his left arm on the open door of the co-pilot of the van, lowered his head and lit a cigarette again.
On the steps, Guan Dong pointed at Fu Zhisong and scolded: "Fuck you, my formation to send money is okay, right?"
"Don't be useless, what about the money?" Fu Zhisong frowned and replied.
"Come on, come on, Baole, give him the money!" Guan Dong waved his hand and shouted.
Behind the crowd, Qian Baole didn't move forward from beginning to end, let alone pretend to be a big brother to talk to Fu Zhisong, but only whispered to the brothers who led the team next to him: "Kanzi, you throw the money over." β
"Whoa!"
After Qian Baole spoke, the sturdy young man named Kanzi reached out and threw over three heavy black leather bags.
"Hulala!"
After the money bag landed, Qian Baole's people went forward again, completely enclosing Fu Zhisong and others in the circle.
Inside the dance floor.
"It's dry up outside. β
"Who's with whom?"
"I don't know, I'm looking after Dong and Qian Baole are here!"
"Damn, is it really fake?"
"What are you lying to, there are forty or fifty people outside!"
"Let's go and see the excitement!"
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I don't know who is the leader in the house, there is always a ten, ten is a hundred, the dance floor is basically empty, everyone runs out to see the excitement, and there are many people who are also bastards playing outside, so they are willing to join in this kind of excitement.
Outside the door.
On the steps, Guan Dong pointed at Fu Zhisong and shouted: "Fuck you, the money is on the ground, you take it and I'll take a look!"
Fu Zhisong stood among the more than 40 people, looked back at the little confused people who were already sweating on their foreheads, and then gritted his teeth and walked forward with his clothes in his arms, reached out and lifted a black leather bag and threw it into the car: "Open and inspect the goods, don't let people fool people with fake money again." β
When the words fell, Qian Baole, who had been behind the crowd, suddenly glanced at Fu Zhisong with interest: "Damn, this kid is quite steely!"
"him for me!"
At the same time, Guan Dong stood on the steps and roared, and then he didn't see the situation around him clearly, and he heard the sound of glass breaking in all directions of the van, and the pickaxe, handle, and machete were instantly picked up from the outside into the car.