The Deng family and the Peng family stood stupidly, as if they didn't hear Deng Changjiang's words clearly.

After a long time, Father Deng was already furious, and said angrily: "I said why was only the Yangtze River injured at that time? He was like a nobody? It turned out that he was arrogant and harmed! Dad, you have to make the decision for the Yangtze River!"

"Is it arrogance that harmed my grandson?" Old Man Peng's face turned red, and he muttered in disbelief.

Peng Song hurriedly said: "Grandpa." Now that the cousin of Changjiang has just woken up, he may not be very conscious. We'll talk about that later. "

Old Man Peng's face was a little dignified, and he had to nod.

Who knows if what Deng Changjiang said is nonsense?

The family waited anxiously for Deng Changjiang to come to his senses.

In the afternoon of the next day, Deng Changjiang woke up again, and he couldn't stop shouting: "I'm going to kill you, arrogant! I'm going to kill you!"

Deng Changjiang grabbed the old man Peng on the side, and cried: "Grandpa, help me! It's arrogance, it's arrogance that hurts me!"

Peng Song hurriedly said: "Deng Changjiang." How could it be that insolence harmed you? If insolence harmed you, would you let the killer come to the Deng family to kill you? In your family's territory, isn't he afraid of making a mistake?"

Old Man Peng couldn't help nodding, Peng Song was right.

Since he really wants to kill Peng Song. How could you choose that time and place? Just wait for Deng Changjiang to be able to start easily when he is outside in the waves!

This kid can't just wake up and get confused, right?

Deng Changjiang cried like a woman, tears mixed with snot running down extremely disgusting. He recounted the events of that day one by one: "I, I don't know what's going on! Obviously, I called the killers to deal with the arrogant, but when the group of professional killers saw him, the rat and the cat, they turned around and beat me. "

In the entire VIP ward, everyone opened their mouths wide and seemed to be able to swallow a duck egg, looking at Deng Changjiang dumbfounded.

Deng Changjiang seemed to be angry, picked up the apple on the bedside table and smashed it at the flower basket that Zhang Madness asked Peng Song to send for him.

Old Man Peng's face was cloudy, and a pair of old hands were already clenched together.

This is the only son of his beloved youngest daughter, his favorite grandson. Deng Changjiang is more loved by him than his own grandson.

Old Man Peng looked at the gauze on Deng Changjiang's body, and only felt that his heart was as distressed as a knife.

Peng Song saw that something was wrong, and immediately said: "Grandpa, this is also Deng Changjiang's own fault! He even arranged a killer to kill Zhang Mad! If he hadn't done such a ridiculous thing, he would be lying in the hospital now?"

That's what you deserve!

Father Deng is a man who doesn't have much ability, if it weren't for the protection of the Peng family in Jiangnan, he would be just a small company owner in Jiangzhou City. When he saw this, he immediately grabbed Old Man Peng and cried, "Dad." It is a fact that Zhang Qiang almost killed Deng Changjiang. Peng Song, Changjiang is your cousin, how can you speak for outsiders?"

Peng Song said coldly: "I'm telling the truth. Suffering a loss is a lesson for yourself. Then go for the trouble of insolence. It may not be necessary to die in the future!"

Peng Song said this sincerely, according to that arrogant financial resources, it must be difficult for him to deal with behind his back.

Deng Changjiang was already furious, and he picked up the fruit knife on the side and was about to slash at Peng Song!

Peng Song was shocked, and was unprepared by Deng Changjiang's arm, and blood flowed out at once. Peng Song's brows furrowed in pain.

Deng Changjiang shouted loudly: "My cousin knows that it hurts? I am hundreds of times and thousands of times more painful than you! What benefits have you received from arrogance to deal with your own cousin like this?"

Old Man Peng looked at Peng Song's bleeding arm and frowned tightly. He shouted angrily: "Enough! I won't forget about the arrogance." Peng Song, don't get too close to Zhang Mad in the future, I will send someone to investigate him. "

Peng Song clutched his bleeding arm, and his heart was cold. He sneered, turned around and left.

This grandfather has no real grandchildren in his eyes. It's only his grandson who gets into trouble all the time!

Old Man Peng's face sank and said, "Peng Song, where are you going?"

Peng Song sneered coldly: "Take some medicine and go to the company." "

Speaking of his game company, Mr. Peng's face turned black. Studying philosophy abroad and only coming back to play games?

If you have this time, you might as well learn how to do business!

"Your company is disbanded quickly, how much money can you make? A year's worth of money is not enough for a project of your father's company!"

Peng Song pouted. If you don't answer, you turn around and leave.

……

Zhang Qi heard that Deng Changjiang woke up, and then fainted to death for a while, he felt comfortable physically and mentally when he thought about it.

Zhang Mad took the contact information of the 189 game forum that he got from Peng Song. I wrote an email and sent it out very smoothly.

Moments later, a > named "Fluttershy the 189 Evaluator".

189 Game Forum, a game review will be conducted every half month. Because of the strict reviews, it has won the attention of gamers.

This forum has always said that good games are good.

It's just that this time Fluttershy is full of depression, and she's all in the groove! She's been a game reviewer for almost two years, and she's never met anyone who spends money on this game forum!

There are so many large-scale games, and I don't see the success of throwing money in.

What kind of game is this to get the manager to agree to let him enter the assessment process?

Fluttershy patiently asked, "Are you the person in charge of the game Showdown? Your email doesn't have a lot of details, can I ask you a few questions?"

Zhang Qi replied a little strangely: "You evaluators all ask questions to the person in charge to evaluate? Don't you have to play and write copy?"