At half past five, there is a Chinese restaurant on Haibin Road.

Lao Liang appeared in front of Xu Haichang on time.

When Xu Haichang saw him, there was obviously a trace of panic on his face, he stood up to say hello, stretched out his hand to him with a smile on his face, but one leg shook unconsciously.

Lao Liang didn't see his outstretched hand, but glanced at his leg that had been dangling.

"Psychologically speaking, shaking your legs is a sign of self-confidence. Lao Liang shook his suit and sat down.

Xu Haichang retracted his hand embarrassedly, laughed wryly, sat down, and asked attentively, "Mr. Liang, do you order?"

"I'm not here to eat, you'd better not eat either, otherwise you'll spray rice residue with your mouth and answer me. Lao Liang's cool voice.

Xu Haichang's face turned red, and his eyes were not angry.

"I didn't like you three years ago, and you can live until now because Mo Xiaoran fell in love with you, but then again, if you don't pursue Mo Xiaoran, I can't let you go at all. ”

Lao Liang spoke again, and his momentum was compelling.

Xu Haichang is like a salted fish hanging on a shelf, and he can't say a word.

Lao Liang beckoned for a cup of cold white boil, the waiter brought it up, he took a sip, and asked: "When I smashed your office, you were like a character, saying that you would ask me to talk about it in the evening, I came, what do you want to talk about?"

"Mr. Liang, don't force me, the rabbit is in a hurry and bites, you are rich, I can't fight you, but Mo Ran is my wife, this is a fact, protected by the law, no matter how capable you are, you can't help it." Xu Haichang replied with a heartfelt look.

"Soon it won't. Lao Liang sneered.

Xu Haichang opened the mobile phone he had been holding in his hand and pushed it in front of him:

"Mr. Liang, if these photos are spread, what impact will they have on KMC's stock price, you know better than me, right?"

Lao Liang picked up his mobile phone, held it up in front of his eyes, squinted at it, flipped through them one by one with great interest, and after reading the last one, put the mobile phone on the table, looked up and asked, "Which is the sending button of your mobile phone?"

When Xu Haichang heard this, he swallowed his saliva with a "bang", and his face turned pale.

Lao Liang stood up, leaned towards him slightly, his face was cold and resolute, and his eyes were full of resentment: "Xu Haichang, Mo Xiaoran is my Lao Liang's treasure, I am afraid of falling in the palm of my hand, and I am afraid of melting in my mouth, but you have tortured Lao Tzu for three years, you listen well, I will slowly let you pay back the account for these three years, until I am satisfied." ”

Xu Haichang leaned back and tried to turn over: "Mr. Liang, once you lose the position of chairman of the board of directors of KMC, you are nothing, you think clearly, if these photos are spread at this time, what will be the consequences!"

"Bullshit chairman of the board, I don't care! Even if there is no KMC, I will still hang you on the wall, do you believe it or not?" Lao Liang leaned in front of him, his voice was sharp.

Xu Haichang's body unconsciously leaned back, suddenly lost his center of gravity, and even fell to the ground with a stool.

Lao Liang glanced at him condescendingly, and beckoned the waiter to come over: "Please change a sturdy stool for this gentleman, and ah, all the guests' orders tonight were bought by this gentleman, thank you." ”

The waiter nodded in response, bent down and asked Xu Haichang, who was sitting on the ground, "Sir, are you okay?"

Xu Haichang responded embarrassedly and got up from the ground.

Lao Liang, who went out, came back again, took out his mobile phone, and asked him seriously: "Will you copy the photo? Copy me a copy of the photo in your mobile phone? I have never taken a photo with Mo Xiaoran alone, it's a pity, just rush this, I have to kill you." ”