"Damn, mouse, you're too bullish!" Yang Zhan and Tyrannosaurus widened their eyes in unison.

Both of them are full of admiration for the mouse, this guy is too fierce! You can play a plane when you watch the MV!

"They are really very tempting to say, I have admired them for a long time!" said the mouse with a sigh of relief: "Now it's okay, I can finally get close to them once!"

Yang Zhan frowned, it was not for money, women and that kind of majestic vanity, he did not reject the appearance of the mouse, but he was a little worried that the mouse would make other things, and asked: "Mouse, don't make a whole mistake for me! We used to resolve the conflict! After all, this is something arranged by Ye Shao, and there can be no mistakes, and it can't cause a bad impact!"

The mouse immediately restrained his evil smile, and said: "Don't worry, I promise to be polite and courteous, and live up to my mission!"

"Okay!" Yang Zhan then put down his heart and said, "You guys go." Talk to people!"

Tyrannosaurus and rat, there are also hundreds of people under their hands, and now the Red Alliance Tomahawk can be one of the strongest societies in China, these outlaws are also arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but, in accordance with Ye Fan and Yang Zhan's instructions, the two of them made an appointment in advance in accordance with business etiquette.

Mixed associations like the two of them have their own powerful intelligence systems, so it's easy to inquire about what's going on.

Three or five phone calls were made, and immediately someone fed back the information.

This time, the "Belle Époque" came to China to open a concert tour, and the stop in Shanghai was represented by a performing arts company called Feiwu Jiyang.

In other words, the South Korean side is only a star, and as for ticket sales, venues, publicity matters, etc., they are all flying and exciting.

Tyrannosaurus and Mouse easily got the phone number of Feiwu Yang Boss, and immediately dialed it, and the mouse held back a strong local flavor of Mandarin, and said: "Mr. Wu, I am Chen Haozi, the public relations manager of Red Land Company, I want to ...... with you."

Wu Fei, the flying boss, is a second-generation official, with the blessing of official power, of course he doesn't need to be shrouded by the community, so he has little to do with the power of the community, and of course he doesn't know that the red land is the entity enterprise of the famous Red League.

Immediately, he smiled coldly and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know you." ”

"Smack" The kid hung up happily.

The mouse was stunned, and muttered, "This kid is very fat, dare to hang up my phone?" In desperation, he dialed the phone again.

After a long time, the phone was connected again, only to hear Wu Fei say impatiently: "Do you understand the rules? Who told you my number? If you want to see me, do you want to make an appointment with my secretary first?"

The mouse suppressed his anger and said in a respectful tone: "Isn't this my phone number that I know about Mr. Wu? Let's make a long story short, I am the public relations minister of Red Land, I have a big deal to talk to you about, I want to meet the boss of the 'Belle Era', of course, it is best to meet a few people in the Belle Époque!"

Red land? Such a local name, is it engaged in the wholesale of red products? These soil buns, I want to be a little female star if I have nothing to do. It's really unproductive.

Wu Fei shook his head helplessly, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully: "What do you think you are?

After saying that, he hung up the phone again rudely and rudely.

"I'm cǎo!" The rat burst into a foul mouth, a little unbearable, a pair of rat eyes burst out with a strong killing intent, and sneered: "Ya really treats herself as a character!"

The tyrannosaurus pursed his lips and said, "This kind of birdman, you should beat it first!"

"Come on, let's be an uninvited guest for a while!" the mouse stuffed a pistol into his waist and said, "Let's go talk to him directly!"

Some of his subordinates had already figured out where Wu Fei was, and at night, the mouse and the tyrannosaurus drove and blocked Wu Fei in the box of a high-end club.

Tyrannosaurus pushed open the door, only to see Wu Fei sitting in the center of the box, hugging two third-rate stars left and right, and bragging with a few friends.

Several friends are very well dressed, covered with famous brands, armed to the teeth, obviously either rich or expensive.

The content of the conversation is also very high-end, either the personnel appointment trend of a certain bureau in a certain district of Shanghai that can be described as secret news, or the shareholder infighting of a certain boss company, inside information, I heard that the eyes of a few little stars who had just debuted went straight to the little stars, and there was a kind of glory and happiness that climbed to the high branches.

Seeing the tyrannosaurus and mouse walk in, Wu Fei frowned and asked a friend next to him, "Your buddy?"

Everyone stopped talking, and their eyes fell on the two uninvited guests at the door, and they both shook their heads.

One of the two Tyrannosaurus rats is tall, one is thin, one is violent and ruthless, and the other is insidious and cunning, but invariably, both of them have a bloodthirsty and ruthless aura.

The intuition of these friends of Wu Fei here told them that these two people were definitely not good at stubble, which made them feel a little chill in their hearts.

There is a little brother of Wu Fei, wearing a white shirt, his hair is meticulously groomed, he seems to be a practitioner of financial securities, frowned, and said to the two tyrannosaurs: "You two went to the wrong room, right? Get out of here!"

"You're paralyzed, keep your mouth clean!" The tyrannosaurus stared at him like a brass bell, and let out a loud shout, which was about to go berserk.

The mouse waved his hand, signaling him not to be too impulsive, and said to Wu Fei with a smile: "Boss Wu, I am Chen Haozi of the red land." I'm talking to you about something serious, can you give me a face and take a step to talk?"

"Give you face? Do you deserve it? Don't you see what I'm busy with? I don't make agricultural products, we are cultural enterprises, we don't have a boundary, do you understand? Hurry up, I'm not interested in you. Wu Fei frowned.

Originally, he looked down on this red earth company, but today when he saw the mouse himself, he looked down on it even more. This kid is a roe deer, and it seems that he is either pouring garlic or potatoes.

Mouse patiently explained: "Our company is not engaged in agricultural products, but is involved in all aspects of real estate, finance, and entertainment. Again, I don't want to work with you, I want to talk to you about the Belle Epoque concert......"

"Those women, you can't afford to play with them! Don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat. Wu Fei was even more contemptuous, obviously, he regarded the mouse as the kind of outburst who wanted to be a female star, and then his voice suddenly rose, and his tone became even colder, and said: "Get out!

The white shirt was a stinky foot, seeing that the master was angry, he stood up, his fingers almost poked the mouse's face, and said arrogantly: "Tubaozi, countryman, we Wu Shao let you go, do you hear? What bullshit red earth......

"Let me go? I'm not spherical, how can I get out? Besides, the ground is dirty!" the mouse smiled, and his face was harmless to humans and animals.

This guy has been with Ye Fan for a few days, and every day he recalls the scene of Ye Fan stepping on people and slapping his face, pondering carefully, and often practicing actual combat, at this time he is already well versed in the essence of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Three or five enchanting little stars, staring at the big watery eyes with beautiful contact lenses, blinking with long false eyelashes, looking at the mouse and the tyrannosaurus with interest, with a sympathetic and playful smile on the corner of their mouths, as if admiring a pair of living treasures.

This peasant is really interesting, and he still wants to see the "Belle Époque"?

"Oh, I'll wipe it, do you still talk about cross talk, do you want to go to the Spring Festival Gala?" the white shirt stared at the mouse like a monster, in fact, he was so angry that he was about to go out.

In his opinion, this kind of yin and yang weird talk, this kind of cynicism, is the patent of the second generation of rich officials like them, which is your turn to engage in agricultural products, jumping around in front of a few beautiful starlets?

Suddenly, his face became extremely hideous, and as soon as he raised his hand, a vicious big mouth pulled it into the mouse's face.

However, this slap did not succeed in slapping the mouse in the face, and the tyrannosaurus reached out with a large hand like lightning and had already grabbed his wrist.

"Let go! dare to move me, I won't let you eat and walk around!" came a heart-scratching pain in his wrist, and the handsome face of the white shirt became distorted and hideous, but not from horror, but from anger. These two peasant entrepreneurs, dare to do it to themselves? Have you eaten the guts of the ambitious leopard?

"I'll let you go!" the Tyrannosaurus rex was expressionless and said in an understatement.

He pressed the white shirt's hand against the round table, and then, as if by magic, he pulled out a silver glittering desert eagle and pressed the muzzle of the gun against the back of the white shirt's hand.

"You, you have a gun, stop it! He is the son of the director of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission of Baoshan District, and you will be prosecuted by the law!" Wu Fei was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and was stunned.

When the tyrannosaurus took out his pistol, he was shocked and realized that he had encountered a hard stubble today.

These two people don't seem to be Jiangyang thieves, there is only one possibility, outlaws in the mixed society! And the bastard who can play with guns and dare to play with guns is definitely a big bastard who has fallen into a position.

"Big brother, spare your life! I was wrong! You can't shoot, this is not a joke!" The white shirt was even more frightened and pleaded, sobbing and stinging, his legs were weak, and he almost knelt down for the tyrannosaurus.

The tyrannosaurus turned a deaf ear, didn't even look at Wu Fei, and didn't have any sympathy for the white shirt that was crying out of tears, and pulled the trigger unceremoniously.

There was a loud bang, and the audience was shocked, everyone was so frightened that they trembled, their faces were pale, they were silent, and they didn't dare to move;

The tyrannosaurus didn't bother to silence the pistol at all, Shanghai Sea, they just killed people on the street, and they could cover it, not to mention that he just scrapped a palm?

Looking at the hand of the white shirt again, along with the tabletop, the bullet pierced, the flesh and blood were blurred, and a shocking hole appeared, gurgling blood.

This guy fainted in pain.