Early in the morning, CJ Group headquarters. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Kangsheng looked tired, walked out of the elevator quickly, walked through a corridor, and came to an office at the innermost part of the floor. Pushing open the door, I saw Lee Jae-hyun sitting on the sofa next to the desk smoking a cigarette, looking a little preoccupied.

Seeing his secretary head come in, Lee Jae-hyun stood up, rubbed his face vigorously, and came to the desk and sat down.

"President, find out, it was the president of the L Society who injured the little boy, Zhang Mingyu, 23 years old, Chinese-American, the second-generation helmsman of the first-class American consortium Dragon Society, he studied and lived in China with another identity when he was a student, majored in medicine in college, and opened a private clinic in South Korea after graduation, and later after his father died of illness, he took over the position of chairman of the consortium, his mother died at an early age, and is currently studying business management in the Korean branch of the company, preparing to start a large entertainment company, and the previous MCM under M-was acquired by him, and the cause of the conflict between the little boy and him seems to be because of a woman。。 When Bai Kangsheng said the last sentence, he carefully observed Lee Jae-hyun's expression.

Lee Jae-hyun took out a cigarette, lit it, took a slow puff, took the information handed over by the other party, and looked at it.

"The day after tomorrow is the day when L Club will officially operate?" asked Lee Jae-hyun.

"Yes. ”

"Help me arrange a meeting with President Ming. Lee Jae-hyun said as if he was a little tired.

"Yes. ”

A hot pot restaurant called "Sichuan Flavor" is very lively at this time, in the small storefront, a few tables around the sitting customers who eat and drink, in the early autumn night, at first warm and cold, a few boiling copper pots come out of the strong heat, condensing into a layer of mist on the wood-framed glass windows. The street lamps were casting a dim yellow glow on the ground, radiating through the mist on the glass windows.

The boss stood behind the counter and looked at a few tall foreigners sitting not far away, his expression was not happy.

At the table by the window, a black man in a black jacket wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up and poured a whole plate of beef slices into the pot, stirred it with chopsticks, and knocked on the edge of the pot. Several foreigners beside him stretched out their chopsticks to put the meat on their respective plates and ate their heads. One of the men in a pullover sweatshirt was so anxious that he screamed and vomited as soon as he stuffed the hot slice of meat into his mouth. Everyone at the table laughed. The pullover sweatshirt also smiled awkwardly, picked up the beer and drank it.

At this time, the door of the hot pot restaurant was pushed open, and the waitress sitting at the door instinctively got up to greet the customer, but just moved her ass and sat down again.

A slightly balding middle-aged man walked in, followed by a group of tall, flat-headed young men. As soon as they entered, they sat down at the nearest table and drove away the couple who had been there. The middle-aged man in the lead picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up the slices of meat in the pot and ate them, and looked at the foreigners sitting by the window as he ate.

A young flat-headed man beside him seemed to want to eat the meat in the pot, but he picked up the chopsticks, and as soon as he raised his hand, something fell out of his arms.

The boss behind the counter followed the prestige, and his eyes widened suddenly. Despite the newspaper on the outside, it was still visible as a machete. The flat-headed man bent down to pick up the machete, stuffed it into his arms again, and continued to eat the slices of meat in the pot without changing his face.

The boss's face became a little ugly, and one hand quietly touched the mobile phone on the table.

"Jimmy, there's a bunch of little guys over there who want to cause trouble. At the table, a tall, handsome white man whispered to a black man who was eating and drinking beside him.

"Don't worry, Frank, if they dare to come, I'll give them a taste of Jimmy's big fist. Jimmy continued to eat the slices of meat in the bowl absently, and sighed at the end, "This hot pot restaurant introduced by the boss is so delicious, I must go to China in the future!"

"There will be a chance. The white man named Frank shrugged.

At this time, the sound of a car braking suddenly came from outside the hot pot restaurant, and the shining lights brightened the glass window, and then the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard.

The group of flat-headed men at the next table suddenly flipped over the table, pulled out the machetes they had with them, and rushed towards them without saying a word. The door of the store was violently pushed open, and another gang of thugs arrived, also targeting the exotic guys by the window, and all holding iron pipes more than a meter long.

The foreigners quickly got up and divided into two groups and met the two mobs.

The glass windows covered with moisture are also plastered with the words "Good luck for opening", and the people in the store are reflected in the street lamps. Soon, these figures became entangled with each other, and the sounds of fighting, shouting, and screaming came one after another.

The chaos lasted only a few minutes, and calm was restored to the store.

Jimmy, a black man, took a sip of the remaining beer from his glass and wiped the blood from the unlucky guy on his arm. He said to his friends: "I'm not full, let's go to the next one." ”

In the small store, there were more than two dozen people lying on the sidelines, some still rolling and moaning, some had fallen to the ground unconscious, Frank stood at a smashed table, one foot on the face of the leading middle-aged man, and the other hand carried a machete, the tip of which poked the other's neck.

"What's your name?" Frank looked at the middle-aged man wheezing with a blank face, and spat out a slightly lame Korean phrase.

"Wu Zehao. The man spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Who sent you?" Frank's voice was cold, and his eyes showed a faint murderous aura.

"You have sinned against those who should not be offended. The man was trampled on the ground, still stubbornly.

Frank wanted to ask something more. Just then, a siren sounded outside the store. Several people looked at each other, and immediately left through the back door.

The boss behind the counter waited until the police came, then got up from the ground, and looked at the already messy hot pot restaurant, he leaned against the wall in despair, his eyes gradually glazed.

The next morning, there was a bustle in front of the company, a huge red inflatable arched door was placed in front of the door, and various flower baskets were spread along the red carpet to the side of the road. One after another, the cars stopped at the door, and many people with the faces of "successful people" got out of the car one after another, stepped on the red carpet and walked into the club.

Zhao Mingxuan, who was in a suit and leather shoes, stood at the end of the red carpet, greeting the guests with a smile, and at 8:18 a.m., the red salute on the side of the road rang out one after another, and all kinds of confetti fell on the red carpet, a festive scene.

(To be continued.) )