Chapter Seventy-Seven: Conflict

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Wang Yang grabbed Bei Yiming and said, "Brother Bei, don't go over, those are the second ancestors, look at the one who took the lead." Speaking of this, Wang Yang pointed to a young man with glasses and said: "That's Zhang Jian, the son of Mayor Zhang, and next to him is Bai Yan, the youngest son of Director Bai of the Municipal Public Security Bureau......"

Wang Yang knew this group of people, and he revealed his identity in a few words, and they were really all second ancestors, and there was no ordinary person.

Bei Yiming felt a big headache, these second-generation officials were flying one by one, and one of them offended them if they didn't handle it well, don't want to keep this bar open, but it doesn't work, Bei Yiming doesn't know what's going on, he just doesn't want to see the woman who is like a beautiful white lotus in the night being hurt in the conflict.

So he still passed, and the fierce quarrel between the two sides came into Bei Yiming's ears: "Zhang Jian, what do you mean?" ā€

Zhang Jian looked polite with glasses, but at this time, his face was full of domineering, and he stretched out his finger to the woman in a black dress sitting in the booth and smiled: "I just want to have a glass of wine with your sister Su Muxue, Su Zhengyu, you won't even give me this face, right?" ā€

Su Muxue? The three words exploded in Bei Yiming's ears like thunder, she seemed to be called Su Muxue, for a while Bei Yiming was in a trance, the white veil of the girl in his mind slipped off, and her face overlapped with the person in front of her, it was really her!

Su Zhengyu looked at Zhang Jian coldly, and the fire in his heart surged out like magma from a volcanic eruption, is my sister a wine girl? In a fit of rage, Su Zhengyu said sharply: "What kind of deserve you?" What kind of thing are you? Get lost! ā€

Su Muxue sat there quietly, her pretty face was covered with frost, but even this gave people a thrilling beauty.

A fat man stood up next to him, not very old, to the point of not having a face, his round face was white and clean, giving people a pleasing feeling, but at this time, his face was cloudy, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the tip of Zhang Jian's nose and roared: "Zhang Jian, don't give your face to yourself, don't give your face, who do you think you are?" Isn't it great that your dad is the deputy mayor? Others are afraid of you, we are not afraid of you, and we will accompany you if you want to fight. ā€

Zhang Jian's face turned hideous, then eased, and said with a sympathetic smile: "Dang Hao, Su Zhengyu, don't be excited, since you are not happy, I will not force it, everyone is a person in the circle, and you have to think about the old man's face without caring about your own face, right?" The plainness of shouting and shouting and killing makes people see jokes, forget it. ā€

Speaking of this, Zhang Jian took a few steps back, clasped his hands in front of his chest and sneered: "But I forget it, but my friends don't know it, forget it, you can do whatever you want." ā€

Zhang Jian obviously didn't want to do it himself, but the people he brought had already been instructed by him, and they must have moved Su Zhengyu and Dang Hao, anyway, Zhang Jian was on top of it, and his Lao Tzu and Su Zhengyu's Lao Tzu are fighting fiercely now, and the elders are about to tear their faces, and it is normal for the juniors to fight.

As long as they don't be ruthless, I believe that Dang Hao and Su Zhengyu are embarrassed to cry like a fart and run to them to complain, if they really do this, their faces will be completely lost in the circle, and don't think about raising their heads in the future.

With these considerations, Zhang Jian and others have no scruples.

Su Zhengyu stood up in the group of very handsome men, and said to Zhang Jian with a smile: "Zhang Jian, everyone is a person in the circle, there is no need for this, right?" Forget it, forget it, a glass of wine is over. ā€

Zhang Jian originally retreated, but when he heard this, he stepped in again, and said with a smile: "Wang Teng, right?" As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp sound of "pop".

Wang Teng didn't expect Zhang Jian to slap him, he was stupid, covering his face and speechless.

Zhang Jian smiled and said, "What's the matter with you?" Is there a place for you to speak? As soon as the words fell, the smile suddenly disappeared, and he said coldly: "Get out." ā€

Wang Teng's face was full of humiliation, but he didn't dare to speak, standing there was embarrassed, he couldn't go, he didn't go.

As soon as the others saw that Wang Teng was beaten, no one dared to stand up to speak for Su Zhengyu and Dang Hao, and a few girls quietly picked up their bags and slipped away while no one was paying attention to them, and the remaining men looked at me, I saw that you didn't dare to squeak.

Zhang Jian stepped back again, took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, tilted his head to look at the rest of the people, and suddenly scolded loudly: "Still Nima don't roll?" Shall I invite you to drink? ā€

The faces of the remaining men changed and they didn't dare to look at Su Zhengyu and a few people, they stood up and ran away, and the people brought by Zhang Jian immediately let out a burst of laughter.

Dang Hao said angrily: "A group of unrighteous guys, I wipe ......"

Su Zhengyu waved his hand to interrupt Dang Hao and said: "Let them go, it's just that we don't have these friends." ā€

Zhang Jian took a cigarette and shouted: "Pay attention for a while, don't hurt my wife Su Muxue, if you hurt half of her hair, I will break your hand if it hurts." ā€

Bai Yan grinned and said, "Brother Jian, don't worry, the brothers will definitely not hurt your sister-in-law." ā€

Su Muxue raised her head and looked at Zhang Jian and the others coldly, her bright eyes were full of coldness and disgust, she slowly stood up and leaned towards Su Zhengyu, obviously wanting to advance and retreat with her brother and Dang Hao.

Dang Hao had the most irritable temper, and he couldn't help it when he was humiliated by Zhang Jian for a long time, so he picked up the wine bottle and had to do it.

Bai Yan and these people were not slow, and they picked up the wine bottles one after another and were about to do it.

At this time, a flat voice came: "It's not good for friends to fight, I'll invite today's order, forget it!" ā€

Zhang Jian turned his head sideways and saw Bei Yiming with a calm face, he took a step forward with a cigarette, stretched out his finger and poked Bei Yiming's chest and said, "Who the hell are you?" Do you dare to take care of my business? ā€

Bei Yiming looked at Zhang Jianping and said indifferently: "I'm the boss here, don't make trouble in my yard, okay?" ā€

Zhang Jian suddenly burst out laughing, and said while laughing: "Boss? He said he was the boss? ā€

Bai Yan grabbed a piece of watermelon in the fruit bowl and smashed it, and said, "Believe it or not, I made a phone call to make your bar unable to open?" Get lost! ā€

Bei Yiming's white shirt was dyed a pale red by watermelon juice, and he raised his head sharply to look at Zhang Jiandao, who was still smiling: "If the bar can't be opened, that's tomorrow, believe it or not, I won't let you go out today." ā€

Pei Yiming's tone was still flat, so flat that it was like chatting with a friend, but it was this blandness that completely angered Zhang Jian, and he pushed Bei Yiming violently and said: "I'm a cĒŽo mud horse, you are looking for death." ā€

Bai Yan picked up the wine bottle and threw it at Bei Yiming, but Pei Yiming was indifferent, standing there without moving, there was no intention of dodging, Su Muxue stretched out her hand to cover her mouth.