What a fucking bastard this grandson!

Zheng Wuming scolded in his heart.

He admitted that when it came to business talent and IQ, he could throw Yan Murong eight streets, even if Yan Murong rode a horse, he didn't want to catch up. But when it comes to being careful, Yan Murong has more flowery intestines than the sheep intestine trail on Shu Mountain, let alone riding a horse, even if he ties ten Ferraris together, it is estimated that he will not be able to catch up with this bastard.

His purpose is very clear, that is, to make Yan Murong ugly, that is, to make him unable to get off the stage, and he doesn't even have the intention of concealing it-tell you clearly, even if I can't get along with you, what can you do to me?

But now, Zheng Wuming found that he was wrong, and the mistake was so outrageous, Yan Murong was even more rampant than he imagined. I thought he wouldn't turn his face against the occasion, but he was wrong - this guy never cared about these things.

"Asking for money? I'll give it to you. Zheng Wuming forcibly suppressed the urge to give Yan Murong two panda eyes, and asked in a cold voice. How much does it cost? ”

"You mean you're going to give me money to treat him?" Yan Murong looked surprised.

"Yes, you make an offer." Zheng Wuming didn't want to say more, and he was ready to let Yan Murong Lion open his mouth. This bastard, it's not once or twice that he blackmails from himself, he can shamelessly make things bigger, but after all, this matter was arranged by himself, and it is not good for him to make a big fuss.

"I'm so embarrassed to ask for your money." Yan Murong's face was righteous and awe-inspiring. "Besides, he's not your father, and it's not your turn to spend money on his treatment."

Others couldn't hear it, but Li Yunxi, who was sitting next to Zheng Wuming, could hear it clearly, and Zheng Wuming's teeth had already made a piercing grinding sound.

Zheng Wuming was very angry, and he was very angry at Yan Murong for comparing an island man to his father, but he still forcibly endured it, which shows that his qi cultivation kung fu is quite good, and if it was Yan Murong, he would have already slapped him.

"Don't worry about it." Waving his hand at Zheng Wuming, who was expressionless, Yan Murong looked at Matsumoto Ichiro, who was still lying on the ground and was rolling and wailing. "Hey, let's talk about it, do you want me to cure it for you? Ensure that the medicine is cured. ”

, it's all, it's just that you did something to me, how can you not be cured?

Matsumoto Ichiro wanted to scold Yan Murong very much, but he was already old, and he had been tossing on the ground for so long a day, and his whole face was caught by himself with miserable blood, so how could he still be in the mood to fight with Yan Murong again, so he could only nod his head and look at Yan Murong with a pleading face.

"Look at you, too." Yan Murong said with a sigh. "You're so old, and your body and bones are old, it's not okay to toss like this - okay, I'll be the great Buddha and save you from fire and water."

Shameless, this kid is so shameless.

No, it should be used-A group of people thought about it for a long time, but they really couldn't think of a suitable word to put on Yan Murong, so they could only secretly raise the middle finger to Yan Murong in their hearts to despise his behavior. However, there are exceptions, at least Chen Hanqing and Yang Chenghua did not despise Yan Murong, but gave a thumbs up in their hearts.

"Help me, please save me, the first is yours, I don't want Mr. Zheng's money, I don't want anything." Ichiro Matsumoto screamed pleadingly.

"Wow-"

As soon as Matsumoto Ichiro's words came out, he immediately caused a low cry of surprise, and at the same time, all the people who were still despising Yan Murong in their hearts just now looked at Zheng Wuming with contemptuous eyes.

Zheng Wuming could no longer maintain that expressionless appearance, and his face instantly became extremely ugly. He never imagined that this Matsumoto Ichiro would actually say such a thing.

Yes, I gave you money to help me, but I promised to give you the money, how can you tell the truth?

To be honest, it is easy to hurt people, so Zheng Wuming was injured, and he still suffered internal injuries, not the kind of internal injuries that can be healed by pushing the smoke on his back and head.

This time, his face was completely thrown to the ground by Yan Murong, and he was also stepped on twice.

Angry, Zheng Wuming felt a sweetness in his throat, and a stream of blood couldn't help but gush up, gritting his teeth tightly, and forcibly swallowing back the blood gushing out, Zheng Wuming's face was already ugly, and a bright red blood line overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh." Yan Murong exclaimed. "It's really not easy, you Zheng Wuming also vomited blood one day."

It's okay not to say this, as soon as these words came out, Zheng Wuming's mouthful of blood that had just been swallowed by him rushed up again, this time he couldn't bear it, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that his eyes were dark, as if he had fallen to the side.

"Brother Zheng." Li Yunxi was startled, quickly stood up, and supported Zheng Wuming to avoid a close contact between his head and the wood of the conference table.

"Brother Zheng, wake up." After checking Zheng Wuming's pulse, and finding that it was just a big deal to attack his heart and blood upsurge, Li Yunxi helped Zheng Wuming to sit down.

After a while, Zheng Wuming woke up slowly, but his face was even paler, and he didn't even look at others, so he stood up with Li Yunxi's shoulders and said. "Let's go."

"Okay, let's go." Li Yunxi nodded at him. He also knew that in the current situation, there was no need for them to stay any longer, Yan Murong's mouth was not an ordinary damage, no matter how thick-skinned they were, they couldn't stand the sharpness of the knife in this guy's mouth.

Zheng Wuming and Li Yunxi disappeared into the conference room, and everyone on the scene came back to their senses from their stunned eyes, and they all looked at Yan Murong with admiring eyes - this kid's mouth is indeed powerful enough, it is common to stab people with a knife and bleed, and it is the first time I have seen someone who vomits blood by relying on his mouth.

"Alright, the annoying person is gone, now let's discuss the price of saving you." Yan Murong looked at Matsumoto and said. "You have money to treat the disease, but you don't have the money to wait for death, that's what you mean - but look at your age, and now it's so miserable, I don't hack you, you tell me how much you paid for the kid surnamed Zheng?"

"Five-fifty million." Matsumoto Ichiro had already lost his strength to toss, and his whole body was constantly wriggling on the ground like a big silkworm chrysalis. "Help me, please."

"Fifty million? Damn, that's a lot. Yan Murong looked surprised. Is it USD or Huaxia Coin? ”

"Yes - it's island currency." Matsumoto Ichiro said with difficulty.

"Damn, I'm happy for nothing." Yan Murong scolded depressedly. "I won't hack you, give me 50 million, I'll save you - but I want dollars!"