Eating all kinds of snacks on the streets of Tokyo, Yan Murong's face was full of comfort, but he didn't know that he just wanted to use Mitsui Masao's illness to promote traditional Chinese medicine, but he didn't think that he could actually make the Mitsui Toshiaki brothers almost turn against each other.

Before he told Mie Ozawa to do this, he didn't expect it to cause such a big reaction. Just like dominoes, Yan Murong just pushed it gently, and those companies that cooperated with the Mitsui consortium took the initiative to fall down one by one.

As for the things that he said for curing the disease, he hadn't bought them yet, it was all Yan Murong who had made an excuse, he was waiting, and when this matter spread and attracted the attention of most people, at that time, it was time for him to make a move.

"You did this?" Dong Wuyan put a piece of newspaper in front of Yan Murong and asked softly. Since she got up today, she has returned to her previous state, and she has never pulled Yan Murong to buy this and that, let alone holding Yan Murong's arm and calling her husband tiredly.

Yan Murong was not surprised by Dong Wuyan's state, if she really wanted to keep the attitude she had yesterday in the future, Yan Murong really didn't know how to get along with this woman.

"What did I make?" Yan Murong stuffed a piece of charcoal-grilled squid into his mouth, looked at Dong Wuyan and asked vaguely.

"You revealed Masao Mitsui's condition, right?" Dong Wuyan pointed to the newspaper and said. "It's already on the list - Masao Mitsui is ill, suspected of mental illness."

"These reporters always use such elegant words." Yan Murong smiled. "Psychosis is psychosis, and I made up a professional term. What else is said above? ”

"There are also some comments." Dong Wuyan laughed, as if he had seen a funny joke.

"What's the comment?"

"Comments on the credibility of the Mitsui consortium are just speculation." Dong Wuyan said. "It said above that many companies signed cooperation agreements with the Mitsui consortium when they signed cooperation agreements with Mitsui Masao, and now Mitsui Masao is firmly mentally ill, and many people are worried about the validity of the cooperation agreement."

"Huh? And one more? Dong Wuyan suddenly exclaimed, and immediately burst out laughing. Okay, great, it's really a report and a report. ”

"What's wrong? What is it that makes you so excited? Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"As mentioned above, according to insiders, many companies have proposed to terminate cooperation with the Mitsui consortium."

"It looks like it's a big deal." Yan Murong smiled and didn't comment on anything.

"Did you do it?" Dong asked with a straight face.

"I said it wasn't me, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it."

"I know you don't believe it." Yan Murong looked depressed. "Is what I say so credibility?"

"It has nothing to do with credibility." Dong Wuyan said with a serious face. "It has something to do with character."

At this moment, Yan Murong has the heart to die, and it is the first time that he has been questioned for his character after growing so big. After thinking about it seriously, Yan Murong felt that Dong Wuyan was not telling the truth, he often followed the old man to cure diseases and save people and do good deeds, if such a person had a problem with his character, then the hooligans and thieves on the street would be five good young people who studied hard and made progress every day.

"Finished eating? Let's go when you're done eating. Yan Murong looked depressed. was questioned by his own woman that there was a problem with his character, so he was not in the mood to continue eating, wiped his mouth, and walked outside after settling the bill.

"I knew it was you." Dong Wuyan followed, looked at Yan Murong with an affirmative expression and said.

"Does it matter to me?" Yan Murong smiled, changed his words, and said. "You're familiar with this, take me around."

"Aren't you going to treat Masao Mitsui?"

"There's no hurry." Yan Murong waved his hand. "Anyway, it's not a serious illness, and you won't die if you drag it out for a day or two - now that the newspaper is so lively, let them fry it again, and when it's almost done, I'll cure it."

"At first, I really didn't see it." Dong Wuyan suddenly sighed and looked at Yan Murong with a resentful expression. "Otherwise, I won't be trapped by you."

"You don't see anything?" Yan Murong said defensively. "Also, you have to make it clear when you speak, I didn't trap you, you can do whatever you want."

"I didn't see that your heart has so many eyes, and it's so small."

"I admit that I am small-minded, I am a stingy person." Yan Murong said. "But there are many eyes - where do you see that?"

"Do you still need to see this? I know that. Dong sighed wordlessly. I knew it would be like this, and I wouldn't be so angry with you because of that little thing. ”

"It's good to know what you're wrong." Yan Murong said with a cheap smile on his face. "At the end of the day, it's still you who are small-minded, otherwise how would someone find someone to hit me with a bazooka? If I hadn't run fast, I would have had to be on crutches now. ”

"You still say." Dong was speechless and coquettish.

"Can't talk about it?" Yan Murong smiled. "Look, now you can see who is small-minded, right?"

"I'm going to be small." Dong Wuyan raised his head and looked at Yan Murong seriously. "It is said that women's minds are difficult to see through, but your men's hearts are actually even more difficult to see through."

The more he came into contact with Yan Murong, the stronger Dong Wuyan's feeling became.

On the surface, Yan Murong's thin figure and delicate appearance can bring a lot of confusion to people, but the more she touches it, the more she finds that she can't guess what Yan Murong will do next. Because this guy has never played cards according to common sense. Sometimes, you think he's going to do it, but in fact, he's always doing the opposite, often catching his opponents off guard.

"Okay, you're not a philosopher, so there's nothing to sigh about." Yan Murong smiled and said. "It seems that we can't go shopping today, it's really a narrow road."

"What's wrong?" Dong Wuyan was stunned for a moment, followed Yan Murong's gaze, and saw Richard, whose face was covered in blood who was beaten by Yan Murong in the clothing store yesterday, and Richard also found Yan Murong, looking at Yan Murong's eyes full of hatred, and a trace of inexplicable excitement.

"What should I do?" Dong Wuyan asked softly.

"What else can I do, go over and say hello." Yan Murong smiled indifferently. "Look, people are watching us, if we run away, how embarrassing it will be."

"It's better to be embarrassed than to be beaten." Looking at the seven or eight people beside Richard, Dong Wuyan muttered quietly.

"It's all just a little gangster." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Usually the master is a waste person, and the followers around him are also waste - a waste and a group of waste together, the effect is the same."