Yan Murong smiled at the corner of his mouth, making it clear that he was blackmailing when he told Zheng Wuming, and it was a righteous and bright blackmail, but Zheng Wuming had no way to refute it. Because he knew that what Yan Murong said was not a little false - it was just that he was a good person, but he wanted to go out of the ground, which made him feel very unhappy.

Zheng Wuming wanted to stand up and leave, but when he thought of the purpose of coming this time, he had to be silent.

If you don't give it to him, the company can't keep it, and the Zheng family may also be affected, and you will not be willing to give it to him.

Zheng Wuming believed that if one day, Yan Murong became famous, then his name would never appear in the merit book - oh, no. If Yan Murong's conscience found out, he would at most mention his Zheng Wuming's name, on the grounds that the land used to build the hospital was given to him by him Zheng Wuming as compensation.

"It looks like our negotiations are going to break down." Seeing that Zheng Wuming lowered his head and didn't speak, Yan Murong said with a smile.

"I promise you."

At this time, Zheng Wuming raised his head and said. "But I have one condition."

"Have you ever seen a defeated country surrender and still be able to talk about conditions?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming with a smile on his face. "You're here to admit your mistake and apologize, do you think you have the qualifications to talk about conditions?"

"Yan Murong, don't bully people too much." Kunlun had long been annoyed by Yan Murong's cheapness, and now that he saw talking to Zheng Wuming like this, he had already thrown Zheng Wuming's advice to him to the Pyrenees, took a step forward, and pointed at Yan Murong and scolded.

"Huh? There's progress. The expression on Yan Murong's face did not change at all, he looked Kunlun up and down, and the expression on his face instantly became slightly surprised. The last time I fought you, I didn't have internal strength, but I haven't seen you for a few months, and I've actually developed internal strength - tsk, did you go to jump off a cliff or jump into a river? ”

"It's okay." Without waiting for Kunlun to speak, Yan Murong waved his hand and said. "Your little internal strength doesn't add up to a big ass, so you didn't show it off."

"You-"

"What am I?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"I—"

Kunlun was very angry about Yan Murong's evaluation of his internal strength, and wanted to shout and throw Yan Murong a pair of white gloves and invite him to a big fight in the park outside, but after thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't beat him, and if he went, he didn't fight, he was beaten, so he didn't say a word for a long time, but his face was red with grievance. If you glue him a beard and long hair at this time, and give him a big knife, you can go to shoot "Guan Yunchang 2".

"Zheng Wuming, your family's descendants are really unruly." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. "Two days ago, I had the privilege of attending two gatherings of the French aristocracy, tsk, look at the other people's subordinates, scolding and beating back, you finished hitting his right cheek, and he stretched out his left cheek for you to beat - your family, you have to learn again. Now he pays attention to connecting with the world, he is not in line, he is about to derail. ”

"Yan Murong, fuck-"

"If you dare to say the words below, I'll throw you downstairs." Yan Murong's face instantly turned cold, and he stared at Kunlun with cold eyes and said.

"Kunlun, that's enough." Zheng Wuming stopped in a deep voice. He knew that Yan Murong was not a master who liked to joke, let alone Kunlun, and even he dared to throw it from the upper floor if he was in a hurry.

"Humph!"

Kunlun let out a muffled snort coldly, but also listened to Zheng Wuming's words, took a step back, glanced at Yan Murong with murderous intent in his eyes, and said no more.

"I agreed to your conditions, and I don't have any strings attached." Zheng Wuming said in a deep voice.

His only thought now was to get the matter out of the way quickly. You must know that when he came to France, Su Qingwu was still constantly suppressing his company, and every minute he delayed, he had to lose more.

"You don't have strings attached, I do." Yan Murong said with a sneer. "Just now, you don't know the rules and screamed nonsense, ruining my beautiful mood in the afternoon, so, as the master, should you apologize for him?"

"Zheng Shao, I can't." Kunlun shouted again, and without waiting for Zheng Wuming to speak, his body suddenly jumped up, raised a punch, and smashed it into Yan Murong who was sitting on the sofa.

Zheng Wuming's face changed drastically. Kunlun's movements were too fast, and he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to.

"Hmph, how dare you be so arrogant in my territory? Underplayed. Yan Murong snorted coldly, leaned forward slightly, and while blocking Su Qingwu, he also blasted out with a punch.

"Bang-"

The fists collided with each other, making a muffled sound, and then, Kunlun's big-waisted, round-waisted, nearly two-hundred-pound body was knocked upside down by Yan Murong's punch, and the sound of bone cracking in his arm was particularly harsh.

"Bang-"

There was another loud bang, Kunlun's body knocked down a single sofa in the process of flying upside down, and smashed directly into the wall behind it, and an oil painting on the wall from an unknown period was also torn from the middle by him.

"When you go out, remember to lose the painting money." Yan Murong withdrew his fist, looked at Zheng Wuming and said lightly.

With one punch, Yan Murong only used a hard punch to knock Kunlun upside down and fly out, which surprised Zheng Wuming and at the same time, he also believed Yan Murong's words just now - indeed, Kunlun's internal strength is really not as big as a fart. At least, in front of Yan Murong.

Kunlun's situation was not much better, although Yan Murong's punch only used fifty percent of his strength, the explosion of internal strength still caused Kunlun's phalanges and arms to be fractured.

He supported the ground with his other hand, and when he struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to rush towards Yan Murong again, he was stopped by Zheng Wuming in advance.

"Enough, have you forgotten what I told you?" Zheng Wuming said with a calm face.

"I haven't forgotten, but Zheng Shao, he-" Kunlun still wanted to argue, but seeing Zheng Wuming's face gloomy and terrifying, he knew that his impulse had brought him passivity, so he obediently closed his mouth, stood aside with his injured arm in his hand, lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he had settled down.

"I'm sorry." Zheng Wuming turned around and looked at Yan Murong and said expressionlessly.

"Excuse me?" Yan Murong smiled. "I'm sorry, if it's useful, do you want the police to do it?"

As he spoke, Yan Murong changed his words and said. "But seeing that you are so sincere, I will forgive him."

"Thank you." Zheng Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Yan Murong doesn't care, then he is not too passive.

"Don't just talk about it." Yan Murong shook his head. "As I said earlier, apologies must have the sincerity of apologies, and gratitude must have the sincerity of gratitude - what are you going to use to thank me?"