One in front, followed by eight zeros, and the nine digits on the check make people shine little stars in front of their eyes.

How much money can you make by opening a mahjong parlor? According to the table fee of 20 yuan per circle of a table, starting from the afternoon business, a table can be 20 circles in the early morning of the next day, and six is 120 circles, which adds up to only more than 2,000 yuan, and only 60,000 yuan a month.

"Give." So, Brother Prince generously threw the envelope to Yan Murong, and then grabbed the check like a robbery, looked left and right, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and the fat on his face also shook and trembled, and then he quickly stuffed the check into his pants pocket, waved his hand to Yan Murong and Yang Yi, and said. "Alright, you can go."

"Let's go?" Yan Murong sneered, opened the seal of the envelope, poured all the contents on the table, and asked. "This is what you call evidence?"

Yang Yi looked over and immediately became angry. "You're a scam, do you know? You will be held legally responsible. Give us the check back. ”

The envelope was not filled with evidence, but a pile of cut pieces of cardboard, which made people feel like photos, if Yan Murong didn't open it to look at it, but turned around and left directly, and waited until he found it and came back, it is estimated that he would not admit it - of course, he would not admit it now.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Brother Crown Prince raised his head blankly. "What checks, what scams? There's no one you're looking for, so let's go. ”

"Are you sure?" Yan Murong didn't laugh angrily, but that smile made people feel chills when they looked at it.

He was angry, and he didn't know if the consequences were serious for the time being, but Yan Murong was very angry now.

He already had nowhere to vent the fire in his belly, but now it's good that this fat man hit him directly.

"I—"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-"

So, before the prince brother had time to say a few cruel words to get rid of people, a big color TV appeared in front of him - a whiteboard.

The mahjong table was overturned by Yan Murong, and a table of scattered mahjong smashed towards Brother Prince, and Brother Prince was also smashed under the mahjong table.

"Lawyer Yang, is this considered justified defense?" Yan Murong asked.

"Yes, of course." Yang Yi replied quickly.

From a lawyer's point of view, he didn't approve of Yan Murong's approach, but from the perspective of an ordinary person, he couldn't wait for Yan Murong to dismantle this fat man, refining oil from the fat and making bacon from the thin one - of course, the skin and bones of this body can't be frequented, and it can also be made with a few drums and drumsticks.

"Okay, I've always been law-abiding, so I'll listen to the lawyer and continue to defend myself - Lawyer Yang, stand aside and be careful of splashing blood." Yan Murong smiled, stood up, and picked up the folding bench where he was sitting with his buttocks low, and the bench smashed on the back of the prince brother who had just come out of the bottom of the table.

"Ahh

A cry of pain came, and the prince's buttocks, which he had just pouted, flattened again.

Sure enough, it was a good weapon, Yan Murong looked at the bench in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

In the movie "God of Food", Zhou Xingxing was repaired by the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats with a bench during his cooking in Shaolin Temple, of course, he later learned the application of this weapon, which can not only be used as a tool for rest when he is tired, but also as a weapon at critical moments, and is easy to carry, making it difficult to doubt.

At this time, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps upstairs, and it seemed that the person who was resting above heard the screams of the prince brother and ran down to support.

The first person who appeared at the top of the stairs was the lean man who opened the door for them, he saw the miserable appearance of the prince brother lying on the ground, and looked at the bench held by Yan Murong in his hand, before he could scold, the bench came out of Yan Murong's hand, rotated hundreds of degrees in the air, and smashed directly on his face.

This unlucky kid just rushed down and announced the failure of the mission, and the fate of the whole cannon fodder.

There were two other people behind him, and they instinctively tried to pull him, but he rolled down the stairs too fast to stop.

Next, Yan Murong did the same again, picked up a bench and threw it over, so the second person who rushed down was also hit by the door, and rolled down the stairs as a rolling gourd.

With the experience of the past, the third person did not dare to rampage so arrogantly, he leaned against the wall, cautiously looked at the bench in Yan Murong's hand, rubbing down little by little, losing the battle and losing people, even if he walked down, he had already lost.

"Huh? Anyone else? Yan Murong's eyes suddenly looked behind him, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

So, the third person was overjoyed and turned his head in surprise, but there was no one behind him, and when he realized that he had been fooled and turned around, a bench smashed over, so he followed in the footsteps of the two predecessors in front of him.

"Idiot." Yan Murong clapped his hands and said with a look of disdain.

At this time, the crown prince also got up from the ground, feeling dizzy and swelling, and his back hurt, as if his bones had been broken, he turned over, and looked at Yan Murong with fear in his eyes.

This is really the Yangtze River after Lang pushing the front Lang, generation after generation Lang - oh no, the former Lang died on the beach.

He has been mixed for more than 30 years, and he has never seen such a ruthless young man, he will beat him when he says it, without warning, and he is fierce, and he always likes to slap people in the face.

Seeing his three subordinates lying there with blood on their faces, the fat flesh of the prince couldn't help but tremble.

"The check will be returned to me." Yan Murong squatted down and looked at Brother Prince with a smile, his voice was extremely gentle.

"Also, I still pay it back." How dare he bargain now, Yan Murong's kind smile and gentle voice were the signs before the storm in his eyes at this time. He had no doubt that if he hesitated, he would pick up something and smash it in his face.

Yan Murong took the check, tore it to pieces directly, looked at the prince brother and said. "Alright, I won't blame you about the check, but now it's time for you to blackmail me."

"Thanks—what?" Brother Prince was stunned. Listening to the first half of the sentence, he just wanted to say thank you and celebrate that he had escaped by the way, but the second half of the sentence tasted wrong.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank you, it's not too late to thank you when you finish settling the account you blackmailed me." Yan Murong smiled, his eyes swept over his two hundred catties, and muttered. "Well, there's too much meat, it doesn't hurt, where can I start?"

"Don't, don't hit me." Brother Prince said immediately. "Brother, don't do it, you name it, I'll give you as much as you want."

"How much do you give?"

"Yes, yes, brother, you name it." Brother Crown nodded busily.

"Smack!"

Yan Murong slapped his fat face and said angrily. "Do you think that people who can come up with 100 million will lack your money? Are you insulting me? ”