In Fengtai, Beijing, a billiards hall that charges by the hour and charges a lot of money is like a city, and the people inside are as enthusiastic as fire on a cold day.

There are many people playing ball, it is not surprising, but all of them are highly skilled, and they are really full of evil energy, especially in the snooker hall on the second floor, where newcomers are in it, most of them mistakenly think that they have broken into the venue of the top domestic events, because there are many national players who come here to practice, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The store is not tall, and the interior decoration is not a high-end billiards club, with a large number of masters, thanks to Ding Junhui, who became famous as a teenager.

Comrade Xiaoding's father opened the third billiards club in China, Lao Ding opened a billiards hall to achieve his son, and now his son has achieved his career.

There is a definite number in the dark.

The snooker hall is separated by a VIP hall, Comrade Xiao Ding returned to Beijing, which was the exclusive practice ground for the former billiards prodigy, and it was open to the public when he was not in Beijing.

At this time, the VIP hall gathered four young people with good temperament, but unfortunately the ball skills and the admirable temperament do not match, compared to the professional or semi-professional snooker masters outside the VIP hall who brought their own equipment, it was miserable, and the waiter standing on the side looked helplessly.

"Ziwen, Lao Tian, can you do it? After playing for half an hour, there are still so many red balls left, and Yang Zi and I are about to vomit from the toss of the two of you. Not far from the table, Wu Jie, who was smoking with his legs crossed, couldn't help but complain.

"Damn, this platform hole is too small, which affects my performance." Wei Ziwen said something to amuse everyone present, including the waiters.

At this time, the door of the VIP hall was pushed open, Wang Xiaofei walked in with a smile, and finally stayed up until Friday evening, and he could temporarily get out of the cadre training center under closed management, and he was in a good mood.

"Xiaofei, you have a good look, did you harm a beautiful little girl?" Wei Ziwen did not forget to ridicule Wang Xiaofei when he played.

"You don't know where I stay, aunts are scarce, let alone beautiful little girls." Wang Xiaofei pretended to be bitter and sighed.

"Look at you for such a miserable sake, tonight I will find you two flower-level SAO goods from the Beijing Film School, with a childish face ** thin waist and long legs, you can't wait to die." Wei Ziwen straightened his waist and closed the pole, staring at Wang Xiaofei with a wicked smile.

"I'm not as lustful as you are." Wang Xiaofei sarcastically mocked Wei Ziwen, who was already familiar with these big courtyard disciples, teasing each other, joking and nonsense, without any pressure.

Wei Ziwen smiled and raised his middle finger at Wang Xiaofei.

Wang Xiaofei also responded with his middle finger, then sat next to Yang Chen, and whispered, "Tang Rui called me." ”

"Say what?" Yang Chen asked curiously.

"I apologized around the bush and said that I wanted to shake hands and make peace." Wang Xiaofei said calmly, not excited, he knew that this was the result of Yang Zi helping him.

"Whether the game will continue or not, he doesn't count." Yang Chen smiled coldly, reached out and screwed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and asked Wang Xiaofei, "What do you think?" ”

"There's no deep hatred, I think it's best to point to the end, the rabbit is in a hurry to bite, not to mention the Tang family." Wang Xiaofei said what he wanted.

Yang Chen groaned and nodded slowly, in fact, a series of actions against Tang Rui were aimed at maximizing intimidation and deterrence, and it was definitely not a prelude to your death.

A soldier who surrenders without a fight.

Yang Chen has always been proficient in this way, Tang Rui chose to compromise, and he fell into the hands of this guy.

On the other side, Wu Jie, who was swallowing clouds and spitting fog, pondered for a moment, frowned, and said: "That kid Tang Rui is good at both soft and hard, even if he is soft, he will never let his opponent look down on him." ”

Yang Chen smiled: "What do you mean, he will do something to scare me." ”

Wu Jie nodded, reminiscing about the unbearable past, sighed, and said: "The second eldest of the Tang family, Tang Zhan, is a powerful character, if he hadn't taken another path, the younger generation in Beijing City, no one would be able to compete with him." ”

"Tang Zhan" Yang Chen squinted and muttered, Lao Wu, who never presumptuously commented on a person like this, which shows that this person is extremely not simple.

It's okay like this, it's nice to crush the opponent, but in the end, there is less passion, and a powerful character pops up, and this battle is a little interesting.

Yang Chen thought about it, picked up the mineral water on the glass round table, unscrewed the lid, and took two sips silently, while at the same time, a group of people broke into the VIP room.

"When are you guys fighting?" The young man led by him asked Wei Ziwen Tianli aggressively, and the remaining six or seven people arrogantly despised Yang Chen, Wu Jie, and Wang Xiaofei who were sitting.

"How long do we have to worry about your" Wei Ziwen looked around coldly and rubbed the powder on the head of the pole unhurriedly, daring to call his peers, there are only two kinds of huge Beijing City, one is quite bullish, but except for Tang Zhan, who has been away from Beijing for many years, and Zhang Lingfeng, who has completely declined, there is no third one yet.

The remaining one is this kind of second force who doesn't know the height of the sky, clean them up, drop them, don't clean them up, endlessly, look upset.

"Yo, it's pretty awesome." The tall and thin young man led by him walked up to Wei Ziwen with a sneer, stretched out his hand to pat Wei Dashao's cheek, unscrupulously, and said, "Give you a minute to disappear." ”

"Disappear your mother!"

Wei Ziwen suddenly made a move, and poked the arrogant young man's lower abdomen with a sharp and thin rod head, these two people were caught off guard, and they fell to the ground after being poked, and they almost lost their breath.

Tian Li shot harder, slammed the cue, the thicker one, and threw a person on the face, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken cheekbones, although Wei Ziwen Tian Li could not compare to Yang Chen and Wu Jie's skills, but with the help of cleaning up three or five ordinary people, it was no problem, swinging the club and smashing and poking, like a bamboo.

Six or seven people stumbled out of the VIP room, each more embarrassed than the other.

Dozens of people gathered in the snooker hall on the second floor looked at each other in surprise.

"Grass! Wait! Fight Lao Tzu in Beijing, you are looking for death! The young man at the head covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at Wei Ziwen with the other, furious.

SB！

Wei Ziwen smirked.

"Don't be complacent, I'll make you cry later!" The young man gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and after about twenty minutes, more than 100 green-skinned men rushed up to the second floor with murderous spirit, most of them carrying sticks and machetes.

The director of the billiards club panicked and couldn't contact the boss, so he had to call the police directly.

"Wei Shao, who to cut?" The bald man who took the lead opened his triangular eyes and stared at the strangers in the hall, as if these people were all lambs to the slaughter in his eyes.

The young man said with a hideous face: "Those bastards are in the VIP hall, give me to abolish them." ”

The bald man said that there was no problem, and then waved his hand, and dozens of younger brothers understood, rushing into the VIP hall like wolves and tigers.

The beaten young man smirked, but the smile lasted for just a few seconds before his face froze, and those who rushed in flew out one after another.

[Author's digression]: Go back to your hometown to accompany your parents for a Mid-Autumn Festival, delay for a few days, you can only catch up with them in the Mid-Autumn Festival for ten days a year, I hope you understand, of course, a force to make everyone understand is not a thing, there are twenty days left in this month, I will desperately update.