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It is said that there are people in the DPRK and China who are easy to handle, and this is not true at all.

Just when Ye Ji Xiaohu was still trying his best to inquire about the effective information of the second-generation Song Jun in the city, Wu Chen, who relied on his friend to connect with him, was already sitting at the same table with Song Jun for dinner.

In the city, Seven Cities Hotel.

Qicheng Hotel is a large-scale hotel integrating accommodation, catering, conference and business. Located on the central axis of the city, the transportation is convenient and the vision is wide. If the Seven Cities Hotel is the highest grade in the Seven Cities, dedicated to the Seven Cities leadership team to receive foreign guests and "sea" bigwigs, then the Seven Cities Hotel can be regarded as the top three stores in the Seven Cities.

It took a lot of effort for Wu Chen to entertain Song Jun here, not to mention himself, it was difficult for his father to book a box for the day.

As the former provincial capital, the city is no better than several other urban districts, perhaps Wu Chen's uncle Wu Hai has a certain amount of power in the north of the city, and his father, who abandoned official officials and joined business, is well-known in all seven cities.

But as the center of the entire Seventh Safe City-State, the Seven Cities Hotel has to have a certain relationship if you want to eat here in addition to being rich. The people who can come here to eat are nothing more than high-ranking officials and nobles, and the second generation of Wu Chen's level is indeed a little insufficient.

But in order to be able to get the cigarette factory project in his hands, Wu Chen can be regarded as having made a bloody investment. Just to book a box in the Seven Cities Hotel cost a little 30,000 yuan, which is still a relationship between asking grandpa to sue grandma. It can be seen that I am a martial artist, how difficult it is to meet this time.

"Bang knock!"

Just when Wu Chen was sitting alone at the dinner table, even the tea in front of him had been refilled twice, and he was bored. Song Jun, the youngest son of the Tobacco Bureau, finally pushed the door into the box.

"Yo! You are the one Tongtong said, your family sells fake and shoddy Wuchen everywhere in the Seven Cities, right? ”

As soon as Song Jun entered the door, he didn't make any sense, and his nostrils turned to the sky and scolded Wu Chen.

“……”

This depends on our martial arts and young people's previous character, so we have to return the color immediately, but now people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they have to endure this breath.

Wu Chen smiled, stood up and replied, "Brother Jun, sit down, I'll go and let them serve the food quickly." ”

As soon as he saw Wu Chen get up, Song Jun immediately stretched out his hand again and said, "Eh! Our young guys, don't be old and compare poles with empty heads or brains? The food in this Seven Cities Hotel is also quite expensive, if you have something to say, if there is no JB matter, there is no common language between us, so we will not waste time, what do you think? ”

Just listening to this sentence, Song Jun is indeed quite considerate of Wu Chen, and the whole person seems to be down-to-earth enough!

But Song Jun's next burying made Wu Chen feel a little tired in his heart.

"You say that I'm a high-ranking cadre, what do I have to do with the white gloves of a copper-smelling peddler like you? Is it necessary for you to be polite to me? I'll tell you the truth, that is, Tongtong's small electric motor is really exciting, I've played it several times and I can't get enough, otherwise I can't waste this time to come and run with you, you know? ”

"Hmm...... Be! Thank you, Brother Jun, for taking the time to admire your face..."

Today's meeting is completely different from what Wu Chen expected, like Song Jun, who has a vulgar language, and basically doesn't have a word on it when he opens his mouth, it is indeed quite unusual in the second generation.

Although Wu Chen has been in contact with many second generations, there are also many people with bad tempers. However, on the surface, everyone maintains a superficial decency, after all, they have to take care of the face of their parents. But like Song Jun, who is more dilaizi than Dilaizi, he is a little confused when two sentences come out.

Of course, what really made him suffer 10,000 critical hits was the small electric motor named Tongtong in Song Jun's mouth, which was the goddess of Wu Chen's student days! Chatting for a day also shattered people's dreams, and Wu Chen's heart can be imagined how uncomfortable he was.

But if you have to say that Song Jun doesn't understand anything, like a stunned person, it's not right.

After all, when he ridiculed Wu Chen before, he also pointed out Wu Chen's identity by the way, and told him clearly, I know very well what your situation and background are, can this kind of person give it for nothing?

"That's it! Don't talk to me, if you have something to say, hurry up! Song Jun grabbed the cigarette case with a wave of his hand, lit a cigarette without any marking, and said very impatiently.

"Brother Jun, let me tell you this, I am now working with Brother Xi, and he handed over the work of building the Seven Cities Cigarette Factory in the northern suburbs of the city to me." Wu Chen finally figured out his thoughts and said according to the original plan.

"Stop!" Song Jun took a puff of cigarette and replied with a frown: "Who you mess with me has nothing to do with it, understand?" No matter how well he Yuan Xi mixes, I, Song Jun, won't eat a bite of him. Besides, where the cigarette factory is built, can you have the final say? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wu Chen, who was extremely aggrieved, had no choice but to follow Song Jun's words and said: "This project has to be said by your family, and we are ......."

"Bang!"

Who knew that before Wu Chen finished speaking, Song Jun, who had been a little impatient, suddenly burst out, slapped the table and stood up, and scolded angrily: "I'll go to your M's!" Are you deliberately setting up a trap for Lao Tzu when you speak? What do you mean by my family? This is a matter decided by the leadership team of the Seven Cities of Tama, do you know? ”

"I'll just say that you peddlers don't have a good word in your mouth! Damn, Lao Tzu will come again today! ”

After scolding, Song Jun left the table directly.

If you want to say that Song Jun is a bastard, people's thinking is very clear. looked at the people with a big grin, and there was no one to speak. But no matter what you say, his key point is to grasp one by one, and he must not let you deviate from the rhythm.

From this alone, it can be seen that Song Jun is not the kind of stunned person who can't talk but has no brains in his eyes.

At this time, Wu Chen, who was scolded by Song Jun, had just turned around, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he had no choice but to throw out the chips used to prepare the final showdown as soon as possible.

"Brother Jun, the group of people you inquired about all over the Seven Cities, I know where they are, and they have something to do with this project!"

Song Jun, who had already walked to the door of the box and was about to push the door away, suddenly turned his head and stared at Wu Chen for a long time, then returned to his previous seat.

looked at Wu Chen coldly, and said word by word: "Little cub, if you dare to use this matter to have fun with me and find excitement, I will let you be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, do you believe it?" ”

Wu Chen's forehead instantly broke out with fine sweat, but he still pretended to be calm and pointed to the table and replied: "Brother Jun, I'm going to lie to you about this, I'll eat all this table!" ”

Immediately, Wu Chen spent about three or five minutes telling Song Jun the whole thing as it was.

The authenticity of the matter can basically reach more than ninety-five percent, and after Wu Chen learned that Song Jun was not so stunned on the surface, he didn't dare to mix some of his own feelings to expand the truth, for fear of self-defeating.

After listening to Wu Chen's words, Song Jun frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.