Zhao Junhao smiled slightly and also stood up.

The hands of the two were clasped tightly.

For Zhao, it was undoubtedly an extremely successful negotiation.

Just let the people of the Longmen Club deposit money in Jinghai ICBC, or the funds that can be transferred later.

In essence, it didn't cost a penny, and it got a strong ally.

Perhaps in terms of status and net worth, Ding Wenyan may not be as good as some members of the Longmen Society.

But the power he wielded, the money he was able to mobilize, and his knowledge of all kinds of information in the land of Jinghai were beyond the reach of any member of the Dragon Gate Society.

It can be expected that in the war between Zhao Junhao and the Su family, Ding Wenyan will be a great help.

For Ding Wenyan, this is a very risky venture, but the benefits will be incomparably huge after success.

It was a big gamble.

And the reason why he chose to throw a big throw was not all because of the energy shown by Zhao Junhao, but also because of Zhao Junhao.

Extremely confident, extremely calm, so that people can't see clearly, can't figure it out.

He was impressed by Zhao Junhao's personal charm.

He felt that if the Su family would be destroyed in the hands of one person, then that person would be none other than Zhao Junhao.

As Zhao Junhao himself said, Ding Wenyan believes that Zhao Junhao will not be defeated.

Many years later, the dying Ding Wenyan sat in a wheelchair and talked to his great-grandson about today, still full of red light, proud of his eyesight and courage.

Now that the cooperation has been reached, Zhao Junhao and Ding Wenyan found a very low-key restaurant and had a simple dinner together.

During the banquet, it was inevitable to discuss the details of cooperation.

These are not mentioned, when the time came to half past six in the evening, and Kong Sansi had not received the news from the Dark Star Club, he was very irritable.

"After receiving so much money from Lao Tzu, it won't be that things haven't been done, right? Exercise! ”

Pinching his phone, Kong Sansi scolded in a low voice.

His son Kong Feiyang sat aside.

He licked his lips with a grim expression.

"Maybe it's being done? Dad, you also said that this club is very reliable, isn't it? They shouldn't be able to handle an out-of-town hillbilly. ”

Kong Sansi heard that it was reasonable, and his expression softened a little.

"That's right. That son of a bitch, don't get killed! ”

At six thirty sharp, not a second was bad, and Kong Sansi's phone rang.

He saw that it was Mr. Qin calling, so he hurriedly picked it up.

"Where can I get the goods?"

Kong Sansi couldn't wait to ask.

"The goods haven't arrived yet."

The other party's reply disappointed Kong Sansi.

He roared angrily.

"What!? Didn't you say that it would be delivered at half past six? I've given all the money, what are you going to do!? ”

"You are a dignified dark star, a master like a cloud, even a person like Chen Tianqiao can handle it, but you can't handle a hillbilly?"

"I'm really a dog, I've been waiting for seven and a half hours, and you told me I didn't do it!?"

……

Mr. Qin waited patiently until Kong Sansi had finished venting his dissatisfaction before he spoke.

"Mr. Kong, let me ask you a question. What did we collect money and it didn't work out? ”

Kong Sansi was stunned for a moment.

"Nope."

"No, not before, and not this time."

Mr. Qin said in a flat tone.

"We're sorry that we didn't do what we agreed upon, because the idea was very strong. If we want to do this in a foolproof way, we must make adequate preparations. ”

"Our backbone is in the field, and we have stepped up to mobilize them back. It takes up to 24 hours for the goods to be delivered to you. ”