The wagers for the bets, as well as the subsidies for the political ranks, as well as the viewing fees charged by the clubhouse for all viewers, as well as the fees for some other special services.

And Quanfeng is of course this beneficiary, so the relationship between Quanfeng and Qianyu is just a relationship between interests and interests, Quanfeng provides a platform for Qianyu, and Qianyu makes money for Quanfeng, of course Qianyu will not give Quanfeng a better face.

Quan Feng looked at the palm that he had just been touched by Qian Yu, and he hooked his lips and smiled for the first time, his fingers were slowly retracted and clenched into a fist, and then he touched his palm unsatisfactorily, and the skin that had been beaten by Qian Yu was slightly numb, and it went directly to his whole body.

An unknown meaning flashed in Quan Feng's dark eyes.

He pushed his cheeks slightly with his tongue and whispered, "Interesting."

"Start tonight", Quan Feng said to the waiter behind him: "Miss Qianyu will go down to rest."

Qian Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Quan Feng, what kind of ghost is this? said: "Just call me Zero", then left Quan Feng with the back of his head, and followed the waiter out.

Quan Feng hooked his lips and looked at the back of Qianyu leaving, and his mouth was still muttering, "Qianyu", a good name.

The waiters standing at the door looked at their boss in such a state and felt that they had seen the hell in broad daylight, and their boss actually showed such an expression??

This is to ...... Could it be that the 10,000-year-old Uncle Tie is going to bloom.

Thinking of this, all the waiters couldn't help but tremble slightly, they didn't dare to think about it, they really didn't dare to think about it.

But looking at the look in their boss's eyes when he looked at Qianyu, it seemed that there was a problem no matter how he looked at it.

…………

Clubhouse fighting is slightly more stylish than street fighting, but no matter how stylish it is, it's just a brutal game in a gorgeous coat.

The entertainment of all the people and the income of the club are built on the bones of countless fighters. sweet potato

Quan Feng obviously seemed to take unusual care of Qian Yu, and all the opponents were actually paddling on her all night.

bang

The door was kicked open by Qian Yu.

Jeon was sitting behind his desk with a pair of rimless glasses on his face and a document in his hand.

Looking at Qian Yu, who was standing at the door rudely and kicking in the door, there was no surprised expression on his face, but there was a banter in his black eyes.

Qian Yu stood at the door and looked at Quan Feng's expression and knew that Quan Feng was deliberate, walked to Quan Feng's office desk, put his hands on the table, leaned over to look at Quan Feng, and said, "What do you mean?" ”。

Quan Feng raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it obvious?" ”。

"I'm not interested in you", Qian Yu sat on the chair with cold eyes, and said, "I can now suspect that you are violating the contract we signed".

Quan Feng raised his eyebrows, hooked his lips and chuckled, "I hired you to fight for me, and you can also be my fighter alone."

"Oh?" , Qianyu really didn't expect that he would attract such a rotten peach blossom as Quan Feng.

"I came to the club to fight, to go to the mirror, can you satisfy me?"

Quan Feng frowned and looked at Qian Yu, "With me, you don't have to run around to survive, isn't that good?" The subtext is that he can't do it.

Qian Yu sneered, with disdain in his eyes, the meaning was obvious, Quan Feng was stimulated by the disdain in Qian Yu's eyes, isn't the condition he prescribed, isn't it the dream that every slum person pursues all his life?

Qian Yu looked at Quanfeng's dog-like appearance, and thought that Quanfeng was the flower of Kaolin, but he didn't expect that he was such a superficial person.