A group of young people are distributed all over the courtyard, and the ruffian appearance is very disturbing.

"What? Liu Jingen? Yang Weicheng had a black line in his head, "He owes you money, why are you looking for me?" I can tell you that he has a younger brother named Liu Mugen, go find him. ”

I thought, when I met Liu Mugen, that madman, it would be strange if I didn't kill you.

He patted his butt, grinned, patted his jeans on the shoulder, and turned to walk out.

Jeans were stunned for a moment, and said I didn't know you so well. Seeing Yang Weicheng almost walk out of the door, he came back to his senses.

"Stop!" He snorted.

Someone immediately stepped forward to stop Yang Weicheng.

"What is this for, I told you, find his brother ......," he said.

Jeans sneered: "It's not impossible to be reluctant to pay back." ”

"If there is room for negotiation, why would you break my arm?" Yang Weicheng shrugged his shoulders and blew his wound very aggrievedly.

"You're enough, your arm is scratched a little skin, is the bridge of my nose crooked?" A person next to him covered his nose and said with an urn.

His nose was red and swollen, and it was crooked about five degrees.

"Yo, it's quite serious, I didn't pay attention to it at the time, I'm sorry." Yang Weicheng leaned up to take a look and patted him on the shoulder apologetically.

As soon as he raised his hand, the guy crouched down in fright, and his angry jeans almost foamed at the mouth.

"Enough!" He yelled, his face turning blue, and he forgot what he was about to say.

Yang Weicheng felt that these little hooligans were too unprofessional.

"You, go!" Jeans make a little brother wink.

The boy scurried into the house, and before long there were fights and screams from inside.

Yang Weicheng couldn't help but look around: "What are you doing?" ”

"What's the matter, to tell you the truth, now you and Liu Jingen are in our hands!" Jeans beckoned menacingly, and one of them handed him a dangling watermelon knife.

Yang Weicheng was a little nervous now, this knife was very sharp.

Jeans waved the watermelon knife in front of his face: "Say, do you want Liu Jingen or money!" ”

"That's not nonsense, of course it costs money! Liu Jingen is not a big beauty......" Yang Weiguo concluded.

"Ahh There was a scream from inside the house.

The jeans watermelon knife forced him to his throat: "If you refuse to give money to save people, today next year will be the death day of the two of you!" ”

"Death day? How do you write that word? ”

Yang Weicheng's question stumped the jeans, he was stunned, and the knife loosened a little.

With a slight push of his fingers, Yang Weicheng pushed the blade away from himself: "Then let me change the question, you said that it was Liu Jingen inside, what to prove to me?" ”

"That's easy to say!" The back of the jeans slashed him on the back and pushed him towards the house.

In that dimly lit living room, Yang Weicheng saw Liu Jingen tied to a bench like a piglet, with scars on his body.

There were two little hooligans, one holding a chain, who was smoking. When he saw the two of them coming in, he immediately threw away his cigarette and made a gesture to hit Liu Jingen.

Jeans waved his hand: "Don't hit yet, boy, look,"

"Well, it's him." Yang Weicheng squatted down and lifted Liu Jingen's chin.

Liu Jingen seemed to be very weak, with a lot of sweat on his body, and the smell of alcohol.

"Brother, you're here!" He grinned at Yang Weicheng.

"I'm here, what's wrong with you?" Yang Weicheng asked.

Liu Jingen shook his head and shook off the beads of sweat on his chin: "These rotten boys don't say that I owe them money, they say they want to kill me." I didn't want to die yet, so they asked me to get a friend to help me. ”

"So? Found me? Yang Weicheng smiled.

Liu Jingen smiled: "Yes, I'm sorry Brother Ha." ”

"It's okay, how much is it?" Yang Weicheng asked.

"Five thousand."

"Oh, five thousand ......" Yang Weicheng nodded and stood up, and said to his jeans, "Just kill him, I don't have any money." ”

Everyone was stunned, the younger brother looked at the jeans, the jeans looked at Liu Jingen, and Liu Jingen glared at Yang Weicheng in surprise.

"Brother, it's not righteous!"

"You're not righteous." Yang Weicheng returned his hand and touched the scar on his back, "Red ink? The props team can't do it! ”

"Hey, I've got you covered." Liu Jingen smiled awkwardly.

He looked up, and the little rascals immediately stepped forward to loosen their ties and help him up.

After standing up, Liu Jingen kicked them away one by one: "Get out, you can't do any trivial things!" ”

Jeans was aggrieved: "His brain is too flexible." ”

"! I think you're stupid! Get out, go get a table of good wine and good food for Lao Tzu, I want to get drunk with my little brother. ”

The jeans ran out, and I didn't know where to get a small square table, and in less than half an hour, seven or eight dishes and two jars of rice wine were put on the table.

Yang Weicheng actually didn't want to drink with Liu Jingen here at all, after all, these two brothers were crazy.

But looking at this posture, if he refuses, he may not be able to get out of this yard.

I had to sit down.

Liu Jingen also sat down, but the first thing he did was to insert a watermelon knife on the table.

Airplanes!

The blade trembled and hummed.

"Is this a roast leg of lamb?" Yang Weicheng said with a smile.

"It was meant to kill you." Liu Jingen pointed to the watermelon knife and said.

Yang Weicheng raised his eyebrows: "Kill me?" Brother, are you kidding? ”

"No, there is a big boss who pays 50,000 yuan to buy your head." Liu Jingen said, "It just so happened that the deal was taken over by my subordinates, so I invited you here today so that everyone can get to know you." ”

He didn't tell Yang Weicheng, if he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy just now, or bit him to death and didn't know him, Yang Weicheng would be a corpse now.

"This kid is so daring!" Liu Jingen said secretly.

Yang Weicheng said in his heart, he was playing a bitter trick just now, and wanted to pit Lao Tzu for 5,000 yuan. Fortunately, I have a keen eye and can see through fake injuries.

"Really? My head is worth 50,000? Yang Weicheng joked.

Liu Jingen laughed: "I think so too, so I ......"

As soon as the words turned, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at Yang Weicheng like that.

He asked Yang Weicheng to ask himself.

Yang Weicheng twisted the chopsticks and tasted it comfortably: "Good dish." ”

"Little brother, you're going to fight with me." Liu Jingen said, "You save me once, I will save you once, last time we evened out." ”

"So?" Yang Weicheng pretended to be calm and asked.

"Take the money, buy your life!" Liu Jingen said.

Yang Weicheng grinned: "Brother, are you short of money?" ”

"There is no shortage, but I want to make money." Liu Jingen said.

Yang Weicheng nodded: "I also want to make money, and I like money so much." For me, money is like a wife. Would you give your wife to someone else? ”

Liu Jingen shook his head.

"Neither will I." Yang Weicheng smiled, "But I can help you snatch someone else's wife back, and it's no less than what I can give." ”

Liu Jingen's eyes lit up.

"Come on, stop talking, drink." Yang Weicheng poured wine for him.

The atmosphere was very congenial.

"Little brother, don't ask me who I want to buy your head. Kill me, and I won't tell you. There are rules, I have principles, and I won't tell you that the person's name is Li Zhong! ”

When he was half drunk, Liu Jingen said this.

"Yes, Brother Liu, you are the most righteous!" Yang Weicheng gave a thumbs up.

On this day, Yang Weicheng drank until more than ten o'clock before returning to the hotel, and when he got out of this door, he was covered in a cold sweat, and his clothes were all wet.

Of course, he and Liu Jingen not only drank, but also talked about a deal.

Today is really a life and death catastrophe, Yang Weicheng took a shower and sat on the bed, feeling palpitations.

"Okay, you Li Zhong, I won't get you, it's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!" Yang Weicheng thought of the middle of the night and came up with a revenge plan.

Nandao didn't plan to stay any longer, even without Li Zhong.

The next morning, he ran to find Wang Mi.

"I'm going to transfer my share, you're either?" Yang Weicheng asked directly.

Wang Mi was stunned: "Transfer, what do you mean?" ”

Real estate in the South Island is just gaining momentum, the prospect is huge, all the formalities have just been completed, and the opportunities for everyone are hard-won.

At this time, the fool will give up.

But Wang Mi knew that Yang Weicheng was definitely not a fool.

"I'm not transferring it for free, you have to earn me something, not much, 2 percent." Yang Wei became a Taoist.

Wang Mi had a black line in his head, and he made two million from his hands, and this abacus was fine.

Yang Weicheng said again: "Is it expensive? This piece of land, to say the least, will allow you to earn this amount in the future. ”

He slapped him, and Wang Mi didn't dare to guess the exact number.

"Then why did Mr. Yang quit?" Wang Mi asked.

Yang Weicheng said: "I am not here. "Nonsense, I can't tell you that the real estate here won't be hot for a few years, right?

Wang Mi thought seriously for a few minutes: "I'm sorry, I don't accept it. ”

Yang Weicheng's eyes widened in surprise: "Why?" ”

"In casinos, people always like to be lucky with the lucky one. The same is true in business, Mr. Yang, in my opinion, you are a lucky star. If you're going to transfer, I'm going to transfer too. ”

This time, Yang Weicheng has a black line in his head, and this brain is very clever.