"Mr. Wang means that the surname Jia is not enough face, right?"

Jia Chen smiled, there was no shelf, so he looked more like a laid-off worker.

"Boss Jia, your face must be enough, but what, I also have my rules, don't I?"

"I don't know what rules Mr. Wang has?" Jia Chen continued to speak, still smoking a cigarette.

Uncle Wen is dressed more like an old tea master for decades, who doesn't speak, doesn't express any opinions, and doesn't have any expression.

"It's also very simple to shake hands and make peace, kneel down and admit your mistakes."

"What if not?" Before Zhou Bocheng could speak, Jia Chen spoke.

"Boss Jia, don't give me yin

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