The accident that occurred on the commercial street where people came and went naturally attracted a lot of onlookers.

The manager of the Gucci store looked at the crowd outside the store, gritted his teeth, and was about to dare to call back the number of Butler Xi.

Drip, drip, drip.

Her phone rang.

The caller is none other than Butler Xi!

"My lord, it's not good, Young Master Zhao Tian ...... him"

Butler Xi, the spokesperson of the Xitian Foundation.

The Xitian Consortium only invests, not cooperates.

Looking at the whole world, I am afraid that only the Xitian Consortium will not consider any form of cooperation, nor does it care whether the so-called partners have money or not.

Because in this world, there is no one who can be richer than the Xitian Consortium!

The Rothschilds, who claim to be the richest in the world......

In front of the Xitian Consortium, he can only be regarded as a fart!

Of course, the Gucci store manager didn't know that.

She only knew that a phone call from Butler Xi could make Gucci headquarters call her in person, and a word could make Li Qiwen nod her head.

He will definitely be able to settle the current predicament for Zhao Tian!

"I have my own arrangements for this, I will call you just to inform one thing, within three days, go to Gucci headquarters to report."

What?

The manager of the Gucci store was shocked.

She was just concerned about Zhao Tian's safety, and then she ...... Promoted?

Honk.

The phone hangs up.

Continent, Florence.

In an old palace, an old man with white hair and rich clothes sits on a crystal bench, drinking expensive red wine and looking through his phone.

This person is exactly the one who is in the eyes of all large consortium organizations and enterprise families, and a phone call is comparable to that of a judge asking for his life!

Drip, drip, drip.

His sudden ringing.

When I looked down, it was actually a WeChat notification.

In the chat box of WeChat, there is an extra group out of thin air.

Project Xitian Behind-the-Scenes Escort (5)

Steward Xi: "Welcome to the behind-the-scenes escort team of the Xitian Project. ”

Black God: "The address of Steward Xi has been found." ”

Killing God: "The man who assassinated the Steward of Xi is already on the way." ”

Qingshen: "The professional scavenger team is on standby. ”

Homo sapiens: "Human intelligence is no more than that. ”

Butler Xi: "......"

The god of killing has been banned.

"Tian'er has encountered a little trouble, Black God, I need you to adjust the insurance policy of Tian'er's motorcycle, and I will arrange other things."

"Adjusted."

[Your compensation amount is 100 times!] 】

One...... A hundredfold?

Zhao Tian couldn't believe his ears a little.

His Dodge Tomahawk ordinary car, which is worth more than six million, is now worth six hundred million?

"Not enough?"

Zheng Xi and Zhao Tian were unmoved in the face of the mountain of three million, which made Li Wenjun very unhappy.

Syllable!

Li Wenjun directly threw the car key in his hand into Zhao Tian's face.

"Groove! You see that I have money, and you are deliberately deceiving me, right? Okay, Lao Tzu will compensate you for my car, do you think it is enough? ”

Hiss!

The crowd gasped.

Although the front of this car has been knocked out of shape, it is a Lamborghini.

Even if it's scrap metal now, it's 100 million times stronger than your broken motorcycle!

"Handsome guy, listen to my uncle's advice, accept it when you see it, take this car, and sell it as a second-hand car, there are tens of millions of dollars, isn't this better than your motorcycle?" A kind-looking middle-aged man pulled Zhao Tian's clothes and said kindly.

Zhao Tian grabbed the Lamborghini car key and just wanted to speak.

"This car, of course, is not given for nothing, you just need to kneel down and lick my leather shoes clean, and say that you Zhao Tian should not work against me Li Wenjun, the three million on the ground and this car are all yours."

Li Wenjun jumped off the Lamborghini, stood in front of Zhao Tian, pointed to his leather shoes, and said proudly.

"Of course, you can also disobey me, but you have to remember clearly that no one who dares to disobey my Li Wenjun in Xinhai City will end well!"

Syllable!

Zhao Tian directly threw the car key in his hand into Li Wenjun's face.

"I said, the money is not enough, your car plus the three million, it is still not enough, don't you understand?"