It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and the neon lights on the streets were still flickering tirelessly. In front of each clubhouse, a large number of local taxis and motorbikes are gathered.

The same is the corner of the street in front of the main entrance of each clubhouse. On the mobile stalls carried by tricycles, the stall owners are busy sweating like rain.

The sound of a wok and a wok colliding, the whirring of tongues of fire from a high-powered gas stove, and the voices of people boiling in front of the stalls are intertwined. It's a scene of singing and dancing.

Zhang Saiwen sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette comfortably, when he casually flicked the cigarette ash directly onto the carpet under his feet for the third time. Han Juede, who was trapped in the boss's chair, felt that he was about to lose his patience and have an angry attack.

At this time, the office door was forcibly slammed open. In a place where he could not see for a while, the voice was noisy for more than ten seconds, and his bodyguards were seen to be twisted and carried behind their backs and poured into the office.

Among the crowd was a young man who looked about the same age as the guy sitting on the couch. The man came in and glanced at the man on the couch without speaking, and just sat down on the chair across from his desk.

Just two seconds later, Han Juede sneered in his heart: That's it? So many young prostitutes want to come to the rescue? If it weren't for the fact that tonight's group of people had a good spending power. Lao Tzu will give you one, count them all, stay and slaughter them again!

A bunch of people who have just come out of society and don't have any hair all dressed up in the society are pretending to be little ruffians, and they are still pretending to be three or four with me here. Lao Tzu licked the blood on the tip of the knife to this day! At night, the white knives went in, and when the red knives came out, these things were all liquids!

Now looking at Lao Tzu's tailor-made suit, won't he be naïve to think that your brother Han is so easy to get along with, right? In my heart, I sprayed all the people present with blood, without exception.

There is still a kind mask on his face, even if he has to go into battle later, he will not delay the appearance of a calm and breezy appearance.

Brother Han curled his fingers and tapped on the desk in front of him, and asked the young man sitting opposite with a pleasant face: Brother, which one are you playing? It's rude for you to do this, are the young people of today as undisciplined as you are?

The young man put his phone on the table and raised a palm at Brother Han. Make a gesture of calming down and silence.

Brother Han thinks it's enough! Even the Buddha had three fires, and he decided he couldn't bear it. Grabbed the phone on the table and was about to dial, when the young man's mobile phone on the table rushed to the front, and the sound sounded pleasantly.

He grabbed the phone seemingly casually and inadvertently flipped the phone screen. Brother Han saw that the name of the caller displayed on the screen was: Zhang Ju.

Just thinking about what kind of director the hell was, the young man who was sitting loosely actually stood up. Brother Han saw that he played the image of a sycophant who tends to be inflammatory, flattering, and so good.

I saw the young man hunched his waist slightly, holding his mobile phone to his ear with respect in both hands. Nodding his head, he said into the microphone: Zhang Ju, I'm Si Rui. It's okay, it's okay, it's not a big deal.

We're at the Thermaue Hotel...... Oh, young man, maybe it's a bit of a stretch...... Yes, yes, yes...... Yes yes...... Wait a minute, I'll show you...... Samowe, Sarajevo Sa, modern Mo, majestic ...... Yeah......

"I'll show you, you wait." The hand that was respectfully holding the phone with both hands just now suddenly freed up and stretched out to the desk to take a fuss, and after a long time, he finally found a pile of letterhead paper from the Summerway Group.

Then he stood on the other side of the table and grabbed it, ignoring it, and began to read the small words on the second line of the letterhead: "No. XX, XX Road, XX Community, XX Town, XX City, and the office phone number is...... Yes, the first four digits are the area code, and the last seven digits are the phone number. ”

He suddenly covered the microphone with his hand, and tapped Brother Han who was sitting on the chair with his chin: "What is the fax number of your company?" After repeating this last sentence twice, he quickly let go of the hand covering the microphone, nodded into the microphone and said:

Zhang Bureau, the fax number is not available for the time being. If it's inconvenient for you to call the police, I'll just contact them personally. It's not in a hurry, it's almost dawn anyway. We'll stay until work hours and go back......

You say Zhang Ju, I'll just write it on paper...... Zhao Zhixian, the phone number is XXX, XXXX, XXXX okay okay...... Oh, it's a film policeman...... I thought it was the head of the sub-bureau. Good good...... Qin Yong, the phone number is XXX, XXXX, XXXX, this is the director of the sub-bureau......

Good Zhang Bureau...... Disturb your old breaks. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... If you have time, our brothers and I will accompany you for a light meal...... Okay, goodbye...... Goodbye, goodbye......

I hung up the phone and threw it on the desk with a big grin. After stretching, he sat down again and began to reach into his pocket for a cigarette and fire.

Brother Han was about to ask something, but the man sitting on the sofa said dissatisfiedly, did you settle the guests when you came?

Li Sirui didn't look back, waved his hand behind him and said lazily: "Ah, I have already called a car to pull all four people back." The hotel that was arranged, Park Bolin also arranged to go back with him.

The Koreans promised to sign a trial cooperation contract with us this afternoon.

Zhang Saiwen pursed his lips dissatisfied, and said that this money was spent so much, and there was such a bad thing. I made a trial cooperation contract, what do you and Park Bolin think?

Li Sirui sat in front of Brother Han with his head bowed, a little apologetic and said, Oh, don't always want to eat and become a fat man, okay? Take your time, the important thing is to take it today, and we'll talk about it later.

The absence of the two of them had already completely angered Brother Han. But Brother Han listened carefully to the phone call of the Zhang Ju just now, and also carefully looked at the phone number written by Li Sirui on the letterhead.

The leader of the sub-bureau happened to be unknown to him, but he copied the phone number of the film police named Zhao Zhixian verbatim! This matter instantly gets tricky!

Believe him? Lao Tzu's face has all fallen to the ground, how to pick it up?

Don't believe him? To be honest, this group of people is really not worthy of his Han Jue's faith or disbelief. One of the guys standing is counted as one, and all of them are ordinary prostitutes who look polite.

As for the two people who were seated, the former entered the door and began to give him a dismount, but it had no effect at all. I didn't see the cat-and-mouse panic and even the slightest hint of surprise on his face. Does this guy really have a lot to rely on?

The latter came in so far, and it seems that he is completely a villain who tends to be inflammatory! In front of Lao Tzu, he pretended to be a villain, and answered the phone and chatted. What's the matter if you don't take people into account at all after nagging?

Looking at the crooked cigarette in front of him, sitting loosely and slowly picking out his nails, it doesn't look like acting.

How to receive such visitors? It's impossible to call and verify, and you can't just give it away without doing anything, right?