"Brother Tian."

Da Fu took a puff of cigarette, pressed his right hand on the table, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "You have said it, democratic, since this is the case, then I will give him a chance to let Wu Zhihui speak at the table." ”

"Huh?"

Ren Qingtian chuckled when he heard this, didn't speak, and glanced at Uncle Xing and Feilong.

The two of them just shrugged their shoulders, showing innocent expressions, they were both old foxes, and naturally they would not refute the point of view of the great mourning.

"Dah."

Ren Qingtian raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Okay, Hui Zai, sit down." He looked at Wu Zhihui, who was sitting beside him, and lightly tapped his fingers on the table, and said seriously:

"You talk about it yourself, whether it's qualified or not, whether I say it or not, it depends on everyone's opinion."

"Wu Zhihui."

Da Fu's eyes looked Wu Zhihui up and down: "Do you know, you are still the first person who can serve the table, if it weren't for Brother Tian to support you, you wouldn't be qualified to appear here." ”

He was domineering, and he didn't look at Wu Zhihui with straight eyes, his eyes were slanted: "Give you a guest, follow me in the future, this is already a good face for you, do you know." ”

Keqing, not a member of the club, but you can talk to the boss of the club, to put it bluntly, you still spend money to pay the fees, but it is much better than those who pay the fees ordinarily.

At least, you can do things in the name of the community, the circle is much wider, and there will be a lot less things.

For people outside, this position is still good, and ordinary people can't get this position.

"Big mourner."

Wu Zhihui took out a cigarette and sent it around, but when he arrived at the funeral, he was stopped by the funeral, he didn't care, he lit one himself, and took a puff: "You are willing to give me a place, I am so grateful." ”

Speaking of which.

Wu Zhihui paused for a moment, stared at the big funeral, and sucked the cigarette in his mouth, and the tobacco made a faint burning sound.

He raised his hand and patted his face: "But, do you think that my Wu Zhihui has the word "Hit the Street" written on his face? ”

"Keqing, I'm not even a disciple of the community, I belong to the periphery, I don't want Keqing's position, Keqing? What is it for? Spend money on business to buy peace?! ”

"If I were that kind of burden, I wouldn't be here today, I, Wu Zhihui, appeared here, then I just want to do things for the club and help Brother Tian solve things."

Tonight, although Wu Zhihui was sitting in the corner, he had been observing a few people, and he had the most mourning words and was obviously anti-against Ren Qingtian.

Moreover, the position given by the funeral is obviously a pit, since this is the case, then Wu Zhihui is not welcome.

"Smack!"

Da Fu's face instantly fell, slapped on the table, and stood up with a "rub", full of fierce expression: "Wu Zhihui, what qualifications do you have to dare to talk to me like this?!" ”

"Pay some money and give you a guest, you can burn incense and worship the Buddha, do you know that many people outside want to squeeze this position when they break their heads!"

"I'm not qualified."

Wu Zhihui looked at the mourning without humility or arrogance, but his speech was clear and loud, sonorous and powerful: "But what do you think of me Wu Zhihui?" Lese? ”

"I pay for the guest? Jokes, I, Wu Zhihui, came out to mix, nothing else, just adhering to a concept, and what I earned will never be sent out! ”

"The money hasn't been paid yet, so you're going to let me pay it? What do I do? Do charity! ”

His gaze swept over Ren Qingtian and the others: "I'm here to help the club, since the big mourning brother doesn't look down on me Wu Zhihui, that's okay, I'm also not interested." ”

After speaking.

Wu Zhihui got up directly and walked outside.

"Tsk.."

Ren Qingtian glanced at Wu Zhihui, who turned around and left, turned to look at the big funeral, and said casually: "There is only one Hui Zai, he is gone, you help me take care of the territory?" ”

Da Fu's expression was uncertain, looking at Ren Qingtian.

"You're looking for death!!"

He suddenly slapped the table and got up, reached out and buckled directly at the back of Wu Zhihui's neck, and at the same time reached out to grab the teapot and was about to smash Wu Zhihui's head: "You think this is your vegetable market, come if you want, and leave if you want?!" ”

Da Fu, who is nearly 1.85 meters tall, stands up a few points taller than Wu Zhihui, full of oppression, and shoots quickly.

"Smack!"

Wu Zhihui seemed to have eyes behind him, and he raised his hand to block very quickly, and his palm followed the movement, and he instantly grabbed the palm of the big mourner.

Force!

"Click"

The palm of the mourner's hand was pinched by Wu Zhihui, and the knuckles made a joint sound, and a sharp pain struck, and there was no ability to react.

“！”

The pupils of Da Fu's eyes shrank, and there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, and his face turned red instantly, and he couldn't break free.

He never thought that Wu Zhihui would have such skills.

"That's it!"

The corners of Ren Qingtian's mouth were slightly raised, and he shook his hand: "Hui Zai, still don't let go?" It's not big, it's not small. ”

It was a reproach, but the tone was not in the slightest harshness.

"Okay, hello."

Da Fu gritted his teeth, put his relaxed hand next to his body, and trembled visibly to the naked eye, his entire right arm could not hold his strength, and his bones seemed to be crushed.

It hurts, it hurts!

"Humph!"

Wu Zhihui snorted coldly and pouted disdainfully: "Pinch me Wu Zhihui as a soft persimmon?" Grass mud horses, there are no three melons and two dates, and I Wu Zhihui don't dare to come out and mix! ”

He raised his chin, and his face was full of arrogance: "Do you really think that I, Wu Zhihui, can only live by relying on you?" ”

"Vegetable farm, credit company, take out which is not innocent and righteous, the bad guy has to call me when he sees me, I enter the club, and what I bring to the club will only be benefits, understand?!"

"Asking for money? There are no doors! ”

Suddenly.

There was an instant silence in the tea room.

Uncle Xing and Feilong exchanged glances with each other, and then looked at Ren Qingtian.

The smile on Ren Qingtian's face remained unchanged, and he sat in his seat with a smile, still smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

His attitude is very clear.

"Hahaha, interesting."

Uncle Xing chuckled lightly and looked at Wu Zhihui: "I am a little interested in Hui Zai, a young boy, the vegetable market and the licensed credit company are all in the right business, and I am very optimistic." ”

"Besides, come out and mix, just be crazy enough, enough, this kid, I think it's okay!"

The white paper fan relies on a mouth, and he has to have face, since Ren Qingtian supports him, he has nothing to say.

After speaking.

He picked up the teacup in the center on his right and drank it down.

The plum blossom array lit up.

"I don't care."

Feilong looked indifferent, and habitually shrugged his shoulders: "Whatever Uncle Xing says to Brother Tian, I will do it, since Brother Tian and Uncle Xing have no opinion, I don't care." ”

He himself is a red stick, and there is nothing else, but he can fight, and the people in his hands can also fight.

Wu Zhihui has nothing to do with him, his strength is here, why bother to be in front of Qingtian, he is uncomfortable.

He picked up the teacup and drank it down.

"You..."

Da Fu looked at the two of them who expressed their positions so quickly, and they couldn't say what they wanted to say, so they had to stare at Wu Zhihui with their teeth clenched.

"Huh."

Ren Qingtian glanced at the mourning who had not yet expressed his position, shook his head with a smile, reached out again and took out four teacups, and poured them full of tea in turn.

Four cups of tea, three full cups side by side, one full cup in another.

Zhao Yun joined the formation.

Ren Qingtian took the initiative to push the other full cup forward, placed it on the same level as the three full cups in a row, and then stretched out his hand:

"Come, please tea."

"Okay."

Wu Zhihui looked at Ren Qingtian and took a drink under his motion.

Array, it's Ren Qingtian.

Breaking the formation, it is also Ren Qingtian.

What Ren Qingtian means is self-evident.

Seeing this scene, the whole person's breathing sank for several minutes, and he hesitated for a few seconds, so he had to grit his teeth and pick up the tea on the right side of the plum blossom array, and drank it all.

The meaning of the tea array was vividly expressed at this moment, Ren Qingtian did not speak, but after a few times, it gave a lot of mourning pressure.

"Good!"

Ren Qingtian nodded with satisfaction, took the cup in the middle of the plum blossom array and drank it all, spit out hot air, and then continued: "Since everyone has no opinion, then I will start talking." ”

"Hui Zai hasn't been in for a long time, but his vision is definitely long-term enough, and he has a few businesses under his hands that are well managed, although he doesn't do much, but he is all right, and the relationship is good."

"So, how about giving him a job of four, three, two, straw sandals?"

Without waiting for a few people to speak, he said to himself: "Of course, Hui Zai can't do it, he doesn't count it, I don't count if I say it, it just happens to be on the street, so he will take over the position of Mao Ba, and take over my business in this area from today." ”

"Okay, that's a good life, take a job, no, that's an ordinary forty-nine boy."

He looked at Da Fu with a smile: "I use my own territory to verify Hui Zai's ability, is it democratic enough?" ”

"Hmm."

The mourning urn responded angrily, and he didn't dare to say more, so he had to glare at Wu Zhihui viciously.

Four, three, two, isn't it just for yourself?!

At this time.

He regretted a little that he let Wu Zhihui speak at the table, Wu Zhihui didn't go to the table, this matter could be delayed a little longer, but now, it's too late.

"Come, tea."

Ren Qingtian shook his hand, Wu Zhihui removed the teacup, and re-poured tea for a few people.

Although Wu Zhihui couldn't understand the meaning of Ren Qingtian's tea array, he could also see through some clues.

The club says that it is very democratic, but when it is broken, it is still a hall, but Ren Qingtian has the absolute right to speak among several people, and he overwhelms everyone.

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