Chapter 532 (1/2)

After he left, at the other end of the corridor, he Jiaxing just came upstairs after eating. He just saw the strange appearance of the goods walking with a shy stomach. In line with the principle of ”no meeting if you can make a detour” and ”no speaking if you can meet”, he Jiaxing deliberately slowed down his pace, and only after the snail had turned the corner and disappeared did he regain his pace.

A moment of coldness floated in my eyes.

He Jiaxing didn't forget to have a holiday with this product!

Every time I see the Land Rover that Liu Weiwei bought with his bet, I feel uncomfortable. But he knows that it's not the time to turn over the cards. In order to catch a rabbit in the forest, a cunning fox can lie still for a long time. He Jiaxing also has this patience.

He is still waiting for a chance!

The main brothers of Wu Heng's wedding invitation were all sent to the door in person, while the others were sent by the younger brothers below. For a moment, almost everyone in Fuqing District knew the news, even in the other districts of Fuyang City.

This new big brother, because he is very low-key, always wears a mysterious veil.

With this stall, a lot of people are eager to get along with each other. The leaders of several districts in the surrounding areas have also made a good greeting in advance. They all want to take the opportunity to stabilize their relationship with Nanmen. The lively atmosphere makes Wu Heng's cold face a little more cheerful in recent days.

Ma Teng, who has been beaten, has recovered from his illness at home.

Today, for the first time, he didn't take the doctor's advice to drink, because his boss Dong Zhiguang came to see him. The house is decorated luxuriously. It's a real estate invested by Ma Teng in the city, and it's also the place where he keeps his mistress.

”Pony, have you recovered?”

”Well, brother Guang, don't worry. We can fight and get hurt. As long as we don't lose our head, we can work for you.”

Ma Teng's flattery, Dong Zhiguang smile, two people drink a drink.

”Brother Guang, I heard that Wu Heng is going to get married, aren't we?”

”I have a plan. The guy who hurt you last time was Cao Xiaolei, Wu Heng's brother. Don't blame me for not helping you find a place. Now we are not as strong as others, we have to bear it. When the chance comes, we will double it, and I won't let you suffer.”

Dong Zhiguang comforted him.

”Well, I believe you, brother Guang, we are brothers.”

Ma Teng raised his glass and said, ”if Cao Xiaolei is trampled under his feet one day, brother Guang will give me a chance, and I will abolish him myself!”

”OK, no problem!”

Dong Zhiguang simply agreed that they would continue to drink until they had enough to eat and drink. In order to give Ma Teng, who had been ill for a long time at home, a comfortable and comfortable life, Dong Zhiguang invited them to the best entertainment club in Yanming district. One of them held a beautiful college student, and then went to the bed sheet.

In the past few days since he was released from prison, Dong Zhiguang has once again won over many of his old subordinates. He just wants to make a comeback, but he doesn't want Ma Teng to be abused.

He wanted to be silent for a few more months, save enough energy, find out the depth of several areas before starting. Now it seems that he needs to show his sword first, get back some face and prove some strength. Otherwise, he will probably slip away before he has to wait for his hand.

Who wants to mix with a loser!

Even if this person has a strategic mind and gives a few farts untimely, others will suspect that he pretends to be forced.

On the other side of the ocean, in one of the most humble offices in Wall Street, the financial center with numerous U.S. mansions, the sun shines in at noon. In this area with the fastest pace of life and competition in the world, it's rare for someone to be lying on a rocking chair and rocking back and forth, enjoying a rare and comfortable life.

Suddenly the door of the office knocked three times, and then a man in a black suit came in.

He walked quickly to the rocking chair, then leaned over and whispered to the person on it, handed out a plastic folder in his hand. The middle-aged man on the rocking chair lazily opened his eyes, and then felt out a presbyopic from his pocket.