Chapter 8 (1/2)

”Young man, are you ok? You see, we are also from other countries. It's not easy to contract this basement here. Please take pity on your aunt and move out. You affect our business like this.”

The landlady came over timidly at the moment and looked at Luo Tian who was sitting there. She said carefully that she could not have imagined that so many black astringent meetings had been beaten away by him alone.

”Well, ma'am, don't worry about it. Well, I'll move out tomorrow. By the way, can I buy you these steel pipes?” Said Luo one day, grinning. This big mother's mouth a draw awkwardly nodded, ”that these days rent don't want, 200 yuan money back to you.”

Luo Tian, who was in a bad mood, returned to his room in the basement. At this time, the quick shooter next door started to exercise again. He didn't know how addicted he was. The woman cried happily and did not consider Luo Tian's mood at all.

Luo Tian took out his mobile phone and called out sister Rong's number from it. The next door stopped.

”Sister Rong...”

Luo Tian said what happened just now.

”What? Is it Nan Chunhua again

The sleepy Rong elder sister heard Luo Tian's words and sat up from the bed. The smooth silk slipped down from her body, revealing her smoother shoulders. Her face was full of anger. She knew that she had offended Nan Chunhua that bastard in the nightclub today.

”Yes, they are, but I beat them away. It's a pity that I didn't catch this bastard,” said Luo Tian reluctantly.

”Are you all right?”

”It's OK.”

”Well, that's good. We've got a tie with Nan Chunhua. After all, you're a migrant worker. Their power is too big to cut them off. In this way, you don't have to worry about the rest. Let me deal with it.” Rong elder sister thought for a moment and said, then hung up the phone.

Put down the phone, Luo Tian laughs bitterly. He originally came to protect this woman, but now he has made trouble for her. It's still early, but Luo Tian can't sleep. He is worried about the morning BMW. I'm afraid those bastards will return.

Luotian put on his clothes, took a pack of cigarettes, and went out of the basement. He looked at a passer-by. He sat there and looked at the car. It was impossible to say that he was not depressed at all. The young lovers who came back late at night looked at Luotian as if he were looking at silly than, and his heart was even more depressed.

”It's useless. Who's to blame? Why do you have to make trouble in that woman's court? Don't you know she's Huang San's?”

In a luxurious villa in the South Street District, a man in his fifties, square face, big ears, wearing a gray suit, was sitting there reprimanding a young man.

The young man is Nan Chunhua, and this man in his fifties is Nan Chunhua's father, Nan Huolong, chairman of Nantian group. He just came back from the company, he heard about his son, and saw the black and blue faces of his subordinates. He couldn't help but get angry: ”Pei Rong, Pei Rong, you know that it's my son, but he still has such a heavy hand. I really think so Huang San is covered and dare not move you? ”