"Don't come here!"

As soon as Young Master Zhang moved, Boss Tang immediately started yelling and shouted at the two big men with guns beside him, "Shoot and kill him!"

For the first time in so many years, Boss Tang has lost his composure, and he is facing a boy who has appeared in his twenties.

The two big men immediately pulled the trigger at Mr. Zhang indifferently and ruthlessly, but at that moment, they saw that Mr. Zhang had a disapproving smile on his lips.

The smile made the two big gunmen feel a sudden heart. Isn’t this man afraid of his gun? But then he shook his head disdainfully. No matter how powerful you are these days, you can be more powerful than bullets? This man must be just a mystery.

Bang!

Bang!

Two gunshots flashed, and Young Master Zhang had turned into a afterimage, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. The two big men only felt a flash in front of him, and the person in front of him was gone. The next moment, he continued to stand there calmly and leisurely.

At that same moment, gravel flew around and two bullets shot into the pillars in the room.

Boss Tang and everyone became dumbfounded in an instant. Can this person actually drive the bullet? Is this still a human?

The two big gunmen were also stunned. The gun in their hands seemed to be heavier than a thousand pounds at that moment. They could never fire the second shot anyway. They just trembled with their hands and pointed at Mr. Zhang shakingly.

Song Zhiming opened his mouth even widened at this moment, unable to believe the scene in front of him. He originally thought that Young Master Zhang was better able to fight, but he didn't expect Young Master Zhang to have such an unbelievable ability. What kind of freak he brought with him?

"Boss Tang, do you still want to continue teaching me a lesson?" Zhang Dashao smiled at Boss Tang and asked.

"No, I won't teach you a lesson." Boss Tang replied thirstyly, a joke, if someone who can even avoid bullets is ungrateful, wouldn't he be seeking death?

He shook his head vigorously, forcing his chaotic thoughts to calm down. Boss Tang seemed to have changed into another person, with a warm smile on his face, and said to Young Master Zhang, "Little brother, come, please sit down!"

He bowed over and guided Young Master Zhang to sit down, and sat on the throne he had sat before.

Young Master Zhang smiled and sat down openly without refusing.

Boss Tang's uneasy heart calmed down a little. Since this person was willing to sit down, it means he accepted his apology and gave him a way out.

Thinking about Mr. Zhang's magical skills, his mind became active. With this skill, it would not take a minute to kill him. When he came here, it was definitely not the other gangs who sent him to deal with him, but something happened.

Maybe it’s just like he said that he is here to buy red-hearted Ganoderma lucidum. This is an opportunity. You have to seize it and try your best to win over this person!

"Hurry, serve tea! The best tea!" Boss Tang did not forget to yell at the people below, and then waved to Song Zhiming politely, and said enthusiastically, "Brother Song, you can sit down too, don't be polite."

From Song Zhiming to Brother Song, from wanting to blackmail himself to taking his seat, Song Zhiming certainly understood that this was because Young Master Zhang and struck while the iron was hot: "Boss Tang, the red heart linguine I want..."

Before Song Zhiming finished speaking, Boss Tang immediately interrupted him with a smile: "Brother Tang, don't worry, you have paid all the money, I will definitely give it to the Red Heart Lingzhi with myself. I was just joking with you just now."

"Haha." Song Zhiming smiled slightly without a smile, "Boss Tang is so polite."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Boss Tang beat him up, too lazy to pay attention to Song Zhiming anymore, and surrounded Mr. Zhang with a passionate face.

"Little brother, I am Tang Jianqiang, doing some small business in Shayuan is not worth mentioning." Boss Tang stood beside Mr. Zhang, bent down and apologized to Mr. Zhang, "We are all rough people. We offended so much about what happened just now. Please don't be surprised by me."

"Boss Tang is polite, little brother Zhang Tian." Zhang Dashao took the tea handed over by Tang Jianqiang and took a sip. "What happened just now was a misunderstanding. I feel deeply ashamed to offend Boss Tang."

"If Brother Zhang is right, I'm all blamed for what happened just now." Mr. Zhang's attitude made Tang Jianqiang very happy and couldn't help laughing.

It seems that Brother Zhang does not reject me, and it should be no problem to make friends with him. If you can bring such a capable person to the same front, then I don’t have to be afraid of Wang Mazi and the others.

While laughing, Tang Jianqiang thought to himself.

After a few more greetings with Mr. Zhang, Tang Jianqiang made the main point very smartly and said, "Brother Zhang, I remember you said before that you should buy some red-hearted linguine from me."

"Boss Tang, I do need some red heart linguine." Zhang Dashao nodded, and did not be polite to Tang Jianqiang. He asked directly, "Don't you know Boss Tang is interested in doing this business with me."

"I, Tang Jianqiang, are originally a businessman, so there is no reason not to do business." Tang Jianqiang immediately said openly, "What's more, it's my honor to do business with Brother Zhang. I wonder how much red-hearted linguine brother Zhang needs."

"The more, the better." Zhang Dashao answered truthfully, "If possible, I'll ask for all the goods Boss Tang has."

"puff!"

When Tang Jianqiang heard this, he sprayed all the tea that he had just drunk into his mouth, and he coughed a few times. Then he remembered that Mr. Zhang had said before that he wanted as much as he wanted. At that time, he thought that this kid had no intention of being good. Now it seems that he really wanted so much.

Tang Jianqiang's face gradually became solemn. All the red heart linguine was really a big business. Although he was shocked with Young Master Zhang and had a heart to make friends with him, he also believed that Young Master Zhang was not his own, but he was also a little upset.

"Does Boss Tang trust me?" Mr. Zhang seemed to have seen through Tang Jianqiang's thoughts and smiled. It was normal for him to meet Tang Jianqiang for the first time.

"Where is Brother Zhang?" Tang Jianqiang smiled embarrassedly, his face a little unnatural, "It's just that I'm afraid I can't make the decision with such a large order."

"Understand." Zhang Dashao put down the teacup in his hand, not making things difficult for Tang Jianqiang, and asked, "Boss Tang, can you tell me how much red-hearted linguine you have in your hand?"

Mr. Zhang asked this question, which is actually a taboo, and it is even more taboo when doing business with people like Tang Jianqiang who are neither black nor white.

But Tang Jianqiang hesitated for a moment, but told the truth: "Twelve branches."

"Boss Tang." Mr. Zhang stood up at this time and said, "I will bring money tomorrow, and I hope we can cooperate happily."

After saying that, he walked towards the door without looking back. Seeing this, Song Zhiming picked up the mahogany box that he had obtained after twists and turns, and followed closely.

Tang Jianqiang and other big men looked at the background of Mr. Zhang and his two men with complicated expressions. His eyes changed several times, but in the end, they did not take any action and allowed Mr. Zhang and his two men to leave. "Don't come here!"

As soon as Young Master Zhang moved, Boss Tang immediately started yelling and shouted at the two big men with guns beside him, "Shoot and kill him!"

For the first time in so many years, Boss Tang has lost his composure, and he is facing a boy who has appeared in his twenties.

The two big men immediately pulled the trigger at Mr. Zhang indifferently and ruthlessly, but at that moment, they saw that Mr. Zhang had a disapproving smile on his lips.

The smile made the two big gunmen feel a sudden heart. Isn’t this man afraid of his gun? But then he shook his head disdainfully. No matter how powerful you are these days, you can be more powerful than bullets? This man must be just a mystery.

Bang!

Bang!

Two gunshots flashed, and Young Master Zhang had turned into a afterimage, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. The two big men only felt a flash in front of him, and the person in front of him was gone. The next moment, he continued to stand there calmly and leisurely.

At that same moment, gravel flew around and two bullets shot into the pillars in the room.

Boss Tang and everyone became dumbfounded in an instant. Can this person actually drive the bullet? Is this still a human?

The two big gunmen were also stunned. The gun in their hands seemed to be heavier than a thousand pounds at that moment. They could never fire the second shot anyway. They just trembled with their hands and pointed at Mr. Zhang shakingly.

Song Zhiming opened his mouth even widened at this moment, unable to believe the scene in front of him. He originally thought that Young Master Zhang was better able to fight, but he didn't expect Young Master Zhang to have such an unbelievable ability. What kind of freak he brought with him?

"Boss Tang, do you still want to continue teaching me a lesson?" Zhang Dashao smiled at Boss Tang and asked.

"No, I won't teach you a lesson." Boss Tang replied thirstyly, a joke, if someone who can even avoid bullets is ungrateful, wouldn't he be seeking death?

He shook his head vigorously, forcing his chaotic thoughts to calm down. Boss Tang seemed to have changed into another person, with a warm smile on his face, and said to Young Master Zhang, "Little brother, come, please sit down!"

He bowed over and guided Young Master Zhang to sit down, and sat on the throne he had sat before.

Young Master Zhang smiled and sat down openly without refusing.

Boss Tang's uneasy heart calmed down a little. Since this person was willing to sit down, it means he accepted his apology and gave him a way out.

Thinking about Mr. Zhang's magical skills, his mind became active. With this skill, it would not take a minute to kill him. When he came here, it was definitely not the other gangs who sent him to deal with him, but something happened.

Maybe it’s just like he said that he is here to buy red-hearted Ganoderma lucidum. This is an opportunity. You have to seize it and try your best to win over this person!

"Hurry, serve tea! The best tea!" Boss Tang did not forget to yell at the people below, and then waved to Song Zhiming politely, and said enthusiastically, "Brother Song, you can sit down too, don't be polite."

From Song Zhiming to Brother Song, from wanting to blackmail himself to taking his seat, Song Zhiming certainly understood that this was because Young Master Zhang and struck while the iron was hot: "Boss Tang, the red heart linguine I want..."

Before Song Zhiming finished speaking, Boss Tang immediately interrupted him with a smile: "Brother Tang, don't worry, you have paid all the money, I will definitely give it to the Red Heart Lingzhi with myself. I was just joking with you just now."

"Haha." Song Zhiming smiled slightly without a smile, "Boss Tang is so polite."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Boss Tang beat him up, too lazy to pay attention to Song Zhiming anymore, and surrounded Mr. Zhang with a passionate face.

"Little brother, I am Tang Jianqiang, doing some small business in Shayuan is not worth mentioning." Boss Tang stood beside Mr. Zhang, bent down and apologized to Mr. Zhang, "We are all rough people. We offended so much about what happened just now. Please don't be surprised by me."

"Boss Tang is polite, little brother Zhang Tian." Zhang Dashao took the tea handed over by Tang Jianqiang and took a sip. "What happened just now was a misunderstanding. I feel deeply ashamed to offend Boss Tang."

"If Brother Zhang is right, I'm all blamed for what happened just now." Mr. Zhang's attitude made Tang Jianqiang very happy and couldn't help laughing.

It seems that Brother Zhang does not reject me, and it should be no problem to make friends with him. If you can bring such a capable person to the same front, then I don’t have to be afraid of Wang Mazi and the others.

While laughing, Tang Jianqiang thought to himself.

After a few more greetings with Mr. Zhang, Tang Jianqiang made the main point very smartly and said, "Brother Zhang, I remember you said before that you should buy some red-hearted linguine from me."

"Boss Tang, I do need some red heart linguine." Zhang Dashao nodded, and did not be polite to Tang Jianqiang. He asked directly, "Don't you know Boss Tang is interested in doing this business with me."

"I, Tang Jianqiang, are originally a businessman, so there is no reason not to do business." Tang Jianqiang immediately said openly, "What's more, it's my honor to do business with Brother Zhang. I wonder how much red-hearted linguine brother Zhang needs."

"The more, the better." Zhang Dashao answered truthfully, "If possible, I'll ask for all the goods Boss Tang has."

"puff!"

When Tang Jianqiang heard this, he sprayed all the tea that he had just drunk into his mouth, and he coughed a few times. Then he remembered that Mr. Zhang had said before that he wanted as much as he wanted. At that time, he thought that this kid had no intention of being good. Now it seems that he really wanted so much.

Tang Jianqiang's face gradually became solemn. All the red heart linguine was really a big business. Although he was shocked with Young Master Zhang and had a heart to make friends with him, he also believed that Young Master Zhang was not his own, but he was also a little upset.

"Does Boss Tang trust me?" Mr. Zhang seemed to have seen through Tang Jianqiang's thoughts and smiled. It was normal for him to meet Tang Jianqiang for the first time.

"Where is Brother Zhang?" Tang Jianqiang smiled embarrassedly, his face a little unnatural, "It's just that I'm afraid I can't make the decision with such a large order."

"Understand." Zhang Dashao put down the teacup in his hand, not making things difficult for Tang Jianqiang, and asked, "Boss Tang, can you tell me how much red-hearted linguine you have in your hand?"

Mr. Zhang asked this question, which is actually a taboo, and it is even more taboo when doing business with people like Tang Jianqiang who are neither black nor white.

But Tang Jianqiang hesitated for a moment, but told the truth: "Twelve branches."

"Boss Tang." Mr. Zhang stood up at this time and said, "I will bring money tomorrow, and I hope we can cooperate happily."

After saying that, he walked towards the door without looking back. Seeing this, Song Zhiming picked up the mahogany box that he had obtained after twists and turns, and followed closely.
Chapter completed!