If this play were performed in the form of a performance...

The chairs under Zhao Wenbo and Liu Rui's buttocks should have collapsed immediately.

The two of them sat down, smashed the chairs, and rolled to the ground with their feet in the air.

Only such pictures can highlight their true inner feelings.

It’s not just their mentality that’s broken.

What’s also terrible is Wang Yu’s character.

Zhao Wenbo: Where has that conscientious, cautious, smooth and sophisticated young man gone?

Where is that young man who will feel sad for a long time just because of a slight mistake, and will take the initiative to admit his mistakes to others?

Time just jumped second by second, but countless pictures flashed ten times faster in Zhao Wenbo's mind.

After the originally unremarkable picture is processed by his central processor, he will find a bug: If a young man like Wang Yu is not living a very prosperous life, why would he commit himself to Jiangyuan?

Liu Rui: Where is that little brother who talks a lot and smiles at everyone?

Where is that man with a sly smile and a casual conversation with anyone?

Where is that bitch who gives someone a cigarette but then takes the lighter?

Liu Rui's eyes changed. He no longer regarded Wang Yu as a smooth-tongued young man who had just entered the workplace.

This is a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Zhou Yu looked straight at Wang Yu sideways, and continued to show her appreciation for Wang Yu with her charming smile and hot eyes.

I only have one thought in my mind: Men should be like Wang Yu, shooting out like a dragon!

Perhaps they were not mentally prepared for Wang Yu's rampage, so they were shocked.

But thinking about it again, where did he get the confidence to suddenly explode in front of Wan Hong?

Wan Hong was the first to understand the essence of the problem, so his face had the demeanor of not changing his expression even if the mountain collapsed.

Besides, in his eyes, Wang Yu is not yet Mount Tai.

Wang Yu: I am not interested in your mother-in-law.

Wan Hong's confidence lies in the fact that Wang Yu is the one asking for help, and he is the one who eats shit. Wan Hong is the one who shits.

Wang Yu is just incompetent and furious! He is a paper tiger!

Wang Yu asked, "Do you want to drink this wine?"

Wan Hong said, "I feel unwell and can't drink!"

Wang Yu took the bowl over and poured tons and tons of it into it.

As Wang Yu poured wine into the bowl, Zhao Wenbo, who had come to his senses, wanted to come over and persuade him.

Wan Hong still said calmly, "Xiao Wang, you are still young and may lose your sense of proportion when facing some complex problems."

"We have all been through this before and we can understand how you feel."

"But you also have to understand our difficulties!"

"Your father's matter is big or small!"

"The key lies in his attitude."

Father? What's going on?

Zhao Wenbo originally wanted to stop Wang Yu, but when he heard about this place, he found that there seemed to be something he didn't know about.

So he just stood between Wang Yu and Wan Hong, with a gloomy expression, neither trying to stop nor not trying to stop them.

At this moment, Wang Yu had almost filled the bowl of wine.

Bang!

Wang Yu slammed the wine bottle on the table, making a hole in the plastic film...

"Be a good person!"

“Humanity is wise!”

"Dinner rules!"

“Be careful in the workplace!”

"The truth of life!"

"Wang Jianyao taught me these!"

"When he is here, I am a normal son!"

Wang Yu showed two rows of big white teeth and smiled happily, but who in this room dared to regard Wang Yu's smile as a smile?

When Wang Yu suddenly looked at Wan Hong, his voice, tone, and demeanor all looked like he was crazy, "If he is not here, I will be your father!"

Wan Hong just doesn't take Wang Yu seriously, but it doesn't mean that he is immune to Wang Yu's humiliation.

Wan Hong looked solemn, but pretended to be relaxed and said, "Young man, I advise you to respect me a little more."

Wang Yu poured the glass of wine he just had into the bowl, made up a full bowl, and asked Wan Hong, "Do you want to drink it?"

Wan Hong simply ignored Wang Yu this time. Who told Wang Yu to say that he was a crazy critic?

There is no reason to argue with crazy criticism.

Wan Hong's silence shows that he doesn't understand the rules. The correct answer is: drink too much?

Wang Yu didn't have the patience to waste time with him, so he casually picked up the pile of information that Zhou Yu had taken out when he was taking out the paper, and started to flip through it.

Picking up the first book, "Lao Wan, you have a lot of sisters!"

"Your sister also has quite a lot of houses."

"A set of 100,000 liquidated damages!"

Wow!

A piece of information was pasted on Wan Hong's face.

Before covering his face, Wan Hong was still very steady.

When the ledger slid down his face, he looked like an old Sichuan Opera artist performing a face change.

A touch of panic replaced calmness, and he glanced down at the account book that slid to his chest, but he didn't pick it up...

The second copy was pasted on his face, "Your second sister's house is also for sale!"

"Liquidated damages plus a deposit of 150,000 yuan."

The third book...

The fourth book...

The fifth book...

They are all attached to Wanhong's face in the same way.

It's just that each application is heavier than the last.

In the end, how serious was it? Wan Hong’s nosebleeds came out.

He touched it without even reaching for the toilet paper.

Zhao Wenbo was dumbfounded.

This was all handled by him, and the detailed account on it... was Zhou Yu.

He glanced at Zhou Yu and found that Zhou Yu was smiling.

In other words, Zhou Yu has been helping Wang Yu from the beginning.

Then Zhao Wenbo contacted Wanhong...

Hiss... He looked at Wang Yu intently, as if he understood that from the beginning, he had been clearly arranged by Wang Yu.

Wanhong still didn’t pick up the ledger!

He looked at the blood on his hands. Today's nosebleeds were all debts Wang Yu's father wanted to pay for him.

He dismissed the ledgers, saying, "These transactions are all under contract."

"It's not my own house, young man. I eat more salt than you eat rice. You are still very young when you play with me."

Wang Yu turned his head and pointed at the bowl of wine on the table, "Do you want to drink it?"

Wan Hong tilted his head, still not paying attention to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu took out a thick stack of paper from his bag and pulled out more than ten meters of documents.

"I asked someone to do the statistics for you."

"There are more than 1,200 transfer transactions related to you in six banks."

"The total amount is as high as more than 84 million."
To be continued...