Pang San's throat is very effective in taking the lead.

The people who traded stocks around did not notice Nie Weidong at first, but after hearing what Pang San said, they all seemed to him.

If we say that Nie Weidong is also a "celebrity" in the China Overseas stock market - stock trading can be sold out and ruined hundreds of millions of dollars of property, this is definitely something that many people can't think of.

Therefore, everyone stared at Nie Weidong with wide eyes.

"Oh, is this really the prodigal son, Mr. Nie!" A pointed monkey cheek said in surprise.

"Yes, it turns out that he is not dead yet!" said a big and round waist in surprise.

"Not only isn't dead, but he's still very moist!" a rosacea laughed.

"If it were me, I would have no shame to survive!" a bearded man said contemptuously.

Listening to these gossips, Nie Weidong's face immediately turned red, and he was ashamed and wanted to find a hole to crawl into it.

Seeing this, Fat San was even more proud, tilting his neck, shaking his legs, wearing a big gold chain, and gnawing chicken legs in his mouth, looking like he was beating. This time he didn't bring any bodyguards next to him, but was holding a woman with red hair and heavy makeup, looking like a turkey.

When Fat San saw Nie Weidong turning his head, he spit the chicken bones chewed out of his mouth on Nie Weidong's face with a slight arrogance.

Nie Weidong: “…”

He was filled with fists tightly, and he was used to being bullied for many years and suppressed his anger.

Just then

A rush!

A cup of soy milk poured on Pang San.

"Damn, who is looking for death!" Fat Three jumped up.

The soy milk was very hot, and he grinned.

Looking at his T-shirt on his chest, he was wet.

"Sorry, I thought some dog was barking just now. When my hand shook, the soy milk was poured on you." A voice said gently.

Fat Three: “…”

He glared at the man with his eyes.

Famous - I know him, it turned out to be him!

Fat San recognized Song Zhichao, looked at Nie Weidong with a shocked look on his face, and said in his heart that they were from the same group.

"Look, I didn't mean it - I am a man who is afraid of dogs, especially when I hear the dog barking, I tremble all over." Song Zhichao spread his hands and said helplessly.

It's not intentional, it's believed it!

And that dog, isn’t this just turning around and scolding me!

Although Fat San was not very smart, he was not stupid. He immediately understood that Song Zhichao was avenging Nie Weidong.

I have to hold back. This kid is clearly using the method of provoking me - they are two of them, and I have not brought the bodyguards out. If they really start, they will suffer a loss.

Fat San's eyes rolled and waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't care about villains." After that, he was about to bring his girlfriend in.

But Song Zhichao stopped him again: "How can we forget it? Our matter has not been resolved yet."

Fat San: "Didn't I say that, I won't bother with you." He took the tissue handed over by his girlfriend and wiped the dirty T-shirt.

"Oh, you don't understand what I mean. It's your business that you don't care about me, but you have to pay me my soy milk!"

Fat Three: “…”

He was completely confused.

Who has ever seen such a shameless person?

Who taught this kind of child? It's too anti-human. You originally dirty my clothes and burned me. It would be fine if I don't care about you, but you still ask for your soy milk? Is there any reason in this world to tell!

Fat San tightened his fists and glared at Song Zhichao: "What did you say?" His eyes were about to spit out of fire.

Song Zhichao threw away the pancakes in his hand, took out a small Swiss army knife, turned on the nail scissors function, grinded his nails, and said to the fat man with a smile: "I speak Chinese, don't you understand?"

Fat Three: “…”

I glanced at the knife and was timid.

"What are you going to do?" Pang San held his breath.

Song Zhichao blew his nails and said with a smile: "Of course I will pay."

"Hmph!" Fat San swallowed his anger, took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it over, "Pick it up, poor man!" He thought that Song Zhichao was a poor man like Nie Weidong.

Song Zhichao smiled and glanced at the ten yuan that fell on the ground. Instead of picking it up, he smiled and said to Fat San: "When did I say I want you to pay for it?"

Fat Three: “…”

She was almost forced to cry by Song Zhichao.

"What do you mean?"

"Of course I asked you to compensate me for my soy milk."

Fat Three: “…”

I feel that the other party is no longer shameless, but extremely shameless!

Song Zhichao opened the Swiss knife with a snap, looked at the sharp blade, and said to Fat San with a smile: "This is what I brought from Hong Kong, it is very sharp - it can be broken."

Fat Three: “…”

He didn't believe that Song Zhichao had been to Hong Kong if he was beaten to death, but he believed that the knife was really sharp.

He swallowed hard, and Pang San mustered up his courage: "Do you think this is a threat?"

Song Zhichao blinked and handed the knife to Nie Weidong, "I didn't threaten you. Now he is holding the knife-oh by the way, it seems that last time you kicked his nose and bleed, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge... Of course, the sooner the better."

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong.

Pang San also looked at Nie Weidong.

Nie Weidong: “…”

Why did you become a threatening criminal?

However, when Song Zhichao mentioned the last time he was kicked and bleeding from his nose, Nie Weidong immediately changed his face.

Pang San also changed his face and immediately surrendered: "Hero - what do you want?" He looked at Song Zhichao pitifully.

He understood that Song Zhichao was the master of his family, and Nie Weidong was just a decoration.

Song Zhichao smiled, pointed at Nie Weidong, and said to Fat San: "Simple, apologize to him!"

...

In the hall of the stock exchange—

There are crowds of people and crowds.

"I wasn't afraid just now, I thought it was not worth it. What if that fat man called the police? So I had to let him go." Nie Weidong avoided those acquaintances who pointed at him and explained to Song Zhichao why he just asked Fat San to say "I'm sorry" just now and let him go.

"I am a person who is still very considering the overall situation - everything is putting the overall situation first." Nie Weidong continued to explain.

Song Zhichao glanced at the stock index display board in the trading hall and said to Nie Weidong: "I don't like using violence very much - but if you can gain the respect of the enemy by using violence, you might as well give it a try."

Nie Weidong: “…”

Looking at Song Zhichao with a side face.

Song Zhichao continued to look at the stock index display board, "Why, do you disagree? As a man, there are only two ways to gain the respect of the enemy. First, money is enough to crush the other party's economic strength; second, violence is enough to destroy the other party's violent power - which one do you have?" Song Zhichao turned around and looked at Nie Weidong coldly.

Nie Weidong, silent.

The first time, he realized that he was so deceiving himself and so useless!

...

I kept showing my mind how I was when I was a young man from Zhonghai, playing tricks, being scattered, unruly... After falling out, I suffered humiliation, being debt-chasing, beating, and insulted.

My bones were not broken, but my will was broken.

My passion has not dried up, but my fighting spirit has dried up.

Now, Song Zhichao finally gave himself a chance to turn things around, but he still pushed back and forth - because of fear, timidity, and because of losing for too long.

Could it be that I am really cowardly for the rest of my life?

What about the young master Nie who was full of energy and spirit?

Nie Weidong took a deep breath, and his blood was instantly ignited and his blood was boiling.

He felt that he was resurrected!

Activated by Song Zhichao.

Use words, actions, and friendship.

...

Nie Weidong suddenly tied up his long shawl hair that he thought was chic and handsome, revealing his clearly silhouetted face.

The originally dull eyes flashed with brilliance, and he asked Song Zhichao: "How to buy it?"

Song Zhichao looked at him, seemed to feel his transformation, and smiled and said, "The money is in your hands, how can you make the decision?"

Nie Weidong smiled—a proud smile.

Since I have earned 10 million, of course I have to become a big player.

Immediately, Nie Weidong strode forward, no longer avoiding those acquaintances who were pointing at him and sarcasticating at him. Instead, he met him and said loudly: "My Master Nie is back!"
Chapter completed!