Song Yu was severely torn apart and was very angry. She looked for a reason to yell loudly.
The anchors below tried their best to zoom in and watch from a distance.
"Have you seen it? Everyone, the little anchor named Tang Sanmu has obviously made Boss Song angry. I guess it will be difficult to be nice today."
"That's right, even if Tang Sanmu is following Boss Jiang, he is a small role after all. Boss Jiang will definitely not offend Song Yu for him."
The anchors couldn't hear what the people below were saying and could only make guesses out of thin air.
Two big figures appeared in the live broadcast room, and the atmosphere was so tense that the popularity of the anchors skyrocketed, triggering bursts of discussion.
After learning that Tang Sanmu was also a host, some people searched for him online to see who he was and who could stand behind Jiang Feng.
Speaking of Jiang Feng in the room, he clenched his fists and sneered: "You can't see that Boss Song not only has the guts to lie to me, but also has the guts to break up with me.
What's the matter, do you think these crooked melons and dates under my command can stop me?"
As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, Song Yu put her hands on the table, as if she wanted to overturn the table.
But he was held down, Tang Sanmu was very strong, and the table stood firmly on the ground.
Miki smiled slightly: "Boss Song seems to be very interested in this table."
Song Yu was stunned: "The table is mine, I can do whatever I like!"
"Okay, Boss Song, stop being pretentious. These fake antiques and magical artifacts you arranged are not just to raise hotel prices, right?
From the time you made an appointment with Brother Feng, you have already set a trap."
Jiang Feng frowned, now he had unconditional trust in Tang Sanmu: "Sanmu, what do you mean?"
"We have to start with Boss Song's appearance. His nostrils are pointed upward, his eyes are light bulbous, and his teeth are long and slender with wide gaps between them.
This person has good luck in the first half of his life, but will get into big trouble in middle age.
The appearance I am talking about is that the former means bankruptcy and the latter means lawsuit.
Besides, this restaurant is facing the Antique Street, and the streets on that side rush through the door like sharp arrows. This is the evil spirit in Feng Shui.
The statue of Guan Gong enshrined downstairs has a short incense stick at the front and a long stick at the back. It is in the shop and is used to punish misfortune.
If I guess correctly, the reason why Boss Song is so anxious to sell the restaurant is not because he wants to develop elsewhere, but because the restaurant has caused a lawsuit. You are suppressing the matter for the time being and plan to make money and run away, right?"
Jiang Feng gritted his teeth: "Song, we have been together for so many years, you are a real grandson!"
Tang Sanmu smiled faintly: "This is not the most grandiose thing. The real grandson thing is that in this small office, there is murderous intent everywhere.
Although the instruments are inferior, the patterns on them are all dragons.
Although the antiques are fake, the patterns on them are all tigers."
Jiang Feng walked around the house: "I'll go, Miki, I wouldn't even notice you unless you told me. This is really what happened."
"If you look carefully, you will see that there are defects in the magical artifacts and antiques.
For example, a dragon's claws are broken off, and a tiger's tail is broken off.
The dragon is a disabled dragon, the tiger is a wounded tiger, and the placement is also in opposition, each forming yin and yang, which indicates that the dragon and the tiger will fight, and both sides will be hurt. This is a great disaster.
The big clock in the corner is the image of a dragon and a tiger fighting, implying that the fight between the dragon and the tiger will end.
And Boss Li, you are wearing a black gold dragon, you are majestic and domineering, sitting in the center, which indicates your absolute dominance. In this office, your aura is the strongest."
"He is the absolute leader? Miki, I don't feel like I have changed much, and I don't feel any fear when I see this grandson."
Tang Sanmu tapped the desk lightly: "The impact is not huge now, but it is not completely absent.
Brother Feng, how do you think you are accomplished in antiques?"
"I think it's okay. It's better than the best. I can still tell when something is too fake." After Jiang Feng said this, he took a deep breath and exclaimed: "It's his grandma's. It turns out I saw this bottle."
I had my eyes opened because of the Feng Shui Bureau!"
"This is just the beginning of this game.
In the whole office, the most valuable thing is probably this desk, right? The best golden nanmu, as thick as a mountain.
It has the effect of separating the dragon and the tiger, which shows that Boss Song does not want to quarrel yet.
If the desk is overturned and the dragon and tiger are in conflict, everyone in the room will be oppressed by it.
You may have temporary mental problems, so it's even easier for you to sign a contract."
Jiang Feng was so angry that he cursed three times and threw all the fakes on the shelf to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a large group of people rushed up from the first floor, including several guests who were originally sitting at the table for dinner.
These are all Song Yu's men, who have been pretending to be.
The anchors downstairs also took advantage of the chaos and followed suit:
"Did you see it, fellow veterans? The war is about to break out."
"After all, this is Song Yu's territory. I think Boss Jiang is in serious trouble."
"We don't have an advantage in terms of numbers. Boss Jiang didn't bring many people here at all."
The voices of the anchors rose and fell one after another, and there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room.
Dark Angel: Let me go, I didn’t expect to see Master Tang appear in broad daylight! Let me tell you, this Master Tang is not simple. Since he is on the side of Boss Jiang, there is no need to worry about his safety.
Bai Yueguang: Come on, you're just an anchor. How can you show off in front of such a big shot?
Qing Qingshu: Looking at him so young, I don’t think he has any real ability.
Jiang Feng also didn't expect that Song Yu would get into a fight in front of so many people in broad daylight, and his face was ashen.
I wanted to use my cell phone to call someone, but there were so many people surrounding me that I had no chance.
He spat on the ground and picked up a vase: "Miki, I'm so sorry for not listening to your advice.
Not only did I get into trouble today, but I also got into trouble with you."
Tang Sanmu smiled slightly and held Jiang Feng's hand: "Don't worry, Brother Feng, look in the mirror and appreciate yourself first."
After finishing speaking, Miki took out a small Bagua mirror from his body like a magic trick and reflected Jiang Feng's face.
Jiang Feng was stunned and exclaimed: "The red spot on my face...is gone!"
“When the sun rises in the east, it becomes clear, and the north wind leads the way for noble people.
Brother Feng, these anchors are all your nobles." Tang Sanmu smiled slightly and pointed at the anchors.
The muscles on Song Yu's face twitched crazily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Come here and wait for Brother Feng to sign the documents!"
And that little brat named Tang, if he ruins my good deeds, give him a good whip!"
Song Yu wholeheartedly believed that he had forced Jiang Feng into a desperate situation and there was no possibility for him to turn around.
But Tang Sanmu looked outside the door: "The sun is rising three poles, and the noble man solves the problem.
Noon has arrived, and the disaster has disappeared."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sun passed through the antique street and reflected on the door, shining brightly.
At the same time, the people who had just helped pull the furniture for Tang Sanmu's house rushed over panting and walked upstairs.
There were so many people that Song Yu's men immediately retreated and were completely suppressed.
Jiang Feng was surprised: "Why are you here?"
One person scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, Brother Feng, we were tired of moving furniture, so we just wanted to be lazy.
After watching the video for a while, I didn’t expect to see someone live broadcast. You and the guy surnamed Song were having a conflict.
The brothers rushed over without stopping."
Jiang Feng laughed: "Damn it, it's good to be lazy! You steal beautifully!"
Then he suddenly thought of something, pointed at the group of anchors, and looked at Tang Sanmu in shock: "So, I said these are my nobles?"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Feng bowed deeply: "Miki, you are simply a living god, you are so awesome!"
The surrounding anchors also looked at each other, wondering when they had become nobles? Song Yu was left shivering there.