The other party did it on purpose, it was a naked slap in the face.
Even if there is a conspiracy, it cannot be exposed in public.
This kid is so disgusting.
An Jinhua suddenly stood up and asked, "Mr. Zhao, the business can be negotiated. You can't do this."
Zhao Tianyou sneered and said, "What's wrong with me? This is my clear reply to Mr. An. I don't like to cooperate with others."
After saying that, Zhao Tianyou took a sip of tea and treated the other person as air.
I am who I am, and I will not cooperate with you. This is the arrogance and arrogance he conveys.
An Jingrong has been in the business world for decades, but he has never been slapped in the face so nakedly. He glared at the other person coldly and retreated to the chair.
Beside her, Lan Xinyan chuckled, and the laughter was like a needle piercing An Jingrong's eardrum.
In this circle, he is naturally a big shot, but today he is looked down upon by several juniors. How can he tolerate this?
Isn't it just bidding? I don't believe you have much strength.
An Jingrong raised his cards again and again and locked horns with the opponent.
The price also soared from 2 million per acre to 2.5 million per acre. An Jinrong looked at Zhao Tianyou, who was deep in thought with his eyebrows furrowed.
This kid was scared. An Jinhua laughed and said, "Zhao Tianyou, just retreat when you are faced with difficulties."
Zhao Tianyou said nothing and signaled to continue raising the sign. At this time, Mei Lingling beside him pulled him.
This action was noticed by the old fox An Jingrong, who whispered: "Jinhua, this kid is hesitating."
An Jinhua also noticed it and asked: "Are we still raising signs?"
"Why don't you move it? This land is connected to the land we developed earlier, forming a business circle. I am determined to get it."
"How many lifts?"
"2.6 million, this is my bottom line."
So, An Jinhua raised his cards high and looked at Zhao Tianyou with a proud expression.
Boy, aren't you trying to show off? Let me see if you still want to follow me.
Zhao Tianyou smiled and motioned to Mei Lingling to put down the sign.
"Mr. An, congratulations on your win." Zhao Tianyou was smiling, smiling so happily.
He turned sideways and extended his hand to congratulate. People with discerning eyes said that this guy lost the bid but did not lose his grace, and there were endless compliments.
I was fooled. This guy deliberately raised the price. His target was not Lot 12 at all.
An Jingrong's face was green and red. He shook hands with Zhao Tianyou to save face. He felt like there were more than a dozen burning knives stabbing him in his heart, which was quite uncomfortable.
After so many years in the business world, he was tricked by a boy. How could An Jingrong swallow this sigh of relief?
An Jinhua didn't know what was going on. There, Zhao Tianyou and the three beauties were smiling and watching each other's performances.
Having been fooled and still showing off, getting into this position only shows that your IQ is unusually low.
An Jingrong angrily patted his son and said, let's change seats.
An Jinhua followed his father to the other side. At this time, Guo Zichun and Liu Songhua, who had disappeared, also arrived. They didn't even meet An's father and son, and went directly to Zhao Tianyou.
"Mr. Zhao, nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
"Mr. Guo, Mr. Liu, sit over here."
"Mr. Zhao, you're welcome. We came to Mr. Zhao to see Mr. Lu's economic complex plan---"
An Jingrong's face suddenly turned pale. His former friends and close brothers Guo Zichun and Liu Songhua exchanged glances with each other, and their flattering laughter was like a steel knife piercing his chest. He was dizzy and fainted.
past---
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?" An Jinhua didn't expect that his father was so angry that he had high blood pressure. He immediately called for the driver. The two of them carried his father out in a hurry and rushed towards the hospital.
An Jingrong has been to this auction house many times, and every time he leaves with the smile of a successful person. It is a very dishonorable way to be driven out.
So much so that he woke up in the hospital, remembered this embarrassing scene, and fainted again.
After settling down with his father, An Jinhua went to the nightclub gloomily.
The music is crazy and the people on the dance floor are even crazier.
Guys and dolls exaggeratedly twisted their waists and swayed their hips, expressing their youth wantonly. The night on the dance floor was filled with the smell of alcohol and tobacco.
An Jinhua was sitting at the corner of the bar. He wore one size larger sunglasses and pulled the collar of his trench coat to the top, as if he was waiting for someone.
After eleven o'clock, the dance floor becomes more lively.
Some social youths entered the dance floor one after another. An Jinhua glanced at them and lowered his head to drink the drinks on the table.
At twelve o'clock, a tall man entered the dance floor surrounded by several people in black. The head manager greeted him with a smile as soon as he saw him.
"Brother Yong, you are here."
"Here, where is my horse?"
"Xiao Taohong, she got her period today and didn't go to work."
Brother Yong didn't say anything, but suddenly turned around and slapped the foreman in the face.
The boy next to him walked towards the box inside with understanding. From the innermost room, a woman's ejaculation and a man's breathing could be heard.
Several boys kicked open the door with a "bang", and several bright machetes were placed on their heads.
Xiao Taohong was so frightened that she shivered. When she saw Brother Yong walking in, he kowtowed as hard as he could.
"Brother Yong, I was wrong, it was all because of him. Don't worry, I will be good to you, and I will be good to you wholeheartedly."
Every time he said a word, he knocked his head heavily on the stall.
Soon, blood started to flow from Xiao Taohong's forehead, which was bright red.
Brother Yong remained unmoved. The scar on his face trembled. He walked over quietly and took out a knife.
Xiao Taohong screamed like a pig and said, "Brother Yong doesn't want it, I was wrong, I was wrong."
Brother Yong smiled coldly and said, "I don't want to kill you. I want to ask you a question: do you like him or not?"
"I don't like it. I have no relationship with him at all. He forced me to do it. He forced me to do it."
Xiao Taohong knew clearly who Brother Yong was, and she tried her best to slander her lover in order to survive.
Her lover, the saxophonist in the hotel, knelt on the ground tremblingly. His already pale face became even paler, like someone who was addicted to powder.
Brother Yong said with a sly smile: "Are you really forced?"
"Really, really." Xiao Taohong desperately hugged Brother Yong's thigh and shook her hard, as if this could prove it.
"Well, if he is really forced, just kill him." Brother Yong was very straightforward. He handed the knife to Xiao Taohong's hand, sat on the double sofa, picked up a glass of red wine and drank slowly.
Xiao Taohong picked up the knife with both hands, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Should he die or should I die? This question was raging in Xiao Taohong's mind. She raised the knife, looked at her lover's eyes begging for mercy, suddenly screamed, and stabbed him hard.
Blood splattered, and the saxophonist was stabbed in the shoulder, and he fainted from the pain.
"I---I killed someone, I killed someone!" Xiao Taohong yelled nervously, and she felt like the whole sky was spinning.
Brother Yong waved his hand, and several men in black retreated. He walked to Saxophone's hand, pulled out a sheet, tied him up, and then slapped the opponent's wound with his palm.
The saxophone player woke up and stared at the other person in horror.
Brother Yong grabbed Xiao Taohong, pushed her onto the bed, tore off her underwear, pressed her buttocks with his strong hands, then pushed her waist hard and entered Xiao Taohong's body.
"Watch carefully, you pretty boy."
Brother Yong screamed crazily while sprinting, Xiao Taohong pressed her lips tightly, clutched the sheets with both hands, and tears rolled down her face.
This is humiliation, a naked humiliation of a man.
The saxophone player was banging against the bed board like crazy. Brother Yong kicked him down and continued to fuck Xiao Taohong until the other party fell on the bed like a dead fish.
"Where did you come from, Kaizi? You dare to play with my woman." After that, Brother Yong gave the saxophonist a hard slap in the face, then grabbed the knife and opened his bindings.
"Ah---I'll fight with you!" the saxophonist roared angrily and rushed towards Brother Yong.
In a flash of cold light, the knife was inserted into the throat of Saxophone's hand. His throat squirmed, making an unpleasant "click" sound, and then he fell to the ground.
Xiao Taohong was so frightened that she got up and ran away. Brother Yong waved his hand and the knife pierced her back, and she slowly fell down.
The bodyguards outside the door came in. They took out the body bags with expressionless faces, packed the body, and carried it outside.
They have been in this business for a long time, and dealing with this kind of thing is commonplace.
Half an hour later, the bodyguards came in again and wiped away the blood stains on the carpet with special detergent.
Brother Yong sat on the sofa, his stern face looking particularly solemn in the shadow of the lamp. He picked up his mobile phone and made a call: "Box 907, come up."
About ten minutes later, An Jinhua entered the box. Seeing Wei Yong, his heart jumped involuntarily, and this person's information flashed through his mind.
Wei Yong, the leader of the Tiger Hall of the Triad Society, is cruel and violent, and is quite famous in the world.
Ten years ago, as a red stick of the Triads, he led seven or eight younger brothers into Qinglong Hall with machetes in hand, and successfully rescued the former gang leader, which made him famous for a while.
When An Jinhua saw Wei Yong, he smiled and said, "Brother Yong, I have long admired your name."
Wei Yong took out a cigarette and handed it to him. An Jinhua sat down next to him and struck up a conversation: "Brother Zhong introduced me to you."
"Geng Zhong? Why didn't he take action?"
"He said it was inconvenient for him to do something like this. You also know that Brother Zhong is on the right path now."
Wei Yong tilted his head slightly, smiling, but his eyes flashed coldly: "You mean I'm still walking on the wrong path?"
"That's not what I meant." An Jinhua was stared at by the other party's penetrating gaze, and was startled to break out in a thin sweat.
Wei Yong didn't embarrass him. He took a sip of tea and said, "I charge a very high price."
"How many?"
Wei Yong stretched out a finger, and An Jinhua asked tentatively: "One hundred thousand?"
"one million."
It’s not that it’s expensive, it’s that it’s ridiculously expensive.
Wei Yong insisted: "This number is already very cheap. The people you have to deal with are all prominent entrepreneurs and have close ties with the government. This number is just a friendly price. You should consider it!"
An Jinhua sat blankly for a while and asked worriedly: "This kind of thing must be kept secret."
Wei Yong sneered and shouted directly: "Xiaoqi, see the guests off."
A bodyguard reached out and asked An Jinhua to go out. An Jinhua quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Brother Yong, that's not what I meant. I accept this price."
"Okay, then you transfer the money to this bank tomorrow, remember I only accept cash."
An Jinhua was stunned. Didn't he agree to collect the deposit first?
Wei Yong smiled and said that this matter is not trivial, and my brother must be well prepared, so don't worry.