"That's right, you see that you have been beaten and your anger has been relieved. Mr. He is currently lying in the hospital obediently. He no longer dares to go against you. This... this technique, shouldn't..."
"What magic? I don't understand what you are talking about. ()"
"Hey, Mr. Chen, this is not good. We are all sensible people. Just three points is enough. We admit that you are powerful and have superb skills. We will accept it, okay?"
"Oh, that's right." Chen Weidong raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"I wonder what Mr. Chen's intention is? Please think about it carefully." Song Xinbiao tried his best to lower his posture, his heart beating wildly.
"What if I say no?"
"Then... it's up to you, but I have one thing to say. This rabbit bites people when it's anxious. Don't do it too hard. If they really break up, it will be difficult for everyone. This is
Why bother."
"Oh, you finally admitted that you are a rabbit?" Chen Weidong was too lazy to answer him directly, so he kept saying the word "funny" in a roundabout way.
"I..." Song Xinbiao was so angry that his hands were shaking, but he still managed to hold it back and said, "Yes, in front of Mr. Chen, I am just a rabbit."
"Oh, that's it, but I don't see it." Chen Weidong spat and said leisurely: "You are just a dog, do you understand? Why does a rabbit bite when it is anxious? It is inappropriate. We are all cultural people.
, how can you use the common saying indiscriminately? It’s obviously just a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry!~”
Song Xinbiao clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
For God's sake, he really wanted a thunderbolt to rain down from the sky and kill that bastard Chen Weidong who had killed a thousand swords!
But the situation is stronger than the person. Director He is still watching from the side, how can he dare to fall out with someone? If the matter is messed up because of him, then... Director He is not joking when he gets angry.
Calm down! Calm down! I must bear it! If I can’t bear it, I will mess up my plans...
Song Xinbiao kept warning himself in his mind. After finally adjusting his mentality, he gritted his teeth and said: "Whatever you say, as long as it makes you happy, why should we hold a banquet at Baochi Tower at eight o'clock tonight and ask Mr. Chen to show his respect.
"
"Invite me to dinner?" Chen Weidong smiled strangely, and suddenly said coldly: "It's a pity, I don't have time. Let him eat by himself!"
"Mr. Chen, what you are doing is too inhumane. What do you want... Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Song Xinbiao yelled at the mobile phone, but the other party had already hung up the phone, and it was useless for him to yell again.
"What's the situation? He..." Captain Song looked at He Qingyuan who was standing aside. He was sweating.
"Hit me again!" He Qingyuan's face was so gloomy that it could drip with water.
The boss spoke, and Captain Song had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue to dial Chen Weidong's number. This time he was even more depressed. The bastard turned off his phone directly. There was no need to talk, no need to talk at all.
"What's going on? Look at this..." Team Song was really at a loss, so he had no choice but to ask the leader for instructions.
"Look at it. Look at it! If you can't get through on the phone, send someone to the door! I don't care what method you use, whether it's coercion, inducement, bragging, or kneeling down to beg for mercy. Anyway, tonight
I want to see others at eight o'clock! Go quickly!"
Director He suddenly lost his temper, which frightened Captain Song into running away so fast that he almost fell down.
"Damn, you are such a bitch, I feel uncomfortable if I don't scold you!" Director He spat on the ground.
Of course, Captain Song did not see this scene. He had now returned to his car, cursing non-stop, scolding all eight generations of Chen Weidong's ancestors.
Right now, his life is the most miserable. In the past, there is Chen Weidong, a mountain that cannot be moved. In the past, there is Director He, a villain who can fall out of love faster than he can read a book. The only one who is relatively easy to talk to, Master He, is currently lying in the hospital.
If you have a fever and talk nonsense, there is no hope at all.
If he wants to do something, he needs someone, but the city is not peaceful recently and there are many cases. How can the security brigade have so many police officers for him to dispatch at all times?
If in the past, he was not afraid, just one phone call and his brother Song Dongqiang would show up with a group of people, threatening and emboldening him, killing people and setting fires, all with just one sentence.
But now, Song Dongqiang is also lying in the hospital, unable to do anything. Several of his subordinates in charge were arrested by that dead girl Xiao Ling, and they haven't been released yet. The rest are those who love to fight and kill.
Without a leader to lead our little brother, we are just a bunch of stragglers and cannot be relied on at all.
It can be said that Brigade Song is almost a mere commander now. He cannot command a few people at all, and it is not to mention too troublesome to do things.
He cheered up and started making calls. Since he couldn't rely on his brother, he had to rely on himself.
Fortunately, Captain Song usually has a wide circle of friends and is well-known on the road. It is no problem to make a few phone calls and mobilize a group of people.
While he was busy, He Qingyuan had already arrived at the hospital.
Recently, he has been particularly concerned about his son and has been coming to the hospital very frequently. He is afraid that if he doesn't pay attention, it will be the last sight between father and son.
At first he was not convinced, thinking that Chen Weidong just used some unsavory tricks and that his son could still be saved.
But after a long time, He Qingyuan didn't dare to be so sure, because during this period he saw many doctors, including some famous doctors, but the results were all waving and shaking their heads, and no one said anything good.
He Qingyuan's heart gradually sank. Later, he listened to his wife's suggestion and found a master who came down from a certain mountain. He was said to be very powerful and had the ability to exorcise ghosts and communicate with gods. He had recently gained quite a reputation, even in neighboring cities.
Even Mayor Ma asked him to do things for him.
To be honest, He Qingyuan didn't believe in this, but his son's condition was getting worse day by day, and he was forced to have no choice but to treat a dead horse as a live doctor, so he pinched his nose and asked for a doctor.
The appearance fee of this master is not cheap, it costs 500,000 yuan at the beginning.
His son's life was in danger, and Director He didn't bother to talk too much. Five hundred thousand was just five hundred thousand, and the He family was not short of this little money.
However, when the master came, he took Mr. He's pulse, opened his eyelids and looked at him, got up and turned around and left, not even asking for any money.
Director He was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to stop the master, wanting an explanation no matter what.
The master shook his head like a rattle and said that the young master has been haunted by evil spirits and half of his three souls and seven souls have been lost. There is nothing more to say about this situation. Even if Daluo Jinxian comes to earth, he will not be saved. Anyway, I can't control it.
Go find whomever you like.
Director He was furious and wanted to take out a gun and turn the naked head in front of him into a rotten watermelon. However, he thought about it and realized that it was a troubled time and it was not appropriate to cause chaos, so he held it back.
The master left very simply, without even taking any money.
Mrs. He sat on the ground and cried loudly, calling her evildoer, causing everyone around to watch.
Director He was distraught, so angry that he almost vomited blood. After thinking about it, he made a decision: surrender, and temporarily surrender to the man named Chen. He was such a son, and he could not watch him die like this no matter what.
Revenge can wait and be avenged. If my son doesn't wake up these days, he will really be dead...
Ever since, with the phone call above, Director He originally thought that if he gave in and offered corresponding compensation, the man named Chen would happily agree, but he never expected that the man named Chen would be such a bastard, almost invulnerable.
No oil or salt can enter!
Facing such rogues, Director He felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Is this...could this be retribution from God? He Qingyuan has been powerful in Luo'an for more than ten years, and now it's finally time to pay off his debt...
On the other side, Chen Weidong had already driven his car to Yayuan Community. It was still early and Mrs. Song and her son had not come back yet. He simply went into the room and started packing his things so that he could move out at any time.
After picking it up, he came to the basement. There were a lot of debris piled up here, many of which belonged to the original owner and who didn't take them away for some unknown reason.
Chen Weidong thought of the Dreaming Mirror and thought that this was where he discovered it.
As for this mirror, it is really a good thing. If a person who is proficient in the art of ghosts and gods has it, it will be very convenient to deceive others!
Chen Weidong already has some small plans in his mind that revolve around the Hun Lian Meng Ying Jing. Of course, the targets are no longer he Shao, Song Dongqiang and other unscrupulous guys, but...
After thinking about it, Chen Weidong couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, smiling evilly.
At six o'clock in the evening, Mrs. Song came back with her son. Chen Weidong had already prepared a table of dishes and was waiting for the two of them to eat.
Song Jia's expression was very relaxed, and she didn't mention anything about moving when she entered the house. This made Chen Weidong a little embarrassed. When he thought that he might rarely see Xiaozi in the future, he was really reluctant to leave.
By the way, the little guy was surprisingly well-behaved today. He did whatever his mother asked him to do. He never stood when asked to sit, and he never ran around when asked to eat. It was very different from usual.
Chen Weidong intuitively felt that there was something fishy about this, and sure enough, after a while, the little guy showed his fox tail.
While Chen Weidong was going to the toilet, he secretly shook his mother's arm and said pitifully: "Mommy, I'm so good, will the pilot uncle still leave?"
Song Jia smiled: "Then I don't know. You have to ask your uncle personally. If your uncle insists on leaving, mommy has nothing to do. She can only see how hard you work."
"Oh..." The little guy lowered his head and stopped eating. He had a sad face and looked very embarrassed.
Chen Weidong admitted that he was amused. Although he was in the bathroom, he could clearly see what was going on in the living room.
"Yeah, yeah, why is my little pilot so good today? Did he do something wrong in the kindergarten and he was afraid of being spanked by his mother, so he worked hard to behave well?~"
This guy came out with a smile. He made Song Jia laugh so hard that he was so charming that his flowers were trembling.
The little guy immediately dropped his job, threw himself into his arms and shouted loudly: "Uncle, uncle, don't leave, okay?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!