After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged man in a floral shirt looked at Song Bingyan and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Song, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."
"Isn't it too early to leave now? You haven't compensated Longxingju for its losses yet." Song Bingyan raised his hand to stop the middle-aged man in a floral shirt and frowned.
"No... no need. In fact, there is not much damage in the store." Liu Zhuang hurried forward and said with a forced smile.
He knew very well that although the middle-aged man in the flowered shirt was obediently submissive now, as soon as Song Bingyan left, the other party would definitely settle the consequences, and he did not dare to push further.
Song Bingyan snorted, waved his hand and said, "Who said the loss was not big? Those few bottles of wine are worth at least three to five hundred thousand."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the middle-aged man in the floral shirt and said coldly: "For the sake of your good attitude in admitting your mistake, I won't argue with you about anything else. You will pay for the few bottles of wine. As far as I know,
You know, those bottles of wine are all fine wines from the collection, worth at least 500,000 yuan, triple compensation is 1.5 million yuan, what do you think?"
"One... one and a half million?" Upon hearing Song Bingyan's words, the middle-aged man in a floral shirt almost stared out of his eyes.
I secretly thought to myself, if you don’t care about it, it’s 1.5 million, but if you do, won’t I lose everything?
At first, he was a little happy when he heard Song Bingyan say that he would not care about anything else, but in the end he was given a hard knock.
You know, his annual income is only hundreds of thousands to 1.5 million, which is almost all of his family wealth. If it is given to Liu Zhuang, then he will have no choice but to live in poverty.
But looking at Song Bingyan's unquestionable expression, he didn't dare to say anything more. He just nodded and said: "Okay, one and a half million, then one and a half million, just..."
"It's just what, don't you want to give it to me?" Song Bingyan's face darkened.
"Mr. Song, I didn't mean that. After all, it's 1.5 million, and I can't carry it with me. Otherwise, I'll go back and get it for you?" The middle-aged man in the floral shirt hurriedly laughed.
Song Bingyan thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, then I will wait for you in Longxingju. If you dare not come, I will make you no longer have a foothold in Shuzhou."
"Mr. Song, don't worry, give me half an hour and I will definitely come back." The middle-aged man in the flowered shirt hurriedly said.
As he spoke, he glanced at Song Bingyan again, thinking that of course I would come back. How could I give up without the shame I felt today?
But on the surface, he didn't show it. Instead, he laughed naively at Song Bingyan a few more times, and then quickly led a group of subordinates and rushed out of Longxing Residence as if they were running away.
"Haha, how dare you, a bunch of losers, make trouble in front of me?" Seeing the middle-aged men in floral shirts disappearing from sight, Song Bingyan gently flicked the dust off the corners of his clothes.
Then, he hurriedly turned to look at Wang Shuya and Su Tie who were standing in the crowd, and said with a smile: "How about it, I told you a long time ago that there is no need to take those trash in my eyes at all, I can deal with them with a snap of my fingers."
"Song Bingyan, I really didn't expect that you still have a chance." Wang Shuya looked at Song Bingyan in surprise and praised with a smile.
"That's natural. I've been fighting since elementary school. I don't pay attention to the entire Shuzhou, no... the entire China, except for a limited number of people." Song Bingyan said proudly.
As he spoke, he turned to look at Su Tie, who was standing silently by the side, and chuckled: "Brother Su, how are you? Isn't it an eye-opener?"
Su Tie smiled but remained silent.
Song Bingyan's ability as a three-legged cat is indeed remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the world of martial arts, it is too weak.
Seeing that Su Tie didn't speak, Song Bingyan thought that the other party was intimidated by his thunderous methods, and the expression on his face was even more proud, and he patted his chest and said: "Brother Su, I'm not talking about you, you have such a small body, you should practice some training
, Otherwise, how can you protect your loved ones if you encounter trouble in the future?"
"We have a bodyguard at home, so we don't need him to protect us." Before Su Tie could respond, Wang Shuya hurriedly helped Su Tie smooth things over.
"Haha, you can bring a bodyguard with you anytime and anywhere. Do you also need to bring a bodyguard with you when you go on a date?" Song Bingyan chuckled.
"I……"
Song Bingyan raised his hand to interrupt Wang Shuya's words, continued to look at Su Tie, and said calmly: "Brother Su, with our relationship, if you want to learn fighting, you can come to me. After some training from me, those top masters may not be able to handle it.
But ordinary gangsters can still be defeated easily."
"No need, I'm not interested in fighting." Su Tie waved his hand and smiled.
"Brother Su, this is boring for you. I know you are proud of yourself, but there is nothing wrong with learning some skills. Besides, with my strength, you won't be looked down upon if you learn fighting from me. The so-called threesome...
..." Seeing Su Tie's refusal, Song Bingyan immediately started talking non-stop.
Previously, he had always been put down by Su Tie about the prefabricated house. Now after this incident, he could finally feel proud and proud. Naturally, he felt very proud.
But before Song Bingyan could finish what he said, Liu Zhuang, who had been silent just now, hurriedly stepped forward and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Song, I know Brother Bao's temper very well. He seemed to have given in just now, but in fact it was just a delaying tactic.
I guess he has gone back to ask for help now, so please take your two friends and hide."
"Hide?" Song Bingyan snorted softly and said loudly: "Why hide?"
"Mr. Song, I'm very grateful for you helping me vent my anger, but I can't let you get me involved. You'd better hide away. I'll handle the matter here." Seeing that Song Bingyan didn't listen to the persuasion, Liu
Zhuang suddenly became anxious.
Although the strength shown by Song Bingyan just now was indeed very impressive, he knew very well that there was a more powerful backer behind Brother Bao. Once those people came, Song Bingyan was no match at all.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly continued to persuade: "Mr. Song, Brother Bao has a very deep background. It is said that he has very deep connections with the underground world of Shuzhou. It is not something that ordinary people can provoke. Just listen to me and take him with you."
Let's go with your two friends, otherwise it will be too late."
"To tell you the truth, what I want is for him to have a backer, otherwise I will only deal with a little guy and not solve the problem." Song Bingyan sneered.
Just kidding, after finally showing his face in front of Wang Shuya, how could he leave so easily? If he was really scared away, wouldn't all his previous efforts have been wasted.
As he spoke, he stood up and sat on a chair nearby, beckoning: "Old Liu, go and prepare a bottle of good wine and some side dishes for me. I will sit here and wait for them to come over. I want the entire Shuzhou to know.
I am protecting you in Longxingju, no one can run wild here."