Lin Kun raised his eyebrows coldly and stared straight at Liangkun: "Do you know what you are talking about?!"
Just then.
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui, who had been sitting silently, suddenly interjected: "I think Liang Kun's words are not unfounded."
"Duan Kun!"
Lin Kun slapped the table and stood up from his seat: "Presumptuous!"
He stared at Duan Kun coldly with squinty eyes, and the aura of a talkative person exuded from his body, showing no anger and self-power.
This moment.
Lin Kun was really angry.
"I'm not saying what Liangkun said is definitely right."
Duan Kun stretched out his hand to smooth the white bangs that fell in front of his forehead: "But what Liangkun said is not necessarily wrong."
He looked at Ji Bu: "What do you think, Abu?!"
This moment.
Duan Kun stood up, because in just that moment, Lin Kun's every word and deed revealed his liking for Ji Bu.
Jealousy makes him look ugly.
"hehe."
Ji Bu grinned, first looked at Duan Kun, then at Liangkun, and then continued to smoke the cigarette in his hand.
"Jibu!"
When Liangkun saw Duan Kun supporting him, he felt confident: "Come on, tell me, Brother Kun asked you to go with Brother Shan, why don't you go?"
"Zi"
Ji Bu took a hard puff of the cigarette, which made the sound of burning tobacco.
"Since we have talked openly today, we won't hide it."
Liangkun no longer had any cover-up, opened the skylight and spoke frankly: "Although we both eat from the same bowl, everyone knows the exact relationship between us."
"I was still curious at the time. I said I would do this, but Brother Kun didn't agree, but you agreed."
"We don't have a harmonious relationship. Why did you suddenly agree to let me do this? Ah?"
"If you didn't know there was something wrong with this matter, why would you let me do such a beautiful job? Ah?"
"Zi"
Ji Bu took a drag of the cigarette, leaned against the back of the seat, adjusted his posture, and looked at Liangkun with squinted eyes.
"Come!"
Liangkun looked at Ji Bu who was silent, leaned forward, put his hands on the conference table, and looked at Ji Bu with eager eyes:
"Come, tell me why."
He slammed his hands on the table hard, and his hoarse voice became sharp at this moment: "Come on, tell me loudly, why!"
"call"
Ji Bu exhaled a puff of smoke and tilted his head to look at Aji standing next to him: "Aji, brother Kun is asking me why?"
"You can answer it for me."
Ah Ji, who had always been silent and never made a sound in front of the big boss, moved his neck and responded for the first time:
"Eh"
The next second.
Aji suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Liangkun's collar with his left hand very quickly, and pulled Liangkun up, who was leaning forward on the conference table.
Then he pressed his head with his right hand and pushed him directly to the table with a "bang" sound.
Aji's sudden move caught Liangkun off guard, and the strong force instantly held him down, with his upper body pressed against the conference table, unable to get away.
later.
As soon as Baguan saw Liangkun being held down by Aji, he was about to step forward.
"What do you want to do?"
Wu Ying and Hua Zai rushed forward and stopped Ba Guan directly: "Stop, or I will kill you!"
Baguan looked at the menacing two men and immediately stopped.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes, put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, picked up the stool under his buttocks and smashed it on Liangkun's head.
Aji grabbed Liangkun's collar with an expressionless expression and locked him to the conference table.
"Boom!"
Ji Bu waved the stool in his hand with a cold face, and then the hard wooden seat hit Liangkun's head, and blood spattered on the conference table.
Lin Kun sat in his seat and watched this scene expressionlessly. He didn't say anything to stop it, just watching.
A dull thumping sound echoed through the conference room.
After several consecutive hits, Ji Bu lifted up the stool and hit Liangkun on the back, causing the entire stool to fall apart.
Then Aji let go.
Liangkun curled up and fell to the ground, paralyzed.
"Grass!"
Ji Bu casually threw the broken stool in his hand on the ground and spat at Liangkun: "Caoni Ma, how many years have you followed Brother Kun? Have you come up yet?"
He stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of his shirt: "You were no good back then, but now that I'm giving you a chance, you're even fucking no good."
"Ask me why, are you qualified for this?!"
Said.
He turned to look at Duan Kun, who was sitting in front of him: "And you, if you think what Liangkun said makes sense, then you agree with him?"
"Come on, do you want to ask me yourself?"
"hehe."
Duan Kun sneered and narrowed his eyes: "You are so powerful! How dare you be bigger than me now?!"
"I don't dare."
Ji Bu looked at him expressionlessly, but then asked in a stiff tone: "I asked you to lead the team to do things, have you done the job?"
"how."
Duan Kun's expression dropped completely, and his voice became louder: "Are you questioning me?!"
"hehe."
Ji Bu sneered unceremoniously: "This transaction was your fault, and you were responsible. If something went wrong, it was you who jumped on the street, and you said it to me?! You are not qualified either!"
He raised his eyes and glanced at Duan Kun with great contempt:
"It's not that I look down on you. As long as I want to, I will kill you Duan Kun. Even Jesus can't keep you. That's what I said!"
"Jibu!"
Duan Kun slammed the table and jumped up. His white hair trembled twice: "You are looking for death!!"
For a while.
The atmosphere in the conference room was tense and the smell of gunpowder was extremely strong.
"Okay, okay!"
Brother Shan, who had been silent for the whole time, clapped his hands and stood up: "Everyone has turned against them, haven't they? You don't take Brother Kun seriously?!"
Brother Shan, whose status is second only to Lin Kun, is acting as a peacemaker at the moment: "Since you think there is something wrong with Abu, why don't we investigate it."
Said.
He asked Ma Zai to go down and call the person in charge of the nightclub over.
The person in charge had never seen such a posture before. He carefully told what he knew and described it truthfully.
"Kunzai."
Brother Shan reached out and patted Duan Kun on the shoulder: "Based on what he told Miancha, what both sides said is pretty much the same. That's what happened."
"This transaction really depends entirely on Abu. As for the ghosts you are suspicious of, they are just guesses. Please stop thinking nonsense."
Speaking of which.
He looked at Ji Bu again and scolded: "And you, Abu, I know you are very contentious, and you have also contributed a lot to this matter."
"But, Liangkun and Duan Kun are older than you after all. What's your attitude? Neither older nor younger."
Although Brother Shan was scolding Ji Bu, he was always defending Ji Bu in his words, and even the tone of scolding was not very strong.
Zhongxiao Street Night Market.
Ji Bu distributed 30% of the profits to Lin Kun, and even gave 10% of the profits to Brother Shan.
Brother Shan also looked down upon this profit, but Ji Bu's respectful attitude was not seen in Liang Kun and Duan Kun.
"Look at you, how unbecoming you are when you flatten pretty Kun like this."
He waved his hand, frowned again and scolded: "Hurry up and ask someone to take Liangkun to the hospital, and get him another 10,000 yuan for medical expenses."