Ji Bu raised his eyes and did not refute Brother Shan's words.
Ah Ji stood behind him, took out a wad of money from his pocket, threw them one by one on Liangkun, and spoke again:
"The medical expenses that Boss Ji gave you should be used to see a doctor."
Whether it was Ji Bu or his handsome boy Aji, their attitudes were extremely arrogant.
"Hem home shovel!"
Liangkun got up from the ground, covering his bleeding head, and was about to rush forward.
"Jingkun!"
Lin Kun stood up from his seat with a loud shout and said in a cold tone: "Are you going to be a disobedient horse?"
Following Lin Kun's scolding, Liangkun stood there without daring to move.
"It's gone!"
Lin Kun waved his hand and left with a cold face.
Several people in the conference room looked at each other and had no choice but to disperse.
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Late at night.
A night snack stall on the street.
Liangkun was sitting on a stool smoking a cigarette. His head was tied tightly with gauze and his face could not be seen clearly.
The white medical gauze was slightly oozing with red.
"Fight on the street!"
Ba Guan sat next to Liang Kun, took a beer and took a sip into his mouth: "Brother Kun, it's not me, but now the talk is getting more and more bad."
"Ji Bu is a street guy, but he dares to flatten you in front of the boss, and flattens you like this, and they still side with Ji Bu."
Speaking of which.
He took out the 10,000 yuan for medical expenses that Brother Shan had asked Ji Bu to compensate from his pocket and said, "Damn it, 10,000 yuan. Brother Kun, you are worth 10,000 yuan?!"
"Grass!"
Liangkun raised his hand and slapped Baguan on the head, knocking him off his seat and flying to the ground: "I'm very angry now, can you stop saying a few damn words?!"
"Yes Yes."
Ba Guan got up from under the table in aggrieved manner: "Am I not trying to fight for brother Kun?"
"How many things have we done for the big boss? Which of the streets in his hands were not taken down by us?"
Baguan moved the stool under his buttocks and finished it, chattering incessantly:
"Since Ji Bu appeared, the big boss first gave him the responsibility for the ocean business, and now he wants us to allocate half of the space to him."
"If we continue like this, we will still be having fun."
"Idiot!"
Liangkun bit the cigarette butt, raised his hand again and slapped Baguan to the ground, shaking his head and cursing: "I told you to shut the fuck up, shut up!"
"..."
Ba Guan sat down on the ground, speechless for a moment and did not dare to speak.
"Fuck you."
Liangkun picked up the beer and poured it into his mouth: "I finally understood today that being big doesn't mean being big."
His brows furrowed together: "When did that street-beating Ah Ji jump out?"
I had suffered a painful blow tonight, and my head wrapped in gauze was still aching. I was deeply impressed by the silent, white-haired Aji who followed Ji Bu.
"He used to hang out with Tony."
Baguan had a little impression of Aji: "I hung out with Tony for a short time and then left again. I don't know why he appeared next to Ji Bu again."
As he spoke, he got up from the ground, straightened the overturned stool, and sat down again.
"Idiot!"
Without warning, Liangkun slapped Baguan on the head again, knocking him to the ground again, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Damn it, Tony has such a brave man under his command, why the hell didn't you notice before?"
"..."
Ba closed his lips and murmured, feeling extremely aggrieved. He touched the platinum chain hanging around his neck and completely stopped talking.
"Depend on."
Liangkun closed his eyes with a gloomy expression and said coldly:
"Ji Bu, the Yan family, is no big deal. This transaction must have been a set-up for me. He dared to scheme against me."
Baguan got up from the ground again.
This time he learned to be smart and deliberately distanced himself from Liangkun, holding a stool and sitting opposite Liangkun:
"Brother Kun, why don't we strike first and find an opportunity to kill him?"
"Today he dares to beat you in front of the boss, who knows what he will do tomorrow."
"What a fool! You teach me how to do things!"
Liangkun raised his hand and slapped him again, but the distance between the two was too far and he missed.
"hey-hey."
Ba Guan bared his teeth and smiled: "Leave this matter to me, and I will help deal with this problem."
"come here."
Liangkun hooked his hand at Baguan, and Baguan's facial features immediately twisted together: "No, Brother Kun, you are flattering me again."
"Bang!"
Liangkun raised his foot and kicked Baguan to the ground, scolding him: "You didn't even dare to fart when we were in the conference room."
"I want you to kill Jibu? Why don't I let a dog do it? A dog is more powerful than you!"
After venting several times, the anger in Liangkun's heart finally dissipated a bit, and he sat on his seat shaking his legs and drinking.
Suddenly.
From the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw a white-haired man walking into the hotel, and immediately stood up and followed him.
The restaurant was quite empty, only one table was occupied.
Duan Kun, who has white hair and a flowing hairstyle, sat on his seat, took the glass bottle of Coke in the frame, pried off the lid, inserted a straw into it and drank it.
Duan Kun's current appearance is not very good, and the two slightly swollen red marks from the palm on the left and right sides of his face have not dissipated.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liangkun who walked in, but ignored him.
"hehe."
Liangkun opened the stool opposite Duan Kun and sat down, leaning forward: "Brother Kun, are you alone?"
"roll."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at him: "I'm in a bad mood right now, don't bother me."
"Brother Kun looks very angry."
Liangkun smiled and shrugged, but did not leave. He raised the beer in his hand to Duan Kun and said in a hoarse voice:
"Jiangkun, I will remember what happened tonight, thank you."
What he was talking about was that in the conference room tonight, Duan Kun made a comment from his perspective, in a disguised way, he was siding with himself.
"Grass."
Duan Kun frowned and cursed: "I'm not helping you, I'm just telling the truth."
He glanced at Liangkun coldly: "But look at how miserable you are, being flattened like this by Ji Bu in front of the boss."
"hehe."
He sneered, sucked the coke through the straw and said nothing.
"If I throw myself into the street, you won't be much better off."
Liangkun spread his hands with a nonchalant look on his face: "It's just a loss of face for me to be beaten, but in comparison, you seem to be even more shameless than me."
"You are even worse than me, Liangkun!"
"Grass!"
Duan Kun slammed the Coke glass bottle in his hand on the table, reached out and grabbed Liang Kun: "Street boy, what are you talking about?!"
"Am I wrong?"
Liang Kun didn't resist, and let Duan Kun grab his collar: "At most, I just miss a few streets. My handsome boy is still my handsome boy."
"But you are different. You are mainly responsible for the flour line. Brother Kun obviously wants to reuse Ji Bu now. Your position is the most precarious."