Chapter 80 The timid will starve to death and the bold will die.
"Ah"
Duan Kun squinted his eyes and stared at Liang Kun with twinkling eyes.
"Isn't it?"
Liangkun didn't care about his eyes, looked at him, and opened a glass can of Coke for himself:
"Ji Bu is arrogant and competitive. He likes to compete for status too much. In addition, Brother Kun likes him so much that he also starts to use him."
"If we continue at this pace, let alone me, Liangkun, how many rounds can you stand firm? Can you ensure that you won't be kicked out by Ji Bu?"
"Snapped!"
Duan Kun slapped his hand on the table, causing the glass bottle of Coke to tremble: "Liang Kun, do you know what you are talking about!"
"Everyone is working for Brother Kun. Whoever is capable and powerful enough will be hired."
He stared straight at Liangkun, with white bangs falling on his forehead, and his eyes flashed a bit sharply.
"Well."
Liangkun spread his hands and smiled nonchalantly: "Since you are so selfless, just pretend that I didn't say anything."
He pushed the glass bottle of Coke in front of him, stood up on the stool, raised his hands and stretched.
Liangkun glanced sideways at Duan Kun, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and imitated Ji Bu's tone in a hoarse voice:
"As long as I want to, I will definitely take Duan Kun, even Jesus can't stop me, I said so!"
Repeating these words at this moment, it was so humiliating that it was like pressing Duan Kun's face to the ground and rubbing it like crazy.
"Bah."
Duan Kun was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he jumped up from his seat, stretched out his hand to pull Liang Kun's collar, his face was cold:
"The Yan family shovel, you are looking for Bian!"
He was breathing rapidly, and his chest was rising and falling with the frequency of his breathing. The knuckles of his palms that were holding the collar of Liangkun's clothes turned white.
"Angry?"
Liangkun opened his hands and did not resist, and repeated in a playful tone: "I'm sure Duan Kun will take it, even Jesus can't stop him!"
"Don't force me!"
Duan Kun clenched his teeth, and the white bangs hanging down in front of his forehead trembled slightly: "I will kill you, kill you!"
"hehe."
Liangkun chuckled lightly and looked at him like this.
"Bang!"
Duan Kun clenched his fist and punched Liangkun in the face, pushing him out: "Get out of here, get out of here now!"
"Duan Kun!"
Liangkun got up from the ground, shaking his head, looking careless: "I'm not telling you, if you don't hold Ji Bu down now, he will completely step on him in the future."
He stepped in front of Duan Kun and tapped his fingers on the table: "Listen to what they said to you. They don't treat you as a dish at all!"
Duan Kun raised his eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing.
"Actually."
Liangkun glanced around, looking at the empty shops without dine-in food, then turned back and continued:
"In my opinion, brother Kun doesn't regard us as his brothers at all now. Ever since he accepted Ji Bu as his disciple, he has devoted himself to training him."
Liangkun had organized his language a long time ago and began to complain unhurriedly: "No matter what resources they are, all the resources have been given to Ji Bu."
"He has always cultivated Ji Bu as his successor. As for us, he has long disliked us."
He picked up the Coke in the glass jar in front of him, bit the straw and took a sip of the Coke.
"What do you mean."
Duan Kun looked at him coldly and said angrily: "What do you want to express?"
"In my opinion, it's fine if this big guy doesn't recognize you."
Liangkun leaned forward, lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice:
"Lin Kun is old and confused. If you follow him, no matter how successful you are, you will only be helping Ji Bu gain his status!"
His tone became more serious: "Instead of doing things for him like this, it's better for us to do it ourselves, open our own business and grow bigger!"
"Grass!"
Duan Kun stared at him for several seconds: "Jiangkun, you are so fucking confused, aren't you?"
He pointed at the door: "Get out of here right now. I can pretend that you never said anything and nothing happened to us."
"I won't hide it either."
Liangkun talked to himself and continued: "I can see that you hate Ji Bu as much as I do. This Yan family shovel is too crazy."
"In this case, we have a common goal. Doesn't Lin Kun want to help Ji Bu become the leader? Let's eat them together!"
"You have been with Lin Kun for so long. You know a little bit about his flour business, right?"
Liangkun spoke his thoughts quickly: "His cooperation channels can be Lin Kun, Ji Bu, or us!"
Speaking of which.
Liangkun made a palm with his right hand and made a clean gesture of wiping his neck: "Eat them and expand the business!"
He stared at the white-haired Duan Kun with burning eyes: "Starve the timid to death, starve the bold to death, what do you mean, are you brave enough?"
Duan Kun stood there, the expression on his face changing.
"If you don't take action, once Ji Bu completely opens the stalls, you will have no chance at all!"
Liangkun stared at Duan Kun, catching the changes in his expression:
"When that time comes, he can eat you anytime he wants, and there will no longer be any place for you here!"
"As long as we join forces now, any season will be thrown into the street!"
Liangkun reached out and fiddled with the white gauze wrapped around his head, waiting for Duan Kun's answer.
Duan Kun stood there, his expression changing.
A few seconds later.
Liangkun turned around and left: "Since you are not brave enough, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Duan Kun looked at Liangkun who was leaving with twinkling eyes, hesitated for several seconds, and then called him directly:
"Jingkun!"
"Ah."
Liangkun stopped, turned around and looked at Duan Kun, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "That's right."
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at the same time.
Ocean.
In the office.
Lin Kun was sitting on his seat, leaning against the back of the seat in a relaxed state, closing his eyes and concentrating, not knowing what he was thinking.
Brother Shan was sitting next to him, smoking a cigarette quietly.
Ji Bu sat opposite Brother Shan.
It didn't take long.
Mencha was sent in by a crowfly.
Just now.
Wu Ying and others dragged Miancha down and simply bandaged the wound on his hand, then sent him back to the conference room again.
"Miancha."
Lin Kun raised his eyes and opened them, and said in a calm tone: "Mian Na took the goods away? By water?"
"snort."
Miancha snorted coldly and said nothing.
Lin Kun said again: "I want to talk to the Eight-faced Buddha now."
Mencha still didn't answer.
"I don't like your attitude very much."
Lin Kun turned to Ji Bu and said, "Abu, please treat him."
"good."
Ji Bu stood up and came to Miancha, looking at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Miancha, you are quite "reserved", but you are already in such a bad state and you still don't say anything?"
Talking room.
Ji Bu kicked Miancha to the ground, stepped on his neck to hold him down, stretched out his hand to pull up the hem of his shirt, and opened the zipper:
"It seems that you didn't drink enough urine last time in the nightclub. Let me entertain you some more."
"Idiot!"
As he looked at Ji Bu, who was about to take out his penis and drain the water, he immediately felt a sense of substitution, and the feeling of vomiting while holding the toilet that night swept over him.