Invincible how lonely.

Chapter 25 Qian Bashun

Bai Ye in the living room adjusted his posture, his subordinates were gone, so he didn't have to be so serious.

So lying sideways on the sofa, drinking happy water, watching dramas, these days are boring and relaxing.

When watching the heroine break into the royal hunting ground, Bai Ye found it very interesting... I will continue to watch this drama tomorrow, it is getting late, I need to rest, my skin is a bit dry recently, and the air here is not good at all.

Yawning, Bai Ye went to the bathroom to wash up, then lay down on the bed... picked up the phone again, and turned on Douyin.

My majestic Lord Mojun is also becoming more and more depraved. Now I can’t live without my mobile phone. I have to use TikTok before going to bed, otherwise I feel that something is missing.

But today's vibrato made Bai Ye frown.

Most of them are about herself and Xiao Qingxue.

This gentleman has actually become that woman's mysterious husband! ! !

These human beings who are full and have nothing to do actually say that my majestic Demon Lord is her mysterious husband.

With her attitude, even a maid would dislike her.

The more I look at it, the more I feel uncomfortable. This woman uses my lord's brilliance to improve her status, which is simply outrageous.

Throwing the phone directly on the bedside table, Bai Ye took a deep breath, this woman's purpose is not simple, she must have thoughts about herself.

This gentleman doesn't like you, so let's die.

Gradually, Bai Ye fell into a deep sleep, and even had a dream.

In the dream, Xixi held her hand and laughed sweetly, and there was also a beautiful figure beside Xixi, but she couldn't see clearly.

at the same time.

An ordinary tea house in Yanhai City, two-story high, with retro-style decoration.

It looks ordinary, but there are a few luxury cars parked outside the teahouse, the most eye-catching one is the Rolls-Royce. In the eyes of Lord Mojun, the logo of this car is not good, and it has a double image.

In addition to Rolls-Royce, there is also a Maybach parked next to it, but no matter what, the aura of Rolls-Royce seems to be much higher.

And in a box on the second floor of the teahouse.

A man in his 60s was sitting on a mahogany chair, and he was quite skilled at making tea.

Although this man is already 60, he doesn't look old. He looks like a middle-aged man in his 50s. His hair is also dark and dark, but at such an age, he still looks a little fat, but those eyes give people a kind of If you feel bad, you will feel afraid subconsciously.

This man is Luo Hui's boss, Ba Ye.

Qian Bashun.

The wealthy people in Yanhai City basically knew each other, and everyone who saved face would call him Baye.

This Qian Bashun is also a formidable person, a young man from the countryside, wandering around in Yanhai City, starting from scratch, and reaching his current position is not easy, and only he himself knows the hardships involved.

There are many bodyguards in suits standing around the private room, watching eagerly.

And in front of the tea table, a man knelt on the ground and shivered. Even though the temperature was very low now, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were chapped and bloodless.

"Mr. Tong, is the temperature of the air conditioner too high? You're sweating so much, take some paper towels and wipe it off for Mr. Tong." Qian Bashun said with a slight smile while pouring the fine Tieguanyin.

The bodyguard in a suit took out a pack of tissues and threw it in front of Mr. Tong.

But Mr. Tong didn't dare to wipe his sweat at all, and even sweated even more.

"Baye, I really didn't take the project funds, it's wronged." Tong Shan lowered his head, trembling all over.

Qian Bashun paused for a moment, the water cup gradually overflowed with tea, Qian Bashun chuckled, put the teapot beside him, picked up the teacup, and hissed: "It's hot."

Tong Shan didn't know what Qian Bashun was going to do, and was terrified.

Qian Bashun shook the teacup, picked it up again, blew it lightly, and took a small sip.

"This tea is not bad, Mr. Tong, do you want to try it?"

Tong Shan hurriedly said, "Don't dare."

"Mr. Tong, don't be like this. You make me look bad. Come here...help Mr. Tong to sit down." Qian Bashun waved with a smile, he didn't know, he thought he was really a good person.

But everyone knows that this Eighth Master cannot be provoked.

Tong Shan, whose legs were so frightened, was helped up by the bodyguard and sat opposite Qian Bashun.

"That's right, try the tea I made." Qian Bashun poured out the hot tea, and the cup gradually overflowed.

Tong Shan's complexion was pale and his breathing was short of breath.

"Don't spill it. I made the tea with great difficulty. I hope Mr. Tong will save face and drink it in one gulp."

When the bodyguards heard this, they couldn't help but thump in their hearts.

But such a scene is still a small scene... but it is indeed tormenting.

Looking at the hot tea, Tong Shan hesitated.

"Mr. Tong, if you don't give me any face, I will be unhappy." Qian Bashun smiled towards Tong Shan, although there was a smile on his face, those eyes were contemplating death.

Tong Shan quickly reached out to pick up the teacup, just as he touched the teacup, the soup touched him, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand.

"You hate the tea I make?" Qian Bashun asked coldly, his smile disappearing in an instant.

"No...no...don't dare..." Tong Shan said intermittently, and stretched out his hand again, when he touched the teacup, the scorching pain made people distort, it was hot to the touch, and he had to drink it in one gulp.

Tong Shan is also going all out, as long as he can survive, a sip of hot tea is nothing!
Muster up the courage, Tongshan drank it all in one gulp!

The whole person turned red, and the clothes on his body seemed to be wet.

"Okay! Mr. Tong, give me noodles!" Qian Bashun laughed again, and even applauded. He picked up Zhonghua next to him and ordered one, and he didn't forget to send one to Tongshan.

Tong Shan was also flattered, and quickly took it with his red hands.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Bashun calmly received: "Mr. Tong, I don't have to pursue the matter of the project payment."

Hearing Qian Bashun's words, Tong Shan seemed to see the hope of survival, and almost knelt down to thank him.

"Baye, it's not about me..."

"Stop, stop, stop talking about your little tricks, isn't it just a bad bet?" Qian Bashun said lightly, with soot ash spread out on his right hand.

Tong Shan's face darkened, Eighth Master actually knew this, he was going abroad...

"Take my money to gamble, you are No. 1." Qian Bashun really admires this person, why is he so courageous.

"Ba Ye, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, I'll pay off your debts like a cow or a horse."

Qian Bashun put out the cigarette he hadn't smoked, and then said calmly, "Mr. Tong, the reconstruction of the old city is about to start. This matter is very important to me, do you understand?"

"understand."

"It's good to understand, I am still very optimistic about your team, so I will keep you, I hope you will not lose the chain again."

(End of this chapter)