Mad Son-in-law

Wang Jie looked at Ma Liu's seriousness, stood up, took him and Zhang Dabiao to the corner of the Cantonese restaurant, and asked faintly: "What's the matter? Qi Huan's business!"

The vulture nodded and whispered: "Morey called me and wants to see you."

"Ma Liu, when did you learn to be a messenger?" Wang Jie's eyes were sharp and coldly said: "In the future, Morey has something to do, let him call me, you don't need you to be a megaphone."

Ma Liuyi was startled, looked at Wang Jie's eyes, and nodded.

"You have to understand, you are now sitting in Fan Xiaolin's seat and eating from Fan's community!" Wang Jieyou said quietly, "You, you are no longer the gold medalist of Thirteen Wolf, you know? If you are not used to it. With the change of identity, I can change people."

Vulture had no idea that Wang Jie would be so serious about this matter, so he quickly said, "Brother Jie, I know."

"It's not that I forced you, it's that my plan cannot tolerate failure. If you keep caring about your previous relationship with Morey, I can change the plan, but the premise is that you may also have to change seats." Wang Jie said lightly.

Even Zhang Dabiao heard a little ear-piercing from the side, and he didn't expect that Wang Jie would be so concerned about Ma Liu's attitude towards Morey. But having said that, the vulture can come to this day without relying on Wang Jie's deterrence against Fan. Obviously, the secret video of Wang Jie killing Qi Huan made Wang Jie have to be cautious, especially the position of Ma Liu, which is very important. Before Wang Jie leaves Yuncheng, all power must be in his own hands. .

"Go ahead, what does he mean?" Wang Jie asked.

Ma Liudao: "Morey wants to make peace with you, and he can return the 10 million he swallowed. If you want to talk, he will call you himself..."

While talking, Ma Liu's phone rang!

"Brother Jie, he is calling! You mean..."

Wang Jie smiled, did not hesitate, picked up the phone to answer the channel: "Mo Laogou, you are scared!"

Morey on the other end of the phone was startled. He didn't expect that the phone was already in Wang Jie's hands, and he didn't expect that Wang Jie's coming up to him turned out to be a language of humiliation.

"Wang Jie, you are too arrogant!" Morey couldn't help but suddenly raised his voice.

"But there are two acres of fertile land, how can there be a seal of Su and Qin Six Kingdoms?" Wang Jie sneered: "Morey, didn't you force me to be arrogant? You can be regarded as respecting you if you scold you, at least it is a domestic animal. You should be content. Okay, don't talk fast with you, after all, what do you want me to do?"

"Wang Jie, there is a saying,'Walk half way up the road to the sky.' Let's let him go over the past. You and the vulture will continue to control your Fan. I'm still in charge of my thirteen wolves. We don't offend the river. As for Qi Huan’s affairs, if you want him to die, it’s a spit in your heart. In order to show my sincerity, I will not blame the past, and I will pay you back the 10 million he gave me. ?"

"Hehe, it sounds sincere! To be honest, it's not that Qi Huan's death scared you." Wang Jie smiled and said, "It's a pity, I'm not interested."

"Wang Jie, don't take it easy!"

"Is there? Is it because I have to make a difference, or do you treat me as a fool? The ten million is originally my money, so why did you return it to me and return it to the original owner? How can it become my friendship with you? As for Qi Huan, who said he was the one who killed him? As far as I know, you are already dissatisfied with him! What you told the sniper, I heard clearly. I want to say Qi. You killed Huan, believe it or not?"

"Wang, do you play a rogue with me? I beg you for peace, but you really take yourself seriously. I, Morey, have been entrenched in Cloud City for so many years, and I really want to play. You don’t want to live it well, I don’t care about you. Is it the young master of the royal family or the garbage of the royal family, it's useless to me!"

"What about Fett? Mo Laogou, let me tell you, just relying on you and Lu Yuliang to jointly kill Fan Xiaolin, I will never end with you. Oh, it's not impossible to talk, if you really want to make peace, Just go to Fan Xiaolin’s tomb and kneel for a day, come down and talk to me!"

"Don't think about it!" Morey roared: "I have hundreds of people, I and you will fight to the end."

Wang Jie smiled and said: "Okay, I like to come hard, if you admit it, I'm still a little disappointed!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jie looked at Ma Liu and said, "Let’s talk about it, what do you think?"

The vulture hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Jie, Morey and I are different and inconsistent, but after all I have worked with him for so many years, I can fight against him with you, but I don't want to be like Li Shui, Like Zhu Lei and Yuan Bin's group, they usurped and killed the old brother."

"You can be regarded as telling the truth!" Wang Jie walked to the front of the vulture, and said clearly: "I, will never make peace with the enemy. Stand in your position, I can't help you."

The vulture stood with his arms down, looking at the calm face in front of him, without anger, and the faint tone made his two palms sweaty.

"Brother Jie, thank you!"

"Go ahead. If Morey calls you again, you will tell him that there is nothing to talk about between us."

"Yes!" The vulture nodded, turned and left the restaurant.

Looking at the back of the vulture, Zhang Dabiao whispered: "Brother Jie, did you have a bit of a tone to the vulture just now?"

"Why? Afraid that he would turn it around?"

"That's not the case. I just think that Maliu is also loyal to you. Your harshness to him may make him uneasy and feel that you will replace him at any time."

Wang Jie said indifferently: "I won't force him to kill Morey, but I must let him know who I am. It's too easy for a black man to lose himself. He came a full fifteen minutes later than Huang Fei today. During these fifteen minutes, he was talking on the phone with Morey. But fifteen minutes is enough for you and me to die here ten times. If it weren’t for me, he would have forgotten his surname!"

"Mr. Wang!" Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao were talking, and the shop owner and his wife walked over.

Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao smiled and said, "Old Du, the broken pieces are safe, there is a small episode, don't mind."

The shop owner smiled honestly: "This is exactly what I want to say. I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry that you got involved in such a thing."

"Yeah, I have to thank you, and your friends, if it weren't for you, I don't know how it will end today!" Lao Du's wife is a kind housewife. She felt a little lingering after experiencing such a thing.

Wang Jie said: "Sister-in-law, you are too polite to say that, it's just a matter of effort."

Old Du whispered: "Mr. Wang, I have known each other for so long, and I have never known what you do. I just saw those two people calling you brothers. Wouldn't you...you are also in the dark..."

Wang Jie smiled, and Zhang Dabiao quickly explained: "You think too much, my brother Jie is a businessman, but only knows them. Don't worry, from now on, no matter what the property manager or your ambitious brother, No one dared to come to the door!"

"Oh, that's right!" Wang Jie suddenly remembered something and said, "Lao Du, is your father's collection of your painting?"

"Hi!" Old Du smiled bitterly: "My dad is also a cook, and he doesn't know any calligraphy and painting at all. According to my dad, a short man with a gourd on his back was eating at my house about 20 years ago. He said he went to the toilet halfway, but he never came back. He left such a picture on his seat, dirty and tattered, and there was a big spider on it. My dad killed the spider. I wondered if he would take it for this person first, when he came to look for it, and then return it to him. As a result, this person never appeared again. When the old man was dying, he gave the bigger storefront to my brother, this The scrolls that were eaten by the insects were given to me as compensation. I'm a crude person, and I'm not rare in this thing. Since my dad died, I haven't opened it..."

"Mr. Wang, do you like this stuff?" Lao Du's wife suddenly said: "You said that you helped our family so much, and there is nothing to repay you. We don't know this broken painting. If you leave it at home, you will have to be taken away sooner or later. The worms are gone, just send it to you!"