Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Rely on me, Song Ruye.

A loud and loud word fell heavily in the banquet hall, causing everyone to stare at the young man again. He was rude to her. I don't know whether to say arrogance or arrogance. In short, after a few seconds of silence, the theme was careless. Luo Jingyuan gathered his breath, and the domineering courage of the leader of the gang was released, like a tiger out of a box.

"Little brother, drink this cup of tea, and answer this question well." He was wearing a dark red coat and handed over a cup of tea with a bamboo clip. It was quite a style of Shanghai from the old days. I don’t like to make jokes, and I don’t like the younger generation making jokes in front of me."

  So, you'd better put away your young and frivolous unknowingly, and honestly think about the answer again, otherwise it will not be as simple as going out today.

  The boss really moved, and everyone else closed their mouths, looking at the handsome boy on the solo sofa together, imagining that she would be frightened and pee.

But in such a tight atmosphere, the young man not only showed no timidity at all, but also leisurely picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes and smelled the fragrance of tea, his lips twitched, and he said leisurely: "The best big red robe, it's a pity to use Wrong utensils, rough clay pots can’t produce fragrance. The better things, without proper techniques and carriers, after all, there is no way to get diligent and breakthrough. Tea is like this, so are the gangs and factions, I Are you right, boss Luo?"

  The voice fell, she took a sip, then poured half of the cup back into the tea tray.

   "You..." Luo Zihang has never seen anyone daring to be so arrogant in front of his father. He immediately narrowed his eyes, and became angry when he gestured.

   "Hold on." At this moment, Luo Jingyuan raised his hand to stop him, staring straight at the opposite side with deep eyes, "Go on."

Luo Zihang had a black face and said nothing, the young man on the other end held the pressure but did not change his face. He took the tea can with his backhand, and carefully added spoonfuls into the purple clay pot. In the later period, the other two set their own doors, and quickly formed a three-legged trend, pressing on the Red Tiger Gang step by step. In terms of strength and resources, the Red Tiger Gang is no worse than the other two. If you lose, you lose because of the aging of the management. Be content with the status quo, and wait until the danger comes before you realize that you have more than enough energy but not enough energy."

  Boiled water boiled over the charcoal fire, making a gurgling sound. At this moment, the audience was silent, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the young man of the Crimson Tiger Gang in public as if they had seen a ghost, silently worrying that the next second his boss would shoot her and splash her with blood on the spot.

However, the young man seemed to be unaware of it. He took the boiled water to make tea freely, and his white and slender fingers gently squeezed the tea foam, and calmly continued: "Boss Luo has summoned so many young heirs to his birthday party this year. It’s nothing more than looking for a promising arm that can survive the flanking situation of the other two. Even though the night gang has not been popular in recent years, it still has its heritage. Compared with choosing some fledgling new gangs, pie, The old team is still more stable."

  Most people think that this is because the father is distressed that his son is looking for a small partner in disguise, but only she knows the medicine sold in this play gourd. Only by grasping the veins, can she make Ye Gang stand out today.

  The voice fell slowly, just like a tea-making effort.

  Clear tea with a faint fragrance. If there is no lingering in the arena, the boy pinched the wooden clamp, took the teacup with his white and transparent fingertips, and everything was so graceful and noble.

Luo Jingyuan, who had been silent all the time, slowly took a sip of his tea. The sweet aftertaste made him close his eyes. When Luo Zihang was about to shoot the bewitching little white face in front of his father, he heard it suddenly. The harsh father raised his head and laughed loudly, "Hahaha...the young man now is really amazing, this tea is so good!"

  Not only does the tea make good, but even the situation is precise and accurate, and the suggestions made are even more difficult to find the least reason for rejection.

  The young man understood the deep meaning of it, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little deeper, and he nodded slightly and followed, "Good tea, there must be people who know how to appreciate it."

  The Night Gang and the Red Tiger Gang, one has accumulated a lot of money to wait for the opportunity, and the other is in urgent need of help when the boat arrives at the bridge. The combination of the two is the best result.

  Between two short sentences, it seems like gossip, but in fact it has already established the intention of the two groups to work together.

  In the end, when Luo Jingyuan took the initiative to stand up and shake hands, the crowd watching the excitement was still a bit misty.

  Luo Zihang was even more silly, staring at Dan Feng, staring blankly at his always unsmiling father, not only shook hands with Xiao Bai Lian, but also nodded repeatedly to praise each other.

  Until the banquet started, the teenager was directly arranged next to Luo Jingyuan, and the importance of it was self-evident.

  It’s just that Qin Qing lost her appetite after a few mouthfuls of food, because the teenager opposite had been staring at her with a cannibal expression.

"Ruye, eat more. After eating, go and play with my bastard. I think you write well and make tea. You must be good at learning." Luo Jingyuan kindly picked up a chopstick and set it into the teenager. In the bowl, I saw that she was polite and polite even when she ate, and she sighed again, "If you can go to school with my kid, it would be great, and you can urge him more."

  This kind of behavior of belittling his son is obviously done at ordinary times. The elders at the dinner table looked at Luo Zihang with sympathy.

  Qin Qing was awakened, thought for a while, and muttered: "It's not impossible. I plan to open the casino under my name in the near future. At that time, for the convenience of management, it is a good choice to transfer to City B."

   "Huh? You still have a casino?" Luo Jingyuan immediately looked at him with admiration, and couldn't hide his appreciation. "Ru Ye, I have to learn from your uncle when I have time to see how he teaches the children, haha..."

Luo Zihang, who felt that he was not his own, poked the meatballs in the bowl, his anger rose to the top of his head, and sneered: "I really admire some people when it comes to casinos, in order to curry favor with my dad. Everything can be done."

  Originally, he was a guest at the table, and the rule was that he could no longer compete, but he was helpless today because of too much stimulation, and Luo Zihang's emotions were not controlled for a while.

With a slap, Luo Jingyuan patted the table on the spot

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to be ignited in the anger of the father and son again, a chuckle was suddenly pierced in the chute, and then Qin Qing's voice like a spring breeze said indifferently: "If Luo Shao doesn't believe it, after dinner, let's go and play. A handful."

  This kind of young man with unstable mentality can't stand the violent generals the most, and his eyes are full of wins and losses, just one point.