Meng Yuan shook Huang Long's hand away and said angrily: "I still drink Mao wine, I'm not in that mood anymore."

Huang Long smiled, "Haha, you have an objection to me."

Meng Yuan was silent for a moment when he heard this, shook his head: "No, I just couldn't get over it and felt so nervous! Tm, I ran over to drink from all over the place. It was a very happy thing, but it happened to such a thing."

Huang Long touched the back of his head, glanced at Zhang Fan, and said to Meng Yuan half-jokingly: "Old Meng, Zhang Fan is my fucking brother. My fucking brother has caused trouble, which makes you feel uncomfortable. I am the brother, and I am also very frightened. Do you think this is OK? I kowtow to you. This matter has been over. How about it?"

Huang Long's words meant to retreat as advance, and in turn he defeated Meng Yuan's army, and his attitude was relatively tough.

Meng Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Fan next to him, his face changing a little.

People are in the world, and fame and status are interdependent. For Mengyuan, the status of the world is different from that of Huang Long.

Huang Long, who had been struggling in the society of Haibei City before the Third World War, has become well-known. More than ten years have passed, and it has long passed the stage of serving a knife to eat. Whether it is the economic foundation or superstructure, it has a certain climate. It can be said that Huang Long's rank is about to go ashore.

Meng Yuan is still in the primitive accumulation stage of capital, and there are some upper-level relationships, but it cannot be compared with Huang Long. This can be seen from the fact that there are no less than twenty small cars to support Huang Long’s birthday.

Meng Yuan had never met Huang Long before, and he had only heard of Huang Long's name, but when Huang Long called, he came to attend the birthday party in person and brought 180,000 gifts.

From this point of view, we can also see that there is a little difference between Mengyuan and Huang Long.

As for Zhang Fan, Meng Yuan had never heard of him before. He was stopped by Zhang Fan before. The reason why Meng Yuan did not take action was entirely because Zhang Fan could be in the same private room with him and in the core circle of the banquet.

At present, Huang Long said in person that Zhang Fan was his fucking brother. After hearing this, Meng Yuan was actually backing down.

"Swish"

Seeing Meng Yuan's face fluttering, Huang Long smiled slightly, as if he could penetrate the latter's thoughts in an instant. He turned his head and winked at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan immediately understood, stepped forward, came to Mengyuan, then stood upright, bowed deeply to Mengyuan, and then said sincerely: "Brother Meng, we are young and ignorant, and we are a little confused, and we are sorry for you!"

Seeing this, Meng Yuan's face was a little slow. After thinking for a while, he borrowed the donkey to go downhill, "Okay, it's all over. It's meaningless to pursue these things now. Haha, you are the brother of Boss Huang, and it's normal for you to have some privileges."

Zhang Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Meng Yuan's words were still a bit harsh, Zhang Fan could hear what he meant.

Obviously I am still looking at Huang Long's face, the implication is... If you were not Huang Long's brother, this would not be so easy to finish!

"hehe!"

Zhang Fan squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth, and reached out to shake Meng Yuan.

A farce ended, and a few minutes later, people from the emergency center arrived and Zhou Xiaoqiang was sent to the hospital. Fortunately, he just fell into a coma. It should have been a mild concussion and some skin trauma, and there was nothing serious.
Chapter completed!