Fatty Zhou knew very well about Lin Shicong’s origin. On the other side of Changbai Mountain, there was a rich second-generation who had a mine at home.

However, Fatty Zhou also has some influence in the port city and wanted to intervene in Jiangcheng's jewelry market for a long time, but it has always been controlled by the Tang family of the four small families and cannot be inserted.

That's why I agreed to cooperate with the Lin family and make trouble at tomorrow's jewelry exhibition, which ruined the reputation of the Tang family.

The two of them are colluding and each gets what they need.

However, in terms of profit distribution, the Lin family asked Fatty Zhou to make 30% of the profit, which made him feel a little unhappy.

He spent a lot of money to invite Ruan Laoqi, a Southeast Asian boxing champion, to follow him to protect his safety and to shock Lin Shicong.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the lobby outside, I saw a scene that stunned him.

In his impression, Ruan Laoqi, who had fought all over Southeast Asia, was now slumped on the ground, with a red and eye-catching leather shoes on his lower abdomen.

Obviously, the master he invited was kicked over by someone!

"What happened to Lao Qi...? Have you drunk too much?"

Fatty Zhou hurried over and helped Ruan Laoqi up, hoping that he would pretend to be a fool in front of Lin Shicong and the others, and then talk about the distribution of interests again.

Ruan Laoqi also gradually woke up from his dizzy state, shook his head, and then said frustratedly: "Yes, I drank too much and was attacked by someone."

Otherwise, why did you say that you were kicked out of nowhere?

After all, he is also a Southeast Asian boxing champion. He doesn’t want to be face-saving, he can only say that he has drunk too much.

"Go and wash your face quickly. I will introduce Mr. Lin to you later!" Fatty Zhou helped Ruan Laoqi into the bathroom and smoked a cigarette outside.

After thinking for a while, the cigarette butts were put out. When Ruan Laoqi came out, the two of them entered the private room together.

"Mr. Lin, this is what I am talking about with you. You should have seen him in the 'Black Belt' magazine, Karate champion, Taekwondo champion, and Hongquan champion!" Fatty Zhou introduced with some smugness.

"Well... can you open durians with bare hands?" Lin Shicong asked playfully.

"My kung fu is used to twist the opponent's head, not to perform." Ruan Laoqi snorted, not taking Lin Shicong seriously at all.

"Let's do this, look at Mr. Sun, who is still old and is definitely not as strong as you. You can try to pull Mr. Sun down and negotiate a good interest. I don't want any of it. If you can't let it go, it's still 30%, what's going on?" Lin Shicong asked with a smile, knowing very well what Fatty Zhou was thinking.

Fatty Zhou glanced at Sun Boren, and except for his weird dress, he couldn't tell what was so good. He nodded: "Lao Qi, then you should take it easy."

"Mr. Zhou, I only use 30% of my strength." Ruan Laoqi is a foreigner and has no idea that China has internal skills.

Sun Boren looked like an old man with a deep mist, and he didn't care about it at all.

After stretching out his bulging muscles and holding Sun Boren, Fatty Zhou counted three, two, and with a bang, Ruan Laoqi's arm was pressed on the marble coffee table without any suspense.

Moreover, the entire coffee table instantly turned into powder.

For a moment, not only did the princess in the box cover her mouth and exclaim, but even Ruan Laoqi widened her eyes.

It’s about ten centimeters thick for marble. It’s not difficult for him to break a crack with one punch, but the key is that it turns into powder, what kind of power does it have?

"Oh, the things in this place are not very solid. Look, Mr. Sun has turned into powder before he has tried his best!" Lin Shicong said with a smile.

"Hey, hey... Then let's go to the next private room to not affect your mood." Fatty Zhou wiped his sweat secretly, and he must have understood in his heart that Lin Shicong was a demonstration.

It seems that this old ghost who is not good-looking is a real master.

After leaving the private room, the group came to the hall again and prepared to go to Ruan Laoqi's private room to have a drink.

At this time, Zhao Muxin, who came out to use the toilet, happened to pass by everyone.

"Damn...just!" Lin Shicong's eyes lit up immediately.

Zhao Muxin had just graduated from college and still had a pure and charming atmosphere on her body. Especially her slender legs, round and strong, if they were placed on her shoulders, tsk!

When Ruan Laoqi saw Lin Shicong's expression as a pig, a light of inspiration flashed in his mind. The boy was so crazy just now, and the old guy here didn't seem to be a vegetarian.

It would be better to take this girl to the private room and kill someone by borrowing a knife.

Thinking of this, he lowered his voice and said, "I heard that he is a part-time job, Mr. Lin, I'll help you get it!"

"That's a part-time job, that's the one who sells it? What a pity!"

Lin Shicong suddenly lost interest, but Sun Boren next to him said, "I'm still a young man!"

"Is that true? Then I'll talk to her!"

Lin Shicong shouted to Zhao Muxin who walked to the bathroom door: "Hey, beauty, wait a moment!"

"Is there something wrong?" Zhao Muxin raised her eyebrows. Seeing Lin Shicong dressed like a young man, and a man with a dreadlocked braided man kicked unconsciously by Qin Fei stood beside her, she became alert.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just ask, how much does it cost to sell it?" Lin Shicong asked with a smile.

In his eyes, women are all playthings, not to mention that there are small places like Jiangcheng, which do not even have a big family. Even if it is a daughter, he dares to force a good person to become a prostitute.

"Are you sick? Your whole family sells it!" Zhao Muxin snorted and walked into the toilet in annoyance.

"Damn it, stop!" Ruan Laoqi saw that Sun Boren became interested in Zhao Muxin and knew that the opportunity to kill someone with a knife was ripe.

He rushed over with a quick step, pressed Zhao Muxin's shoulder, and suddenly resisted it: "Mr. Sun loves you, it's your honor. Who is the grass to give to? It's not grass? One hundred thousand, a cent is worth yours!"

"No, I'll send it to my private room!" Sun Boren was quite satisfied. This so-called boxing champion is quite good at doing things.

"Okay, Mr. Sun!" Ruan Laoqi grinned and resisted Zhao Muxin into the room where they wrestled their wrists just now, and cut her palm on Zhao Muxin's neck, making her faint softly.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, hoping that this old ghost would be more powerful so that I could beat that kid, otherwise my performance would be in vain.

"Mr. Lin, go and have a drink, I'll come here later!" Sun Boren glanced at Zhao Muxin, who was already lying on the sofa, turned around and walked in.

"Haha, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Ruan, let's drink first!" After that, the group walked into the box next door.

At this moment, a waiter carrying a fruit plate came in from Qin Fei's private room and said, "It was given by the gentleman from the local box!"

"Dizi, isn't the boxing champion fighting with us just now?" Long Zaitian was a little suspicious and asked the waiter to put down the fruit plate before checking carefully.

The other party should not be so kind. Qin Fei kicked him and even sent him to the fruit plate. There is definitely something wrong with it.
Chapter completed!