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Chapter 788 About the New Year's Day

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, at 8 o'clock in the evening, Dongguan sat in the car and said softly to his wife: "Okay, you don't have to worry about me anymore. Drive back. I'll call you after finishing it."

The wife looked at Dongguan with a worried face, grabbed his arm and said, "You'd better stop going, I'm worried about you."

"What are you worried about me? Even if Lao Huang offended Qiu San and others, I will not offend them." Dongguan didn't know the connection with Zhejiang J Luo Jiahong at this moment, so he responded without taking it seriously: "I have something to talk about here. They must have their own demands when they hold Lao Huang down. I just can't take it away today, so I have to explore their bottom. You don't have to worry about it, go back quickly."

"I'm still a little worried..."

"When men do things, women don't get involved. If you do this, I'll be upset." Dongguan replied, stretched out his hand and pushed open the car door, turned around and shouted at the three brothers who followed him in the car behind him, "Let's go."

"Be careful, I heard that Qiu San is a very cruel person." The wife still sat in the car and shouted in a worried voice.

Dongguan stood there and paused for two seconds, then suddenly asked: "Hey, is my phone number there?"

"Oh!" The wife immediately came to her senses, lowered her head and opened her bag, took out a cell phone from it and handed it to Dongguan.

“Recharged?”

"Well, after a while, I should be able to make a few phone calls." The wife nodded and said, "If something is wrong, call me immediately... I'll contact Jiajun as well."

"Okay, I understand." Dong Guan nodded, waved his hand and urged, "Go away now."

"You go first."

"Still it."

In this way, Dongguan stood by the car and greeted his wife for a few words, then lowered his head and looked at his cell phone while leading the three young men into the gentry KTV.

After stepping into the KTV lobby, Dongguan frowned and looked at the missed call on his phone, muttering in confusion: "What are Liao Ang calling me?"

After speaking, two burly men with scalp and hair were walking towards the corridor. One of them glanced at Dongguan and opened his mouth and asked, "From Jiayang Company?"

Dongguan looked up when he heard the sound, and before he could reply to Liao Ang, he replied directly to the man who was talking to him: "Yes!"

"Then come with me, the third brother is inside." The strong man nodded expressionlessly, leading Dongguan to walk deep into the corridor.

On the street, after driving for less than two streets, Dongguan's wife was still not very at ease with Dongguan, so she hesitated for a while and immediately turned around and rushed back in the direction of KTV.

...

The gentry KTV is of the style of being rustic and not foreign. The store itself is accompanied by a girl. There are three floors upstairs and downstairs and dozens of private rooms. However, it is not top-notch in ShenY, the most economically developed city in Northeast China, and at most it is a mid-seller. However, its boss Qiu Er may be in order to keep up with the trend, so in such a nightclub-based nightclub that mainly sells accompanying and drinking. The girl, she vacated the hall at the back of the first floor and made a small slow shaking of less than 100 square meters.

With this change, the entire KTV looks inappropriate, and this slow-shaking bar basically cannot attract customers. Because the place is small, the card station is small, and there is no professional DJ, so the people who play are all drunk or accompanying guests. The wine girl, and the music is basically played with discs on the speaker.

However, today, although there were more than 30 young men and strong men in this slow-shaking bar, which is less than 100 square meters, none of them were normal guests, all of them were Qiu San’s brothers and friends.

Dongguan led three company backbones and walked into the slow-shaking hall with one hand in his pocket. After turning his head and scanning the situation inside the room. When he saw so many people sitting on the boarding table and sofa, and all staring at him, his heart suddenly stumbled, and he didn't understand what the other party was trying to do with him.

At the innermost part of the slow-shaking hall, Qiu San was wearing a light green turtleneck sweater, holding a microphone and pulling his neck, singing: "People who are not understood are the most sad. Anyway, love or not is guilty. If you want to leave, you have to wipe away your tears! Ah———Don't ask how many people I have loved and hurt...!"

Dongguan listened to Qiu San's singing like a child dead, frowned slightly, and then heard the strong man leading the way say, "You go over and sing, the third brother is the one who sings."

Dongguan nodded at the other party and was about to walk forward. At this time, the three brothers behind him were also following, but a young man sitting on the card table next to him was holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and raised his foot to block the three men: "Fuck, is that where you can go?"

The three of them were stunned. Dongguan turned his head and looked at each other, then whispered: "It's okay, you three sit here and have a few sips of beer."

"Okay." The leading brother nodded.

After saying that, Dongguan took a few steps forward, turned his head and glanced at Qiu San, bent down and sat on the sofa next to him.

"Bang."

A bald brother of Qiu San raised his legs and placed it directly on the sofa. He looked at Dongguan with a squinted look and shouted: "Have you sat down?"

Dong Guan frowned slightly, picked up an empty chair from the side, placed it next to the coffee table with a bang, sat down expressionlessly and said, "You can't talk to me."

"Haha, fuck me," the bald man smiled, leaned forward and sat forward and asked, "Where are you talking to me?"

Dongguan narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party: "I'm just talking to you, what's wrong?"

"Bang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu San threw the microphone on the coffee table, and a sound of electric current was swaying. Then he bent down and looked at Dongguan and asked, "You think this is Zhejiang J, ah, friend?!"

"I'm here to talk about things." Dong Guan replied with a frown.

Qiu San pointed at Dong Guan's face when he heard the sound and scolded: "What the hell are you in Sanxin Company? Are you worthy of talking to me?"

Before Dongguan came, he never expected Qiu San to have this attitude. Because after I knew Qiu San had tied up Fatty Huang, he would definitely think that Qiu San must have his own demands, otherwise what is the meaning of tying someone? So Dongguan always thought that the other party would talk to him, but he did not expect that the other party's formation today and the attitude that Qiu San showed did not seem to be about to talk...

Request?

Where are their demands? What are they going to do? Dongguan can't understand it at all.

"Bang!"

Just when Dongguan was a little confused, Qiu San, who was drunk, reached out and patted Dongguan's face again: "I'll ask you, are you worthy to talk to me?"

"Qiu San, do you want to break up with Sanxin Company?" Dong Guan frowned and stood up and asked.

"Haha, fuck!" Qiu San curled his lips, turned around and spread his hands to look at his brother and said, "Sanxin Company? I'm so fucking scared. Come on, tell him quickly, who is doing well in this area!"

"Hulala!"
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