Mr. Ma and Yang Lujing sang together, which made Zhang Xiaoman's chest undulate.

She pointed to Song Yun and said, "This gentleman is here to buy jade. He first fell in love with this jade pendant. Why do you snatch it away?"

"Haha." Yang Lujing laughed sarcastically and said, "Did he come to buy a jade pendant? You don't even look at him like that. He is wearing Versace or Genia, and he can afford a jade pendant worth more than 100,000 yuan per piece?"

"How do you know he can't afford it?"

Zhang Xiaoman retorted, but his tone was a little weak.

At this time, several other clerks came over and whispered to Zhang Xiaoman: "Xiaoman, don't argue with Sister Yang. She is the sales ace of our store. It's no good to offend her."

"Yes, and you don't know what her relationship with the manager is. If she blows the wind on the manager's ears, the job you just got will be ruined."

"Xiaoman, this young man doesn't look like a jade buyer. Why do you offend Sister Yang to help him?"

Hearing everyone's dissuasion, Zhang Xiaoman not only felt relieved, but her heart became even more upset, her face turned red, and she wanted to argue with Yang Lujing, but she didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Yang Lujing smiled, her eyes full of jokes, and said, "Xiaoman, there are still many things you need to learn."

After saying that, she turned to look at Song Yun and said, "Homemaker, if you are not here to buy jade, leave quickly."

Everyone looked at Song Yun, showing pity. After being humiliated like this, the young man must have felt bad.

But these days, you have no ability and no money, so who can you blame?

"hehe."

But at this moment, Song Yun suddenly laughed, making everyone laugh for no reason.

You are still laughing when you are humiliated, you are sick.

Song Yun ignored the eyes around and said to Yang Lujing: "Yes, you are right. I am indeed not here to buy jade."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoman looked disappointed. He had just argued for Song Yun, but he surrendered. He was so stupid.

"Haha, Zhang Xiaoman, have you seen this guy doesn't buy anything at all. If you introduce him to him, it's a waste of time."

Yang Lujing said with a proud look on her face, then looked at Song Yun and said coldly: "Homemaker, you finally don't act anymore. Since you don't buy jade, then we Feng Chaohuang don't welcome you, so you can go."

"Hmph, if you don't learn well at a young age, why do you learn to show off in high-end jade shops? Alas, it's really a world of decline."

Mr. Ma shook his head and looked at Song Yun with disgust.

This feeling of stepping on people makes him feel very vain as a successful person.

Song Yun pulled a stool and sat down, and smiled and said, "I'm not here to buy jade, I'm here to ask others to give me jade."

After saying that, he took out the phone and called Zhou Hunshi.

After a call, the other person said excitedly: "Song Yun, I have heard of your deeds. You are so fierce. You are my idol."

Song Yun smiled and said, "Okay, I'll come to Qinglong Villa when I have time. I'll teach you two tricks. By the way, I've had some small things in Feng Chaohuang. You know that my bad temper is hard to predict. Contact Wang Qiang and tell him that within ten minutes, if he doesn't give me a solution, Feng Chaohuang will disappear from China."

"Damn, I'm really looking for death. I dare to provoke my brother! I'll tell Wang Qiang that this thing is ungrateful."

Zhou Hunshi's tone was very arrogant, not because he was the eldest son, but because he was provoking Song Yun.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yun smiled at Zhang Xiaoman and said, "Xiaoman, don't worry, things will come to an end soon."

Seeing his calm look, Zhang Xiaoman was suspicious and didn't know what he was selling.

Mr. Ma laughed and teased: "Young man, you brag too much, and you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue. I just heard you contact Wang Qiang, do you know who Wang Qiang is? He is Feng Chaohuang's boss and a real estate tycoon in China. You actually said that within ten minutes, he would give you a solution. Are you funny?"

"Young people today can really lie."

"Look at how he called just now, it looks like he is real."

"This acting is just one word, but the final result is awesome."

The customers and salesmen in the jade store, looking at Song Yun, started to talk, feeling like they treated Song Yun as a clown.

Song Yun had never seen any storms. He sat on a stool with a calm look on his face, as if there was no one around him.

Seeing this, Yang Lujing walked out from behind the counter and pointed at Song Yun and said, "Boy, go out immediately. Feng Chaohuang doesn't welcome you. If you don't leave, I'll call the security guard."

"Don't point me, I treat men and women equally, but I don't have the good habit of not beating women."

Song Yun looked at Yang Lujing, and his eyes were filled with fierce light, which made Yang Lujing shudder and staggered back two steps in shock.

"Lu Jing."

Mr. Ma stepped forward to support Yang Lujing, rubbed Yang Lujing's chest, and glared at Song Yun and said, "Boy, you really treat yourself as a scallion. Humph, you said you have a bad temper, I want to see how violent your temper is."

As he said that, Mr. Ma began to roll up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo on his arm, looking fierce.

But before he could roll up his sleeves, Song Yun waved his hand and slapped Mr. Ma and fell to the ground with a bang.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, Song Yun took action so decisively and fiercely, and his movements were so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Everyone showed that this young man was really angry.

Mr. Ma got up from the ground, blood flowed out of his mouth, moved his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of his back and squeezing his teeth, and he was in a state of discomfort.

Song Yun was still sitting there, shrugged and smiled, "I said that I was so angry, why don't you believe it?"

Mr. Ma showed anger on his face and was about to hit Song Yun. But thinking of the force of Song Yun slapping just now, he stopped again and threatened: "Boy, wait for me, I want you to look good."

As he said that, Mr. Ma took out the phone and called out. After talking in a gushy way, he pointed at Song Yun and sneered: "Boy, you're in trouble. My cousin is the security minister of this mall. Let's see how I deal with you."

Yang Lujing hid behind Mr. Ma and said viciously: "This kind of young man who is ungrateful should teach him a lesson."

When Zhang Xiaoman heard that the security department was coming, he panicked and pulled Song Yun down and said, "Go away quickly. The security department of this mall is very fierce. I saw a few days ago that they beat an old man begging at the door and were covered in bruises."

Upon hearing this, Song Yun's face darkened.

Since that's the case, he can't leave.

The efficiency of shopping mall security has never been so efficient. In less than a minute, eight people came, all of them were black suits and white shirts, with walkie-talkies hanging on their ears, and they looked very professional.

The leader was a man in his forties, with a strong figure, a flat head, and a fierce look on his face.

As if he saw the savior, Mr. Ma shouted to the man entering the door: "Cousin, it's this kid who makes trouble here and beat me."

The Security Minister nodded slightly, with an expression on his face that I know how to do it.

He led his men to Song Yun and said, "Sir, I am Zhou Jie, the security minister of the mall. Since you injured someone, we want to invite you to sit in the security room for a while, and ask you to come with us."

There were many people present, so Zhou Jie did not take action directly, but wanted to take Song Yun to the security room for treatment.

Song Yun did not move, but asked, "I heard that a few days ago, an old man begged at the entrance of the mall. You injured the old man, right?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, wondering why Song Yun suddenly asked about this.

"That old man was actually stealing at the door under the pretext of begging. Of course we can't sit idly by. I'll have to beat this kind of old guy next time I see him."

Jay Chou has a lot of experience in handling matters. He calmly made up a lie and said to Song Yun: "But this matter seems to have nothing to do with you, right? Young man, please follow us, otherwise we will have to move."

Song Yun stood up and stared at Zhou Jie coldly.

When Mr. Ma saw him stand up, he thought he was going to follow Zhou Jie to the security room, and said proudly: "Boy, why are you not showing off? You can fight my cousin."

Song Yun walked towards Zhou Jie and said coldly: "You are really a fucking beast, you even beat the old man!"

After being scolded by Song Yun, Zhou Jie's expression changed and he shouted: "So what if I beat him? Is he your father? It's your nonsense. Humph, how dare you scold me, seeking death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jie waved his hand and greeted the seven subordinates behind him, and surrounded Song Yun together.

"This young man is really ungrateful."

"Oh, but these security guards are not good things. That day I saw them beat the old man. In fact, the old man didn't steal or beg for money. He just picked up a few mineral water bottles and was beaten very badly."

"This young man is going to suffer."

The crowd couldn't help but sigh, but there was no way to deal with Zhou Jie and others, and no one dared to stand up.

"This kid has a weapon, take him down first."

Zhou Jie shouted, put a hat on Song Yun with a weapon, and then eight people rushed to Song Yun together.

"ah!"

"Ouch!"

Before their fists could be hit, screams sounded, and they all fell to the ground with their backs on their backs, their faces covered in blood, and their noses collapsed. They could be seen vaguely, and there was a footprint on each of them.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned.

What's going on? Why are they all knocked down?

Everyone looked at Song Yun. Song Yun was surrounded in the middle just now, so it only means that all this was done by Song Yun.

The combat power of this young man is too strong.

The special forces played on TV are probably not that powerful either.

Zhou Jie's eyes narrowed because of pain. Just now, he felt the shadow in front of him swaying, and before he could see clearly, he was knocked over.

He knew that he had met a master today, so he stood up, turned around and ran out.

Bang.

A stool hit Zhou Jie's back and knocked him to the ground.

"If you run, the stool will hit your head."
To be continued...