Chen Huayao knew that the other party had been brainwashed by ****, and his worldview had long been deeply rooted, so he couldn't argue clearly. He asked: "I'll say one more thing, I want to get back the "Collection of Mangong Flower Books" that should belong to our country. Do you agree?"

Jiro Aso said: "That was a free gift from my great-grandfather at that time, and it no longer belongs to China!"

As he said that, he shouted, and rushed towards Chen Huayao for a few steps. He raised his hands and prepared to hold the other person's shoulder and threw him into a broken watermelon.

"Good guy!" Aso screamed in his heart, and saw Chen Huayao standing loosely, with his shoulders tilted, without any evasion. It was not like a fight for life and death, but like a horse on the street, leisurely and free. I thought to myself that even if you are too arrogant, you will be unable to help you later!

He instantly grabbed the other person's shoulders and grabbed them back, and at the same time, his right foot, which was more firm than steel, tripped towards his calves and shins.

This is a famous "floating" in judo. An experienced judoist can smash a strong man weighing more than 200 kilograms into a pig's head on a cutting board with just a light move.

Aso smiled proudly on his face, and gave his strength with both hands, and suddenly turned back.

After a pull, he felt that the other person's body remained unmoved. Aso Jiro was a little surprised and added more strength.

After trying again, he still won't move! What's the point? Master Duanshouliu was anxious, and Dahuangya's mouth squirted out and shouted: "Do it!"

Use the energy to eat milk together.

"Stop playing." Chen Huayao threw away the cigarette butts helplessly, and slapped it accurately on Jiro Aso's ugly face.

With a loud clang, an irresistible force surged in, and Jiro Aso turned around in place.

He supported the ground with his left foot and turned around 360 degrees, which was no longer beautiful. After he finished turning around, he was frightened to find that he had formed a face-to-face situation with Chen Huayao again.

Zhao Chuchu, who was accompanying several directors in the conference room to watch the surveillance screen, just said: "Look, Jiro Aso is very strong. I am confident that this game will be a turning point in the company's fate. Please believe me, as long as we are united, we will be invincible."

Then she saw Jiro Aso was slapped, and her face immediately turned greener than the ninja turtle, and the one-centimeter thick powder could not be covered.

"Mr. Aso, you will die automatically and prosper the Xiangjing gambling industry. I am very moved by this spirit." Chen Huayao slapped in the face again.

His speed was too fast, and his brain was drowsy and could not avoid it. His ears were almost deaf. It was because the chairman left seven points of strength, otherwise his face would have torn apart on the spot.

"I will take back those treasures of all dynasties that have been looted by Japan by any means. The Japanese army once committed crimes in China, and I will also settle them one by one." Chen Huayao threw the third slap in the face.

The slap was so loud! With a snap, Aso's eyes suddenly raised, and a big tooth in his mouth could no longer bear the continuous pressure. He left the gum and flew towards the audience with blood foam.

Someone was quickly wearing a napkin and picking it up. He held it high in his hands and showed it all over the public, saying, "Look, this is the body part of the Japanese!"

The general manager of Dongjiang Clothing City shouted: "Brother, I will pay 500 yuan. Can I transfer it to me?"

The man glanced at him disdainfully: "It's only five hundred yuan, go dream!"

The owner of Longyu Shopping Mall said: "Brother, I will pay a thousand yuan! The Feng Shui gentleman said that the Feng Shui pattern of the septic tank in the backyard of my villa lacks one thing, and this thing must be the dirtiest thing in the world..."

The man shrugged his shoulders, crumpled his napkin into a ball and threw it at him: "Okay, after hearing what you said, I don't want the dirtiest thing in the world anymore, so I'll give it to you."

Three slaps in the face were so intense that one slap hurt and Jiro Aso had no room for a fight. No one expected that the showdown of the fifth-level elite was like this, as if an adult bullied a child. The judo master who was smiling and proud of Japan was slapped so hard that he could not find the North.

But Aso has always been a master of broken hands who has been through the battlefield for a long time. He did not blow water. He immediately bit his tongue hard and suddenly woke up. His shoulder hit Chen Huayao's chin.

Chen Huayao grabbed his hair, pressed it to the ground suddenly, and smiled jokingly: "Just because you want to resist?"

Aso's face suddenly had close contact with Dust, and could smell the strong bloody smell left by the previous game, and could no longer move.

Chen Huayao slightly raised Ma Sheng's head for more than 30 cm, and then violently hit the cement floor, his teeth broke down and blood burst out.

"Our textbook once said that Japan launched a war of aggression against China was only done by a few war criminals, and most of the Japanese people opposed the war. Later I found that this was not the case. The right-wing forces in Japanese society accounted for the vast majority. Whether it was young people or elderly women, they were all beautifying the war in all directions." After saying this, Chen Huayao grabbed Aso's head and hit him hard, his nose collapsed, and his flesh and blood spread out.

"You are a living example. Your life and death are not worth mentioning, and I will go to Japan to get back our country's things."

The third time the head and face collided with the ground, Aso closed his eyes and didn't move, as if he was completely in a coma. Unexpectedly, the level 5 master was vulnerable.

The host was flattering and shouted at the rostrum: "Yes, the chairman has an overwhelming advantage. Jiro Aso did not attack well once. He was like a clown who performed very hard but could not please the audience at all. It was ridiculous!"

"The chairman's dominance is unquestionable. He beat Jiro Aso to cry and called his parents, and ran away with his head in his arms. I feel sad for Jiro Aso again and again. This judo master from Japan is extremely tragic because he came to die. Oh! He slapped very loudly in the face! Good hit! Chairman, I admire you so much."

"He was quickly knocked down... Oh... He was pretending to be dead. I protested against this shameless negative style of ignoring competitive sports. The facts proved that the chairman would never be defeated. Uh... I also placed a 20,000-yuan chairman's order. Sorry, I was so straightforward."

The host said good things and piles of flattery came out without thinking. Isn’t this nonsense? The situation is better than others. Who dares to offend the chairman? It’s a lantern in the toilet and seeking death (shit).

Chen Huayao easily stood up and said, "The game is over, let's collect the body for Aso Jiro."

Is this dead?

Several medical staff went upstage to check, checked their pupils, measured their breath, measured their heartbeat, and discussed a few words in a low voice, announcing loudly: "Asoo Jiro died, Chen Huayao won!"

Chen Huayao waved his hand to everyone, as if saying, "I'll do what I say!" He returned to the lounge with a relaxed look on his face.

The atmosphere in the hall was relaxed, and everyone was applauding and cheering, laughing everywhere, as if the New Year was celebrated in advance. People with some friendship with the members of the Crab Committee ran over to congratulate them, expressing their admiration and love for the committee.

There were many gang bosses waiting at the door of the lounge to show their loyalty to the chairman, and they were bustling with each other.

About forty or fifty people, hunched over, smiled, nodded to people, and took out good smoke from time to time and bowed to them with their hands, vividly interpreting the word "flattering".

Some people think they are not qualified, so they simply pull the members of the Iron Blood Youth League and flatter.

Wei Chensi realized that this was a great opportunity. He stopped the door. Whenever someone greeted him, he replied coldly: "The Chairman needs a rest. I am Wei Chensi, the commander-in-chief of the Trident Legion and the alternate Wuhu Warrior General, whoever you have anything to do."

No one of those gangsters who have never seen the world want to find his other identity as the third heir to the Wei family.

"Commander Wei..." Wang Feng, the captain of the Red Devil Rangers, said with a flattering smile: "I received guidance from the chairman and won all the 10 million bets. Do you think it would be convenient to let me go in and thank the chairman in person?"

Wei Chensi waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, you guy, when Brother Hua lost just now, I heard you jumping up and down there, dodge a little."

Wang Feng's old face turned red suddenly, and he felt that his qualifications were not enough to talk to Chen Huayao, so it would be better to flatter Commander Wei. He whispered: "Commander Wei, good deeds, but in fact, I have always maintained my sincere respect to the Chairman. Tomorrow afternoon, I booked a banquet at Qingfeng Suhelou, please ask Commander Wei to enjoy the scenery." I didn't think enough, and added: "I know several young models of seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were all very happy when they heard your name."

Wei Chensi wanted to refuse, thinking that it would be better to make more friends at the beginning of the Trident, so he said lightly: "Well, let's talk about it then, I may not be available."

The young master is very familiar with the various things on this kind of table. He neither talks nor talks nor goes. The key is that it depends on your sincerity.

Wang Feng smiled apologized and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your phone number tomorrow afternoon."

In the VIP seat at the east end, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses sighed softly and said, "The chaos in the Xiangjing underworld for many years is finally coming to an end early."

A man next to him with a thick beard with his upper lip twitched unnaturally and replied: "Look, Chen Huayao's personality is too tough. I hope he won't force all the other gangs to join forces to resist him. That situation is not easy to deal with."

The man in sunglasses said seriously: "I like Chen Huayao's personality and his methods."

A waiter came over with a tray: "Sir, you want sherry."

The man in sunglasses picked up the wine and clinked the glasses with the man in beards and said, "Come on, let's celebrate the arrival of the Chen Huayao era."

The beard groaned: "Chen Huayao era? I don't see it. Liao Xuebing was at its peak at that time, and it took seven or eight years to unify Zhonghai."

"Why do we have a gamble? The minions of the Crab Committee will soon go to the East District to harvest the fruits of victory."

The bearded beard was dissatisfied and said, "When did you become a loyal fan of Chen Huayao?"

“I like his attitude towards foreigners.”

"Okay, you are no longer a passionate young man in Nijuro's age. Making money is our bigger goal."

In the lounge, Chen Huayao accepted everyone's congratulations. No matter when and where, the Chairman has never disappointed people, and this time is no exception.

Bai Youcheng and Xue Muqiu were full of joy. Chen Huayao looked at the two strange men and asked, "Mr. Bai, do you have any happy events?"

"I really didn't expect that you would be as easy as eating and shitting." It was not Kashi Youcheng who answered such a vulgar sentence but Xue Muqiu.

Chen Huayao said: "It is a practical proof of the theory of patriotism with Chinese characteristics. Facts have proved that after mastering the core foundation of patriotism, I have no opponents."
Chapter completed!