Among them, two men with guns standing behind were carrying a cloth bag, which seemed to contain a person.
The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "Sorry, I don't think any of you can leave today."
Murong Mian glanced at each of them and stared at the bag for two more seconds.
His eyes finally fell on the face of the leading middle-aged man and said: "Mr. Brown."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "My wife is right. You are indeed a smart young man. It seems that our upcoming conversation will be very pleasant."
He is Mrs. Jones's husband, Mr. Brown, a... sanctimonious hypocrite, a profit-seeking politician, and an unscrupulous old man.
Murong Mian sneered, a pleasant conversation was worse than a life-and-death fight.
"Talk about how to make me obediently give away all the family property, or talk about how to avenge your wife?"
He paused and said sarcastically: "No, if you look like this, you probably won't avenge your wife."
Mr. Brown smiled very gentlemanly and said: "I have a very knowledgeable friend who told me that women are like leaves on the tree. If this year's leaves fall, new ones will grow next year. Or in the words of your country, Women are just like clothes. If they get dirty, just throw them away and buy a new one. There is no need to wash them again."
Murong Mian really wanted to cut his fake smiling face to pieces with a knife, but he just didn't say that women are just one thing, and they don't need to be taken seriously.
"It seems that you want to talk to me about the first thing." Murong Mian was very calm in his heart. He just felt that it was getting late and it was time to go back. Otherwise, he would have to worry when Mianmian woke up and found that he was not there. of.
Murong Mian took another look at Madam Murong, who fell to the ground, her eyes blurred.
He sighed in his heart, it would be fine if she all died quickly, but this happened, which made him hesitate.
Brown waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, I am a politician, I am not a businessman. For me, money is not important. What is important is how money can help me get the position I want. I am not her, so , we can negotiate amicably between the two of us."
"You want me to support you?"
"That's right, help me win the election. We can be mutually beneficial. When you help me win the election, I can help you earn more money and use the power in my hands to help you develop a broader trade market. I can give you How do you feel about you providing more convenience.”
Murong Mian said calmly: "It sounds good."
"Look, I just said that our conversation will be pleasant. As long as you agree and sign this agreement, I can let you leave with your mother. I am not that stupid woman. To me, who are you? It's not important." Brown smiled and looked quite friendly.
"Yes, do you have the antidote?"
Mr. Brown shrugged: "Sorry, I don't have this. She did it herself and I didn't know."
"Then why do you have the nerve to talk to me?" Murong Mian lazily raised his eyelids, the sarcasm in his eyes flying past like knives.
"You are still alive and can take her body away. Isn't this the tolerance I have given you?" Mr. Brown looked at Murong Mian and took his shameless words as a matter of course.