Luo Xiaowei avoided the eyes of the two of them after speaking, but there was one sentence in her heart that she didn't say. It is a pity that the wife's family is too noble and the door is not right. The two are afraid that it will be difficult to share..
Xia Meng listened to adjectives such as profound blessings in her family, wealth and wealth, and she was disappointed, but she also thought about the people around Yang Can. She seemed to be unable to find such a person. Yang Xiuya's family was no better than herself. How much, although Ma Yiyi is very rich, but her father is one of the well-known "treacherous" merchants in the country, and his family has a deep family. It can't be said that the blessings are widespread, and it has nothing to do with the word Guanwei.
"Oh.. It seems that you are hopeless. Why don't you just stay in China and go back to my hometown to develop." Xia Meng sighed deeply. The little psychic witch's words didn't seem like a joke. There was some expectation in his joking tone, and he couldn't help squeezing Yang Can's sleeve tightly.
Yang Can felt the care in her tone and smiled freely, and stood up: "If you evade everything because you know the result, isn't it too boring to live? My own way is my own way."
Fate is determined by heaven? Yang Can doesn’t believe in this evil. He has such a "sex" personality. The more people think that he can’t do things, the more he wants to challenge him, saying that there is a rebellious factor in his blood’s "liquid", and he is stubborn. Well, he always feels that if a man always bows his head and surrenders to certain things in such a whole life, it is equivalent to living a life in vain, living out of freedom and ambition.
In this world, there are too many men to live in a slap in the face. There are already too many men who follow the so-called "safe" path. He is not missing. If God gave him such a good ability, and he still lives with a low eyebrow, then he will be really squandered.
Xia Meng stared at Yang Can's free and unrestrained smile, stunned, and suddenly hugged his face and exclaimed in excitement, "Why do I think you are so handsome now~~~!"
Yang Can "touched" her face and felt the slight fragrance lingering around her. She couldn't help but stroke Xia Meng's hips with her hand, let her sit on her lap, and grin: "The big deal is bankruptcy, money? , Just make more money."
The depression on Xia Mengqiao’s face sitting on Yang Can’s lap was swept away. She put her arms around Yang Can’s neck with a flowery smile, and slapped her bangs in a cool manner: "That’s ~ bankrupt and then bankrupt, after a big deal, I Just keep you up~"
Seeing these two people in front of her, Luo Xiaowei, who was just a teenager, couldn't help but blush, slowly preparing to put away the compass, but realized that one of the originally very subtle blue lines next to Yang Can's life wheel turned slightly towards As Yang Can's line of consciousness moved closer, he raised his head slightly in surprise. Could it be this fierce girl
They all understand that the fate of life is determined by heaven, and even if it can be changed, it is definitely not an easy task, but in just a few minutes, the fate wheel has changed? This is too weird, Luo Xiaowei is a little confused, today this peculiar God of Wealth can really subvert many of her inherent ideas.
Before they knew it, they had already walked under an old-fashioned teahouse. Luo Xiaowei saw the sign of "Fuwang Teahouse", her head shrank again, and her body trembled again: "Mr. Yang... I think you should call more. Personally."
Yang Can laughed dumbfounded. Hong Kong is back. No matter how big the bullies are, they are just bullies. As long as the other party doesn’t have a gun, he can’t go anywhere. Besides, he is negotiating, not fighting. It’s not good for him to make things big. .
Lightly nod her head and greeted her: "Go." Raised her foot and kicked Ang's ass: "What daze, lead the way."
Brother Ang, who can't hold it, has a fierce light in his eyes but is basically unsteady, thinking that this person is really a damn thing, he is still leading the way when he is at the door, and the way to take a fart, you put it on the nose Yup!
Yang Can glanced at his consciousness and kicked his stomach again. Ang clutched his stomach and wailed, looking at him rather aggrievedly. Xia Meng couldn't pass it anymore, and she grabbed Yang Can sympathetically: "Forget it, he's awkward for you, and he didn't cooperate..."
Yang Can looked at Ang blankly and squatted down and patted his head: "If you scold me in your heart, try it out. If you scold me, I'll fix you once."
Ang glared at him fiercely, feeling that this person was unreasonable, but stopped speaking harshly, and couldn't help but curse a neurosis in his heart.
"Neuropathy?"
Yang Can raised his hand and slapped him with a "pala" slap, slapped Ange into a panic, thinking that he wouldn't even dare to look at him anymore, and he even climbed upstairs.
Seeing Yang Can's wicked spirit coming over, a sensible waiter came to receive him immediately: "How many sirs?"
Yang Can followed Ang into it, and said coldly, "Look for someone, is the knife inside?"
When the waiter was alert, Yang Can kindly patted him on the shoulder: "It's not here to make trouble, it's just to talk about things."
Seeing Xia Meng, a literary beauty whose style does not match Bolan Street, the waiter did not dare to underestimate Yang Can. He thought he was a member of some society, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"
Yang Can responded with an easy-going smile: "It's all about paying the debt."
The waiter was dumbfounded again, and quickly reacted with a smile: "Big Brother, you really can make a joke, wait, I will notify Brother Xiaodao."
While Yang Can nodded happily, he looked at this quaint Hong Kong-style teahouse. The decoration is very elegant, and the furnishings are all antiques with conscious energy. There are no guests at all, and it is very incompatible with the feasting style of the street lights of Polan. The knife couldn't tell that it was the talent of this kind of taste.
A few minutes later, the waiter obviously got the knife's approval and extended it politely. "
With the cowering Luo Xiaowei and Xia Meng, Yang Can calmly walked into the inner room with expressionless faces. As soon as he entered the door, four maids in Ming Dynasty court costumes bent over. They were very stylish. It is estimated that the people who built this place are very fond of them. This style.
Entering through a small room, which is the lobby, Yang Can walked in and took a look. There were a few fat middle-aged men who were stripped naked. Only one *** was left. He squatted pitifully on the side. Sitting on a sandalwood chair with Erlang's legs tilted under the knife.
Seeing the savior, Ang collapsed in front of him almost collapsed, raised his finger to Yang Can, with a complicated expression on his face, but he passed out without a word.
As soon as the knife saw Luo Xiaowei's brows, his brows became a ball. Fifteen or six people standing nearby watched that Ang was repaired and couldn't stand up. They all looked surprised and all looked at the knife.
The knife jumped up all at once. Just about to go crazy, he was taken aback when he saw Yang Can’s face. He finally recognized it, and was shocked. Why this tricky guy could not help but think about the situation in the bar before. Fearing, his face was uncertain, judging the manpower he could use now, and began to estimate how he could find face by "touching".
The men kneeling on the ground also recognized Yang Can, and one of them said in surprise, "Yang Sheng...?"
Yang Can turned his head and looked at their faces. They turned out to be a few people from the ATV crew, the veteran lighting officer, the fat boy photographer, and another name that could not be remembered. He didn't think it was a coincidence in his heart.
Yin Tianzhao mentioned to him that there are several people in the TV department of ATV who are unwilling to talk to him, and it takes some time to convince them. Among them, these two are the hardliners. Seeing their consciousness, it turns out that these people are unwilling to break the contract with ATV. For another reason, several people owed loan sharks with things from the crew, fearing that ATV would sue them.
This was an accident. Yang Can scolded these bastards in his heart, but thinking of Yin Tianzhao’s troubles, pulling them out was considered to be his own help. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, they were also his own. Give it to them, let's talk about anything."
Several people kneeling on the ground looked at him gratefully, and then smiled bitterly, I'm afraid Yang Sheng doesn't know who he is facing.
The knife sneered and scolded them very harshly: "The clothes are over there. If you have the guts to wear it, go and wear it."
The three of the old army looked at each other, and they didn't dare to speak any more.
The knife rolled his eyes and glared at him: "What are you doing today?" He can't do things if he doesn't understand things. The other party is a man, and he's a media player. Is it to investigate himself
Yang Can sat down blankly and said, "Talk about it and solve her problem." He pointed to Luo Xiaowei who was hiding behind him.
In the hall, the men and women are almost on the 20th together. They are speechless, and a few sneer arrogantly. There are still such idiots these days. I want to negotiate with two women alone? The puzzle of the puzzle is that there are too many people in the negotiation, you think it is drinking tea and chatting.
Yang Can didn’t bother to pay attention to them. The people here are not high in consciousness and energy, and there is no threat, so he picked up the old army and them at will. Usually in the crew, these are very prestigious, and they are so embarrassed by a few gangsters. Virtue is really pitiful, almost didn't dare to get up, looking at the scars on his back, it is estimated that he was not lightly beaten.
There was a kid behind the knife who was unwilling, his eyes widened and he yelled, "Did you get up? Squat down!"
Yang Can burst into flames without a name, and grunted coldly, "Stand up straight."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Except for the knife, no one knew how dare the other party stray in the wild at Fuwang Teahouse by himself, and he surrounded him with a splash.
Just as Yang Can moved his neck to prepare to do it, an old voice came from downstairs: "What are you doing so right for a guest who comes to drink tea."
A group of people reacted, put down the guys and stood up at the same time, and saw a few people coming down from the elegant attic of Dating, three men and two women. The leader was an old man in a suit. The temples were hoarfrost. The consciousness energy was 332. The names are all foreigners.
"Uncle Bin..." The knife came over nervously to explain, but the old man waved his hand and smiled at Yang Can and arched his hand:
"Yang Sheng, it's a coincidence, it's really a distinguished visitor." He walked to Yang Can's side, causing everyone else to open their mouths. How could Uncle Bin, a Boran Street loan shark, be so respectful to this young man.
Yang Can also remembered. This person had a relationship with himself. When he talked to William Tang at the press conference, William Tang introduced him to Wen Bin. He only said that he was engaged in finance. Underground usury.
"Uncle Bin." Yang Can nodded and said hello.
"What's going on?" Uncle Bin hesitated his palm and asked politely, Yang Can probably explained his intentions and pointed out that he was going to take away the old army and Luo Xiaowei.
The gangsters of the knife were all glaring at him. This mainland boy actually asked people directly, without even mentioning the money. This is too deceitful, and he can’t wait to come up and do it directly, but Uncle Bin just gave a few words of kindness, his face " He smiled calmly, squeezed out a bunch of wrinkles and said:
"Those people owe things as I give Yang Sheng face, but the little girl master owes me more than money. He not only caused me to accompany several million Hong Kong dollars, but also made me lose. Save face."
Uncle Bin mentioned that "face" was obviously a little angry.
Just now, while chatting, Yang Can probed Wen Bin's consciousness and "touched" the matter clearly. It turned out that Luo Shifeng not only borrowed Uncle Bin's 500,000 Hong Kong dollars, but also helped him calculate a good fortune.
Wen Bin, a horse betting enthusiast, owns a few horses on the horse farm. Since only one horse can be registered in Marseille, he is a little hesitant to use that horse as a race horse. Although the professional analysts of the horse farm recommend one of the horses, it is quite Wen Bin, who values luck, came to Luo Shifeng with the birthdates of three horses to let him do the calculations.
At that time, Luo Shifeng insisted on the spot that the thinnest "Jazz" character was the best, and Wen Bin, who came by admiringly, really believed it. As a result, "Little Jazz" lost more than ten games in a row and was defeated, leaving Wen Bin with a face in the stables. Lost it all, this is chasing Wen Bin desperately for the hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.
"It's not that someone is unkind, my brother, you know that we are the most taboo moneylenders about killing things. What good is it for me to "force" the creditor, but I can't swallow this breath. Luo Shifeng gave me it before. All three times have been fulfilled, this time I was really suspected of deliberately cheating me."
Uncle Bin sighed deeply, but his face turned a little red, and he was obviously a bit angry about this matter.
Yang Can frowned. This matter is complicated. If the knife is hard, he can completely solve it horizontally. But this Uncle Bin knows that he doesn’t dare to face it by himself. Now he is reasoned and can’t. Do you bully others
"You bring these people back, this little girl must stay." Uncle Bin moved his fingers, and the gangsters reluctantly put on clothes for the three old soldiers and asked them to stand beside Yang Can.
Luo Xiaowei looked at herself pitifully, asking for help, Xia Meng also looked at Yang Can helplessly, still trying to find a solution.
Regarding the current situation, Yang Can only feels that it is difficult to ride a tiger. The intelligence in his hand is too little, and the other party can't put out more things in the other party's consciousness. When he thought of it, he opened the consciousness screen and went to the attic. There happened to be a waiter cleaning the table there.
Under detailed investigation, I saw some horse racing information on the desktop, and there was a detailed introduction, "Jazz"... This horse's fraud seems to have been seen somewhere, the Happy Valley race tonight, the No. 4 horse race.
Yang Can finally remembered, isn't this the report that Zhu Huaicheng saw in the car before
Uncle Bin noticed that Yang Can's eyes were erratic, and he didn't speak for a long time. He asked in a rather unhappy heart: "What's wrong with Yang Sheng? Any advice?"
Yang Can suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head, causing the knife next to him to yell, "What are you laughing at, Uncle Bin? What's so funny?" Even Xia Meng felt that Yang Can was too rude to her elders.
"You misunderstood Uncle Bin." Yang Can stopped his smile: "I just guess that Master Luo may not have made a mistake, but because of some reasons, the result went wrong." Pointing to Luo Xiaowei:
"Miss Luo will count it again when she comes. According to her, if you don't change the coach, the "Jazz" should have won a lot of championships."
The people on the knife all laughed dumbly. This man talked about nonsense and was frightened, but Uncle Bin was surprised. After he did register the "jazz" before, he hired a British man with a high salary. The horse teacher replaced the previous Hong Kong horse teacher. As a result, he lost so many games in a row. The British horse teacher contract expired and went back. This Hong Kong horse teacher only talked to the top. How can Yang Can know so clearly, is it really this little girl? Calculated, looked at Luo Xiaowei.
Luo Xiaowei had already scared Liushen Wuzhu at this time, just dazed at a loss.
Uncle Bin weighed it in his heart. Even if Yang Can's remarks are nonsense, he can only be dismantled after the horse race is over. Do people like him need to tell a lie that they will know the result tomorrow? The slow strategy is not the same. Luo Shifeng is a famous nerve knife, half of his fortune telling is very accurate, and the other half is extremely unreliable. Could it be that he really misunderstood him
Uncle Bin glanced at the following racecourse professionals with extremely strong suspicion, and those few shook their heads again and again, thinking that this surname is Yang, who is basically nonsense. Horse racing is a science of sports, and fortune-telling can figure out what the champion wants them to do. ? Among them was a tempered horse trainer, who couldn't help but cursed slightly: "God stick."
Looking at this situation, let alone these people won't believe him, even Luo Xiaowei, who was trembling and trembling, looked at Yang Can absurdly.
Yang Can also knows that if he doesn't be more stubborn at this time, Uncle Bin will not be able to explain to the people below. Now the more determined his attitude, the more he can't help the other party. He gave an acknowledgment, looked at his watch, and raised his hand:
"Well, since Master Luo owes 50 Hong Kong dollars, and the old army owes 1.5 million dollars, I will borrow 2 million from you. Uncle Bin, you open a receipt and give me a bet directly. Jazz' Tonight’s game, if you win the top horse, the lottery will be on you, Uncle Bin. The people here and Uncle Bin you will be wiped out. If you lose, I will accompany you according to the amount. I will never "intervene" among you in the future. Thing."
Uncle Bin was not very happy at first, but Yang Can was a figure supported by William Tang, and he didn't want to offend him. In addition, he offered such a condition that people had nothing to say, and there was no reason to refuse.
The knife shook his head desperately next to him, A'an was beaten like this by him, how could he want to get justice! Uncle Bin hesitated, but finally nodded:
"Since Yang Sheng is so sincere, let's do as you said." He beckoned people to write a receipt and sign for Yang Can and put his handprint on it.
Holding Ang with the knife by the side, he couldn't help but tickling his teeth with hatred, wondering why Uncle Bin gave this mainland boy so much face.
This underground debt company has very complete procedures. In fact, Wen Bin knew in his heart that even if Yang Can really lost, he would not be able to ask Yang Can for money. There was Tang William's support behind him, so long as Yang Can was not "intervened". That's all.