"How do you say that? Yang Dejie's foundation is quite solid. He has been in City A for so many years, and no one has ever been able to shake him." Liang Sen asked puzzled.
Murong Yunqing smiled but did not answer.
Just now, he received a call asking him to quickly disentangle all interests between himself and Yang Dejie.
This phone call is enough to prove that Yang Dejie may not be able to escape this time.
"Mr. Murong, how should we deal with the girl who hurt our cousin?" Liang Sen knew that there were some things he should know and some things he shouldn't know, so he changed the subject.
"Don't move for now." Murong Yunqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Liang Sen, I warn you, before I give any order, you'd better not act rashly just because Lin Dongnan is your brother's subordinate, otherwise, Tangkou Deal with it!"
"Mr. Murong—"
Liang Sen was said to be the center of the matter, and he was a little unwilling to say, "No matter what, Lin Dongnan is a brother in our gang. He was injured in public in the Mingzhu Tower. If he doesn't seek some justice, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public!"
"Liang Sen—"
Murong Yunqing's tone suddenly became slow, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, "Do you think I should let you teach me how to do things?"
Seeing his tone and expression, Liang Sen felt a chill run down his spine, his face turned horrified, and he hurriedly bowed his head and nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I was the one who was reckless, and I won't dare again in the future."
"Just keep the little finger of your left hand?" Murong Yun took a puff of smoke leisurely, "This punishment is really light."
Liang Sen was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and took out a small self-defense dagger from his body. He closed his eyes and exerted all his strength. The little finger of his left hand fell to the ground with severe pain.
But he didn't dare to show pain, but covered the bleeding and looked at Murong Yunqing with a pale face.
"Take your fingers and leave!" Murong Yunqing's face still looked gentle and calm, but the eyes behind the glasses were so cold that people felt frosty.
"Thank you Mr. Murong."
Liang Sen hurriedly bent over to pick up the severed finger, closed the door and left—
Murong Yunqing put the cigarette end in his hand on the ashtray, picked up his mobile phone, and called Song Xuan.
"Hehe, Mr. Song, hello!" His voice returned to the smooth tone of the original businessman, not at all the indifference and coldness just now.
"Murong Boss, hello!" Song Xuan's voice was gentle and mellow, like the freshly opened can of plum wine in early spring.
"hehe-"
Murong Yunqing laughed a few times, "I have newly bought a batch of jade wares at Yushixuan, and I want you to help me check them out. I wonder if Mr. Song is free?"
"Boss Murong called, even if you are not free, you will become available." Although Song Xuan looked bookish, he was also a businessman after all, and he was especially tactful and considerate in his behavior.
"Haha, Mr. Song is very loyal. I don't know if you will bring your cute and smart female disciple here? Seeing that we are old friends for many years, I have something to benefit you. My person tonight A few truckloads of raw materials have been brought back from Myanmar, you have always been interested in gambling stones, I can let you grab a fresh one, how about it?" Murong Yunqing said with a smile.
"Thank you, Boss Murong, for taking care of me. Song will be there on time tonight. As for whether Zimei is free, I have to ask her." Song Xuan was thinking about meeting Yang Zimei, but it was unknown. Now, Murong Yunqing took this opportunity He gave it away, so he could call her and say that he would take her to learn about jade and gambling stones.
Thinking of her big agile eyes, his heart felt as if a feather had gently poked them, soft and soft.