"What's the matter? Is the contract signed or not?" The representative once again aggressively took out an already written contract from his pocket, with a look of contempt, looking at Zhao Qiang, who was shaking with anger. Past.
"Sign, why not sign!" At this moment, a bald young man wearing a green "color" hoodie walked towards Zhao Qiang with a smile, and grabbed Zhao Qiang who was shaking with a pen, with a wretched smile on his face. , Arched Su Ziyan with a dull face with his butt, and signaled that he wanted to sit down.
"Why are you here, didn't you tell me not to come?" Su Ziyan, who had been stunned, asked in a low voice, with worry in his tone.
"Shhh, don't talk, I'll negotiate for you!" Langfeng cleared his throat and pointed at the person who had previously had a bowel movement with his pen and said: "Correct a little, I can let you die here naturally, don't mess with me!" Contempt With a smile, Langfeng stretched out a middle finger.
In a word, the hearts of all the people in the entire conference room jumped, but at the same time, there were also questions in their hearts, where did this guy come from and what did he do.
Everyone who can sit here is selected by the elites of various countries, and they are all the role of confucianism, and their brains are not generally flexible. Seeing Langfeng sitting so confidently, they all started to fight. Little abacus, waiting for others to be the first bird.
"You! You are responsible for speaking, if I have an accident here..." He squinted his eyes, and his face was gloomy with Potbelly. He didn't expect to get Cheng Yaojin halfway.
This is not an exaggeration. Langfeng's remark not only expresses the toughness of the Chinese side, but also threatens to “naked” and “naked” many sides.
"You let me be responsible?" Langfeng knocked on the table with a look of contempt.