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Chapter 43 Not much, only 240 million

Chapter 43 Not much, only 240 million

"Death to the street, you are crazy!"

On the first floor of the Da Fuhao Disco, a row of booths on the east side.

Yang Jinrong was sitting in booth No. [-], and behind him was Chen Changqing sitting in booth No. [-]. He was holding a red tower in his hand. As the cigarette was lit, a mouthful of blue second-hand smoke spit on Pineapple Boy's face. .

With frivolous brows, his expression became a little more provocative:

"Who is the drinker behind me? I don't need to introduce you, do you?"

Of course Pineapple Boy knew who the person sitting behind Chen Changqing was, but he knew better what Chen Changqing gave him just now.

This familiar feel and texture, didn't he, Pineapple Boy, start his business by selling this stuff back then!

But what frightened Pineapple Boy was not the small bag of white crystal powder in front of him, but the black handbag brought by Chen Changqing. He had seen it before, and it was full of this small bag of white powder.

Thinking of Yang Jinrong who came here with Chen Changqing, subconsciously thinking of the planted pineapple boy, his pupils shrank, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:

"What do you want to do?"

Pineapple Boy feels like he is going crazy, isn't Xiangjiang a society ruled by law?

When did it become so crazy that framing someone can be so aboveboard?
Looking at Chen Changqing, who was indifferent and even smiling at him, Pineapple boy didn't feel the kindness in the other party's smile at all, but instead felt a bone-deep chill in his heart.

This man is a lunatic who is riding a horse!

But Chen Changqing ignored Pineapple Boy's expression, he flicked the cigarette ash, and his elegant smile was somewhat similar to Ni Yongxiao's: "When you come out to mess around, you have to pay it back after all, you asked someone to come to my shop to make trouble, I will come to your shop now It’s not too much to make trouble here, is it?”

"Cough cough!"

Gandhi, who was sitting in booth No. 6, suddenly coughed lightly. Instead of looking at Chen Changqing, he gave Pineapple Boy a hard look.

But Chen Changqing still heard the warning the other party wanted to express, which made him tease:

"Uncle Gan didn't eat the copper pot today, why did he come here?"

A look of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, between the No. [-] booth where he was sitting and the No. [-] booth where Chen Changqing was sitting at the moment, but the No. [-] and No. [-] booths were separated.

The location of the booth was arranged by Pineapple Boy, which meant that Gandhi did not intend to enter.

But the problem is that he didn't expect Chen Changqing to play so big as soon as he came up.

Facing Pineapple Boy who was completely out of control, Gandhi could only be forced to end, but he still had some scruples and didn't speak too thoroughly: "Pineapple Boy's wine is good, I like to drink it very much."

Chen Changqing nodded. He flicked the cigarette ash and looked at Pineapple and Gandhi with a half-smile: "Understood, 20 per person, 160 million in total, and the matter of smashing my shop is over."

There was a flash of heartache in Pineapple Boy's eyes. The 160 million that Chen Changqing said was referring to the eight people who smashed up in Baile Game City yesterday.

But the heartache is the heartache, and Pineapple still gritted his teeth and chose to endure it.

Both Pineapple Boy and Gandhi have criminal records. Judging from the sirens outside, there should be a lot of bad guys.

Pineapple boy had no choice but to look at A Wei next to him with a gloomy expression:
"Go to my office and get 160 million."

Half an hour later, Awei at the front desk came over with a large black handbag.

160 million is very heavy. According to the new bill of 1.15g, it is 36.8 catties. The weight of scattered water vapor and oil stains and the handbag itself is almost [-] catties.

There is a glass of milk in front of Chen Changqing, which was given by the front desk clerk.

Originally, the delivery was water, but Chen Changqing didn't like it, so he replaced it with milk, and as the [-]-jin purse fell on the table, there was a dull sound, and everyone present couldn't help breathing quickly.

What is the concept of 160 million in [-]?
There are two suites in Xiangjiang, and a courtyard house within the third ring road of Beijing.

Pineapple boy has earned a lot of money over the years, 160 million won't kill him, but half-life is still okay.And looking at the black money bag in front of him, Pineapple Boy, whose face changed for a while, had a slightly more depressed and ferocious expression:
"Chen Changqing, you can take the box and get out now!"

But at the next moment, Chen Changqing shook his head, took a sip of milk from the cup, and looked at the other party calmly:

"Sorry, I can't go now."

"boom!"

He slapped the table fiercely, Pineapple boy stood up from the chair, he roared to Chen Changqing angrily: "What do you mean, don't go too far, at worst I will die with you!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became dignified.

The younger brother, who pretended not to see, couldn't help looking at booth number three at this moment, while Yang Jinrong, who was sitting in booth number two, was tense. He quietly took out a mobile phone from his pocket with a string of numbers on it.

As long as you dial the number, a group of police officers will rush in immediately.

However, in the next second, what everyone did not expect was.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, Chen Changqing, who looked refined, grabbed the milk glass on the table and violently smashed it at Pineapple boy's head.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The glass hit Pineapple Boy's eyebrows, and the milk glass shattered because of the force.

Blood mixed with half a glass of milk was flowing on Pineapple Boy's face, and his whole body was knocked down by the milk glass, looking miserable and embarrassed.

Yang Jinrong's body behind him trembled, and subconsciously he was about to press the dial button, but the younger brothers around him showed fierce eyes, and some even took out daggers, short knives and other controlled knives.

But Chen Changqing's expression was very calm. He patted the non-existent dust on the suit, and glanced around coldly. His stern face was filled with a chilling chill, and he felt like a ferocious beast:

"The fish is dead and the net is broken? I will stand here today and see who dares to touch me."

"If you lose your temper at me, he deserves it!"

Speaking of which, he spat on Pineapple boy in disdain, and turned his head to look at Gandhi with a gloomy expression. Chen Changqing's face became a little more sinister:
"Uncle Gan, I don't understand that I know both black and white, why would such a rotten kid who can't get on the stage dare to trouble me?"

Gandhi's expression was stiff. He looked at the situation at the scene and tried to smooth things over:

"Isn't this unclear?"

But Chen Changqing didn't give Gan a face this time, he directly ranted over: "Uncle Gan, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Gandhi, who was pissed off by Chen Changqing, felt a little bit embarrassed, he had a hard old face:

"Just say whether you will give me this face."

However, Chen Changqing didn't care about this situation at all. He looked at the other party with a sarcastic expression: "Uncle Gan, are you planning to come hard? You killed the old one a few years ago, and now you will kill the young one. Don't you be afraid, Uncle Gan?" Just try for retribution!"

Gandhi's complexion suddenly changed, he stood up subconsciously, and looked at Chen Changqing with a gloomy expression:
"Ah Qing, I warn you, don't talk nonsense!"

Everyone knew that Ni Kun died, and everyone also knew that Ni Kun's death was not an accident.

On the day of the accident, all three of Ni Kun's bodyguards were absent due to various reasons. This in itself is a surprising thing, but what is even more puzzling is how well the killer knew about Ni Kun's whereabouts.

From killing to leaving, the whole process didn't take more than 5 minutes. It was impossible for someone who didn't know Ni Kun enough to arrange such a sophisticated plan.

You must know that Ni Kun died in 91, and now it is 94.

More than two years have passed, and the murderer has not been found due to the power of the Ni family, which is enough to explain many problems.

And there are only five people in Xiangjiang who are capable and want to kill Ni Kun.

They are Han Chen, Guo Hua, Gandhi, Niigi, and Wen Cheng.

It is impossible for Han Chen, because after Ni Kun's death, he wholeheartedly assisted Ni Yongxiao in his position, but the remaining four are more suspicious.

Gandhi doesn't care if it's something else, but the problem is that the pot that killed Ni Kun is so big that even Gandhi can't bear it.

Because I can't stop the Ni family's crazy revenge, and in order not to be affected, the other three families are likely to join hands with the Ni family to get rid of me.

The reason is very simple, if he kills Ni Kun, it is only natural for the Ni family to make trouble for him.The group of four without Gandhi is not enough to pose a threat to the Ni family. In order not to be liquidated in the future, they must make friends with the Ni family.

No one can be a fool if he can be a boss.

Gandhi knew very well that he must not carry this blame, or even touch it, because he would really die!

Fortunately, in the next second, Chen Changqing should also realize that what he said was a bit heavy, so accompanied by a light cough, the originally tense atmosphere was eased when he spoke again:

"I'm sorry, Uncle Gan, the atmosphere at the scene was a bit dull just now, so I decided to make a joke to ease the atmosphere."

"Of course, I still have to give Uncle Gan face. After all, you are the elder, and I, the younger generation, shouldn't go too far. I take the initiative to take a step back and make up for the loss of the game city. This matter can be left alone. "

Seeing Chen Changqing lower his head, Gandhi's gloomy expression gradually subsided.

In fact, at this time, he should go back to his seat No. [-] and sit down. After all, this is something that belongs to Chen Changqing and Pineapple Boy, but looking at Pineapple Boy lying on the ground, Gandhi couldn't help but feel tired:
"How many?"

Chen Changqing smiled and said flatly:
"Not much, just 240 million."

PS: Yanzu, I know you are reading, Dehua has already voted for me, do you think so?

(End of this chapter)