Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 692 706 [Extremely jealous]

Fat San's voice is very leading.

The stock speculators around didn't notice Nie Weidong at first, but after hearing what Fat San said, they all paid attention.

To say that Nie Weidong can be regarded as a "celebrity" in the China Overseas stock market -- he can lose his fortune by speculating in stocks and lose hundreds of millions of property. This is definitely something that many people can't think of.

Therefore, everyone stared at Nie Weidong with wide eyes.

"Ah, is this really the prodigal young master Nie!" A sharp-mouthed monkey cheek said in surprise.

"Yeah, so he's not dead yet!" a big man said in surprise.

"Not only is it not dead, but it's still alive and well!" A rosacea laughed.

"If it were me, I would have no face to live!" a bearded man said contemptuously.

Hearing these gossips, Nie Weidong's face immediately turned red, he was ashamed, and wished he could find a hole in the ground and go in.

Seeing this, Fat San was even more triumphant, tilting his neck, shaking his legs, wearing a big gold chain, and gnawing a chicken leg in his mouth, looking like he deserved a beating.He didn't bring any bodyguards by his side this time, but a woman with fiery red hair and heavy makeup who looked like a turkey.

Seeing that Nie Weidong turned his head, Fat San spit out the chicken bone chewed out of his mouth onto Nie Weidong's face with a puff, looking extremely arrogant.

Nie Weidong: "..."

His fists were clenched tightly, and he was used to being bullied for many years, suppressing his anger.

at this time--

Clap!
A cup of soy milk was splashed on Fat San.

"Damn it, who is looking for death!" Fat San jumped up.

The soy milk was so hot that he bared his teeth.

Looking at the T-shirt on his chest, it was wet a lot.

"Sorry, I thought it was a dog barking just now, and with a shake of my hand, this soy milk was splashed on you." A voice said gently.

Fat Three: "..."

He glared at the man with small eyes.

Familiar face - I know him, it turned out to be him!

Fat San recognized Song Zhichao, then looked at Nie Weidong who was astonished, and thought in his heart that they were in the same group.

"Look, I really didn't do it on purpose——I'm very afraid of dogs, especially when I hear a dog barking, my whole body trembles." Song Zhichao spread his hands and said helplessly.

It wasn't intentional, only ghosts would believe it!
And what kind of dog, this is not turning a corner and scolding me!
Although Fat San wasn't very smart, he wasn't stupid either. He immediately understood that Song Zhichao was avenging Nie Weidong.

I have to hold back, this kid is clearly provoking me with aggressive methods—the two of them, and I alone, and without bodyguards, if they really make a move, they will definitely suffer.

Fat San rolled his eyes and waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't care about villains." After speaking, he was about to bring his girlfriend in.

Song Zhichao stopped him again: "How can we forget it, our matter has not been resolved yet."

Fat Three: "Didn't I say, I don't care about you." He took the tissue from his girlfriend and wiped the stained T-shirt.

"Oh, you didn't understand me, it's your fault that you don't care about me, but what about my soy milk, you have to pay me back!"

Fat Three: "..."

Everyone was stunned.

Who has ever seen such a shameless person.

Whoever taught this kind of child is too anti-human—you stained my clothes and burned me, so it's fine if I don't argue with you, but you still want your soy milk?Is there any reason in this world!
Fat San clenched his fists and glared at Song Zhichao: "What did you say?" His eyes were about to burst into flames.

Song Zhichao threw away the pancake fruit in his hand, took out a small Swiss army knife, turned on the nail clipper function, sharpened his nails, smiled and said to the fat man, "I speak Chinese, don't you understand?"

Fat Three: "..."

Glancing at the knife, he hesitated.

"What do you want?" Fat San held his breath.

Song Zhichao blew on his nails and said with a smile, "Of course I'll pay."

"Hmph!" Fat San swallowed his anger, took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it over, "Pick it up, poor man!" He thought Song Zhichao was poor just like Nie Weidong.

Song Zhichao smiled, and glanced at the ten yuan bill that fell on the ground, instead of picking it up, he smiled and said to Fat San, "When did I tell you to pay for it?"

Fat Three: "..."

Almost forced to cry by Song Zhichao.

"What do you mean?"

"Of course I want you to pay for my soy milk."

Fat Three: "..."

I feel that the other party is no longer shameless, but extremely shameless!
Song Zhichao snapped open the Swiss pocket knife, looked at the sharp blade, and said to Fat San with a smile, "I brought this from Hong Kong. It's very sharp—you can break it with a blow."

Fat Three: "..."

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not believe that Song Zhichao had been to Hong Kong, but he believed that the knife was really sharp.

Swallowing hard, Fat San plucked up his courage: "Are you a threat?"

Song Zhichao blinked, then handed the knife to Nie Weidong, "I didn't threaten you, now he's holding the knife—oh yes, it seems that last time you kicked his nose to bleed, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge... Of course, the sooner the better."

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong.

Fat San also looked at Nie Weidong.

Nie Weidong: "..."

How did he suddenly become a threat criminal?

But as soon as Song Zhichao mentioned the bloody nose that was kicked last time, Nie Weidong immediately changed his face.

Fat San also changed his face, and immediately gave in: "Hero—what do you want?" He looked at Song Zhichao pitifully.

He finally understood that Song Zhichao was in charge here, and Nie Weidong was just a decoration.

Song Zhichao smiled, pointed to Nie Weidong, and said to Fat San, "It's simple, you apologize to him!"

……

In the hall of the stock exchange——
Crowds of people are raging.

"I wasn't afraid just now, I thought it was worthless. What if that fat man calls the police? So I had to let him go." Nie Weidong avoided those acquaintances pointing at him, explaining to Song Zhichao that he only let him go. Fat San casually said "I'm sorry" and let him know the reason for leaving.

"As a person, I still think about the overall situation—everything is based on the overall situation." Nie Weidong continued to explain.

Song Zhichao glanced at the stock index display board in the trading hall, and said to Nie Weidong: "I don't like to use violence very much—but if using violence can gain the respect of the enemy, I might as well try it."

Nie Weidong: "..."

Looking sideways at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao continued to look at the stock index display board, "Why, don't you agree? As a man, there are only two ways to gain the respect of the enemy. The first is money, with enough economic strength to crush the opponent; the second is violence, with enough The violent power to destroy the opponent—which one do you have?" Song Zhichao turned his head and looked at Nie Weidong coldly.

Nie Weidong fell silent.

For the first time, he realized that he was so self-deceiving, so useless!
……

In my mind, I kept imagining what I was like when I was the youngest of Zhong Hai, dandy, slutty, unruly... After falling down, the humiliation I suffered, being chased for debts, being chased and beaten, and insulted by others.

My own bones are not broken, but my will is broken.

My own blood has not been drained, but my fighting spirit has dried up.

Now, Song Zhichao finally gave himself a chance to stand up, but he still pushed back and forth—because of fear, cowardice, and losing for too long.

Is it true that I will be so useless all my life?

What about Young Master Nie who was so energetic and scolded Fang Qiu?
Nie Weidong took a deep breath, and instantly his blood pulsed and his blood boiled.

He felt himself—resurrected!
It was activated by Song Zhichao.

With words, with actions, with friendship.

……

Nie Weidong suddenly tied up his shawl-length hair that he thought was chic and handsome, revealing his chiseled face.

His eyes that had been dull before were all lighted up, and he asked Song Zhichao, "How do I buy it?"

Song Zhichao glanced at him, seemed to feel his change, and said with a smile, "The money is in your hands, so you decide how to buy it."

Nie Weidong smiled—a proud smile.

Now that you have taken 1000 million, of course you will be a big player.

Immediately, Nie Weidong strode forward, no longer dodging those acquaintances who were pointing at him, sarcasm and mocking him, but went up to him and said loudly: "My young master Nie is back!"

Everyone, dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)