One person's royal painting

Chapter 82 Temporary workers come to the door

"How about...boss, let's not let Li Jing and the others play..."

Xiang Ding cautiously suggested: "These lunatics don't know what stimulated them recently. During this period of time, they have been more ruthless on the court..."

"Do not make jokes!"

Zhao Yingquan had a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands on his chest, and said in a cold voice: "If they are not allowed to play, will those money owners buy it? Only blood can make them willing to spend a lot of money."

After all, Zhao Yingquan handed over a statement from the financial side, "Recently, the turnover has increased a lot! This shows that the group of funders are very satisfied!"

"It's a huge loss for us not to play them..."

"And, Lord Bao is coming soon!"

"Grandpa Leopard is coming?"

Xiang Ding was taken aback for a moment, Lord Bao, as the second head of the Sugu Pavilion, is so busy these days, why don't you have time to visit them...

"And haven't you noticed, recently around our boxing ring, there have been many people watching us..."

There was a glint of gloom in Zhao Yingquan's eyes, and he lowered his voice slightly and said, "I suspect it's someone from the company. It seems that the guy from Central China is after us."

"The company shouldn't care about us, after all, they encourage us to kill each other..."

"Humph!"

Zhao Yingquan gave Xiang Ding a blank look, "So, you are still too young! We people are standing in the 'grey' zone! We are neither 'white' nor 'black'!"

"Didn't you hear recently that the girl from the Central China Region came back to take over, and the old thing also intends to let his girl take over..."

"But... this has nothing to do with us..."

"It doesn't matter! That girl from the Ren family doesn't have any political achievements, so why should she go up there! Who will be convinced if she goes up there?"

Zhao Yingquan suddenly sat up from the office chair, walked to the window sill, looked at the empty boxing ring, and said word by word: "Do you think that guy in Central China is not doing anything?"

"Wrong! Big mistake! He is very clear in his heart, we are all reserved by him for his daughter's superior use!"

"Some time ago, that guy brought his daughter over to watch the boxing match. What do you think he was thinking about watching the match?"

Hearing this, Xiang Ding's cold sweat also began to seep from his forehead, he naturally knew what the boss meant.

Even if the company doesn't deal with them in the end because of the tiger's face, the boxing ring will not be able to survive in the end.

For this underground boxing ring, the company also turned a blind eye.

Because there is a relationship like a tiger on the surface, as long as there is no trouble here!Don't make a fuss!In fact, the company is not willing to take care of it. It would be nice to have a place for aliens to dispel hostility.

But the problem is, since Li Jing and the others are basically killing people recently, too many strangers have died here.

And there are many relationships behind these aliens.

If they continue to die like this, there will be a large-scale collision between different people, which the company absolutely does not want to see.

Once you lose the boxing ring...

Whether Xiguge admits them or not is two different things.

"Then boss, what do you think..."

Xiang Ding was also a little flustered at this time, he was unhappy with the poor performance, and the company was regarded as a thorn in the side when the performance was good.

Although Zhao Yingquan was known as Naruhu's subordinate on the outside, only his family knew about his own affairs.

It's all so nonsense, to put it bluntly, it's not spending money to buy a name!

Xigu Pavilion needs resources to cultivate power, and underground boxing rings need "political" protection!Everyone gets what they need.

"I want to know what to do and what's the use of you guys, get out!" After a bad meal, Zhao Yingquan threw Xiang Ding out distractedly.

On the other side, after Xiang Ding withdrew, he also sighed!

He came here and got scolded again, no wonder those bastards were unwilling to report.

At this time, coming to Zhao Yingquan to report on work, wouldn't that be a typical hit-and-miss, looking for scolding!
But it was rare that Xiang Ding wasn't on duty today. After being beaten up by Zhao Yingquan, Xiang Ding left the boxing ring a little disappointed. He found a small bar and ordered a few glasses of spirits, intending to drink away his worries.

"Hey, sir! Are you here for a drink alone?"

At this time, a man's voice came from beside Xiang Ding. Xiang Ding frowned and turned his head to look, and saw Shen Chong's lazy face.

"Shen Chong?"

As a member of the underground boxing field, Xiang Ding naturally knew the man in front of him, but he was a little curious as to why this Shen Chong was looking for him.

"Huh? It's you... I remember you, when I went to your place to fight boxing, you seemed to be standing guard outside..."

"Are you courting death?" Xiang Ding interrupted Shen Chong in a cold voice.

"what……"

Shen Chong was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Xiang Ding to have such a temper, but he still said with that smile: "Okay, okay, I made a mistake, sorry, sorry!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Chong sat beside Xiang Ding with some natural familiarity, and said, "Look at your expression, did you get scolded by your boss?"

!!!

"How do you know?" Xiang Ding looked at Shen Chong suspiciously.

"Haha, it's normal. I was like this when I first got a job. I was calculated by the old fritters in the company. When something happened, I was asked to report to the boss. In the end, I was severely beaten by the boss. It's ugly..."

Shen Chong said heartlessly: "The you now are very similar to the me in the past, so it just aroused some sympathy."

"So, what do you want from me?"

Xiang Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone gradually became cold, "Don't make excuses for encountering something by chance, it's boring!"

"Yes, then are you interested in becoming my client..."

……

Ding

When Wang Bing's cell phone rang again, he looked down at the message from Shen Chong on the cell phone, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Sure enough, I was not mistaken, this Shen Chong has two brushes.

Li Jing, Cha Ting, Shi Ge, Xiang Ding!
These few people have all become Shen Chong's customers.

The Four Zhangkuangs really deserved their reputation, and they are better than the other in the way of bewitching others' minds.

Just as Wang put down his chopsticks and was about to leave, a sloppy uncle suddenly appeared in front of him.

Under the man's long and shattered hair is a cheek with a beard. He is wearing a green coat and holds a bottle of beer in his hand.

The uncle didn't say anything, and sat directly opposite Wang Bing, and gently pushed the bottle cap with his thumb, and the sealed iron cap on the beer bottle flew away in response.

Gudong!

After taking a sip, the man put the beer on the table.

"You are……"

Wang Bing naturally recognized who this guy was.

That's right!He is the temporary worker Clarinet in Central China.

Seeing the clarinet sitting in front of him, Wang Bing's mood was somewhat complicated.

I really have a relationship with these temporary workers. I met the temporary workers from the Southwest when I was in the Southwest, and I met the temporary workers from the Central China when I was in Central China.

You say this is a good thing, it is indeed!

At the very least, Wang Bing probably knows what kind of urine these people are, so he can prescribe the right medicine.

But this can't be said to be a good thing. Think carefully about what temporary workers do...

Do black work!
Can it be called a good thing that someone who has been ganged will come to your door!
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