Invincible how lonely

Chapter 25 Qian Bashun

Bai Ye in the living room adjusted his posture. His subordinate was no longer here, so he didn't need to be so serious.

So lying sideways on the sofa, drinking happy water and watching dramas, these days are boring and relaxing.

When watching the heroine break into the royal hunting ground, Bai Ye found it very interesting... I will continue watching the show tomorrow. It's getting late and I need to rest. My skin has been a bit dry recently and the air here is not good at all.

Yawning, Bai Ye went to the bathroom to wash up, then lay on the bed...picked up the phone again and opened Douyin.

My majestic Demon Lord is becoming more and more depraved. Now he can’t live without his mobile phone. He must check TikTok before going to bed, otherwise he will feel that something is missing.

But today's TikTok made Bai Ye frown.

Most of them are about myself and Xiao Qingxue.

I actually became that woman’s mysterious husband! ! !

These human beings who have enough to eat and have nothing to do actually say that my majestic devil is her mysterious husband.

Her attitude is so disgusting to me as a maid.

The more I look at him, the more I feel dissatisfied. It is outrageous that this woman is using my brilliance to enhance her own status.

Putting the phone on the bedside table, Bai Ye took a deep breath. This woman's purpose was not simple and she definitely had thoughts about herself.

I don't like you, so give up.

Gradually, Bai Ye fell into a deep sleep, and actually had a dream.

In the dream, Xixi held her hand and laughed melodiously. There was also a beautiful figure next to Xixi, but she couldn't see the shape clearly.

at the same time.

An ordinary teahouse in Yanhai City, two stories high, decorated in a retro style.

It looks ordinary, but there are several luxury cars parked outside the teahouse, and the most eye-catching one is the Rolls-Royce. In the eyes of Lord Demon Lord, the car's logo is not good, and it also has a double image.

In addition to the Rolls-Royce, there is also a Maybach parked nearby, but no matter what, the aura of the Rolls-Royce seems to be much higher.

And in a private room on the second floor of the teahouse.

A man in his 60s sat on a mahogany chair, making tea quite skillfully.

Although this man is already 60, he does not look old. He looks like a middle-aged man in his 50s. His hair is also dark and dark. However, at such an old age, he still shows signs of gaining weight, but his eyes give people a A bad feeling will subconsciously make you feel scared.

This man is Luo Hui's boss, Master Ba.

Qian Bashun.

Basically all the rich people in Yanhai City know each other, and anyone who gives face will call him "Ba Ye".

This Qian Bashun is also a powerful person. A young man from the countryside started his own business in Yanhai City and reached his current position. It is not easy. Only he knows the hardships involved.

There were many bodyguards in suits standing around the private room, watching eagerly.

In front of the tea table, a man was kneeling on the ground shivering. Even though the temperature was very low, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his lips were chapped and bloodless.

"Mr. Tong, is the temperature of the air conditioner too high? You are sweating so much. Give Mr. Tong some paper towels to wipe it with." Qian Bashun poured out the fine Tieguanyin and said with a smile.

The suit bodyguard on the side took out a pack of tissues and threw it in front of the president.

But Mr. Tong didn't dare to wipe his sweat at all, and even sweated more.

"Master Ba, I really didn't take the project money. It's unfair." Tongshan lowered his head, his whole body trembling.

Qian Bashun paused, and the cup gradually overflowed with tea. Qian Bashun chuckled lightly, put the teapot next to him, picked up the teacup, and hissed: "It's hot." Tongshan had no idea what Qian Bashun was going to do, and he was frightened. It was very frightening.

Qian Bashun shook the tea cup, picked it up again, blew it gently, and took a sip.

"This tea is good. Mr. Tong, would you like to try it?"

Tongshan quickly said: "I don't dare."

"Mr. Tong, don't be like this. It makes me look like a bad guy. Come on... help Mr. Tong sit down." Qian Bashun waved with a smile. Unexpectedly, he thought he was really a good person.

But everyone knows that this eighth master cannot be messed with.

Tongshan, who was so frightened that his legs were weak, was helped up by the bodyguard and sat opposite Qian Bashun.

"That's right, try the tea I made." Qian Bashun poured out the hot tea, and the cup gradually overflowed.

Tongshan's face was pale and his breathing was rapid.

"Don't overflow. I made the tea with great difficulty. I hope Mr. Tong will give me the honor to drink it in one gulp."

When the bodyguards heard this, their hearts trembled.

But such a scene is still a small scene...but it is really torture.

Tongshan looked at the hot tea and hesitated.

"Mr. Tong, if you don't give me any face, I will be unhappy." Qian Bashun smiled at Tongshan. Although he was smiling, his eyes were contemplating death.

Tongshan quickly reached out to pick up the teacup. As soon as he touched the teacup, he was hit by the soup and subconsciously retracted his hand.

"Do you dislike the tea I made?" Qian Bashun's smile disappeared instantly and he asked coldly.

"No...no...don't dare..." Tongshan said intermittently, and stretched out his hand again. When he touched the tea cup, the hot pain made people twist, and it was hot to the touch, and he had to drink it in one gulp.

Tongshan is also risking his life. As long as he can survive, a sip of hot tea is nothing!
Gathering up the courage, Tongshan drank it all in one gulp!

His whole body turned red, and his clothes seemed to be getting wet.

"Okay! Give me some noodles, Mr. Tong!" Qian Bashun laughed again, and even applauded. He picked up the Chinese medicine next to him and ordered one, not forgetting to give one to Tongshan.

Tongshan was also flattered and quickly took it with red hands.

Taking a deep breath of cigarette, Qian Bashun said calmly: "Mr. Tong, I don't need to pursue the matter of the project payment."

Upon hearing Qian Bashun's words, Tongshan seemed to see hope of survival and almost knelt down to thank him.

"Master Ba, the project funding is not mine..."

"Stop, stop, stop talking about that little trick of yours, isn't it just bad gambling?" Qian Bashun said calmly, spreading ashes from his cigarette in his right hand.

Tongshan's face darkened, Master Ba actually knew this, he was going abroad...

"Take my money to gamble, you are No. 1." Qian Bashun admired this person very much, how could he be so courageous.

"Ba Ye, I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore. I will work as a cow and a horse for you to pay off your debt."

Qian Bashun put out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs on, and then said calmly: "Mr. Tong, the renovation of the old city is about to begin. This matter is very important to me, do you understand?"

"understand."

"Just understand. I'm still very optimistic about your team, so I'll keep you. I hope you won't let yourself down again."

(End of this chapter)