My friends are gods

Chapter 102 Rinse
"what?!"

Lu Lixin was shocked, suspecting that he heard it wrong, he couldn't believe it: "You want to kick me out because of Song Qiming?!"

"Why, can't you?"

Lu Mingxue glanced at it lightly, and said calmly: "It seems that you don't intend to leave decently. Well, security guards, drive him out."

She waved and called security.

For the US-funded group, it is self-evident who should choose between Song Qiming and Lu Lixin.

Although Lu Lixin is a relative, but...

A distant relative, presumably grandpa and father would not blame themselves.

Seeing the security guard approaching, Lu Lixin was still in disbelief.

It wasn't until the security picked him up that he yelled, "No, you can't kick me out, do you know my identity!!"

However, the security guards only obeyed Lu Mingxue's arrangement.

Lu Lixin's voice gradually weakened.

Lu Mingxue smiled apologetically at Song Qiming, and said, "I'm sorry, that distant cousin of mine doesn't understand the rules."

Song Qiming waved his hands and said, "It's okay, just get out."

……

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Crystal Hotel.

This is one of the top hotels in Haizhou City. The place for dinner, after screening, the place for dinner is decided here.

Lu Mingxue took over the entire lobby on the first floor.

Many employees of the US-funded group gathered together.

The problems in all aspects of the new formula have been overcome, and the tense mood of many employees for so long has finally been relaxed.

At the dinner party, everyone discussed lively and exchanged glasses.

As the president, Lu Mingxue stood on the stage, made a summary of the events of the year, and toasted with everyone.

Many employees responded enthusiastically.

Lu Mingxue looked at Song Qiming beside him, and said, "As a shareholder, why don't you come up and say a few words?"

"Me?" Song Qiming was surprised, waved his hand and said, "I'll forget it, I'm not suitable for speaking on it, and I'll let you finish my speech, so I have nothing to say."

"Go through the process." Lu Mingxue said with a slight smile, "You have to give everyone an incentive throughout the year."

Song Qiming had no choice but to nod.

Lu Mingxue smiled sweetly, took the microphone, and said: "Everyone, we warmly welcome the shareholders of our American-funded group. Mr. Song Qiming came to the stage to say a few words."

There was warm applause in the arena.

Song Qiming walked to the stage, picked up the microphone, his face became serious, and his eyes swept over everyone.

He is about to speak.

A discordant voice came from the stairs on the second floor.

"It seems that there is really no one in your American-funded group. The president is a kid in his 20s, and the shareholders are also such a kid. How can such a company compete with us? Are you kidding?"

Hearing the sound, Song Qiming turned his head slightly and looked towards the second floor.

A few people were standing on the stairs, looking at the lobby on the first floor with sneers. The leader was a middle-aged man with a big belly. His eye sockets were sunken and the dark circles under his eyes were extremely obvious. He was obviously overindulged.

"It's from Qingcheng Group."

Lu Mingxue's eyes narrowed slightly, she approached Song Qiming, and whispered: "This fat man is called Zhang Ming, and he is the director of Qingcheng Group."

Hearing the words Qingcheng Group, Song Qiming suddenly realized, no wonder he didn't provoke him, but instead took the initiative to mock the American-owned group.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he looked at Zhang Ming who was on the second floor.

Song Qiming smiled lightly and said, "Director Zhang, it's such a coincidence that I can meet you here. When you came down, did you just finish eating shit? Why do you speak so stinky? I can smell it from so far away."

As soon as these words came out, many employees of the American-owned group burst into laughter.

readily.

To such a person, one should respond with such an attitude.

Zhang Ming's complexion suddenly darkened.

"Boy, you have the guts to do it again." Zhang Ming said coldly. After becoming the director of Qingcheng Group, few people talked to him like this.

Several people around Zhang Ming also looked unhappy.

"Boy, you have to pay for talking nonsense."

"Lu Mingxue, as the president of an American-funded group, do you allow your shareholders to treat your colleagues like this?"

"I see this kid said that he is impatient."

"..."

Song Qiming smiled lightly and stepped off the stage.

He came to the table, took out a bottle of red wine, poured them into two glasses respectively, and then walked up the stairs step by step with the glasses in hand.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ming's face softened slightly.

He said indifferently, "Boy, even if you toast and apologize to me now, I will not accept it. Besides, do you think this kind of rotten wine is worthy of my status?"

"Director Zhang, I think you may have misunderstood."

Walking up the steps and facing Zhang Ming, Song Qiming smiled and said, "The reason why I want to toast you is not to apologize, but to let you rinse your mouth. I hope this glass of red wine can clean your mouth and make you talk less. Smelly."

He sent the red wine in his hand to Zhang Ming.

The corners of Zhang Ming's mouth twitched fiercely, and his calm face became more and more gloomy.

This is clearly here to humiliate him!

Seeing the harmless smiling human and animal face in front of him, Zhang Ming's eyelids twitched wildly, wanting to slap him hard.

Someone did it for Zhang Ming.

It was a man in a suit and leather shoes next to Zhang Ming.

"Boy, court death!"

The man cursed, then waved his palm and slapped it.

However, when his palm was five centimeters away from Song Qiming's face, it completely stopped and he did not dare to move forward.

On his face, cold sweat gradually emerged, with a fearful expression.

But at some point, Song Qiming's palm holding the wine glass came to his throat.

The red wine glass was broken, and the red wine was flowing all over the place.

The broken red wine glass was extremely sharp, only two centimeters away from the man's throat, as long as the man took half a step forward, the red wine glass would mercilessly pierce his throat.

"Gudong!"

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his mouth was dry, his throat seemed to have been cut by a knife.

He looked at Song Qiming, and suddenly felt a sense of fear, as if the person in front of him really dared to kill him.

"Do you do it?"

Song Qiming looked at the man coldly, and said in a cold voice, "What do you care about Qingcheng Group's dinner party with our American-funded group?"

The man dared not speak.

Zhang Ming and the others beside him were stunned.

They knew that the man was a fitness expert, and he would exercise every day. It would not be a problem for one person to beat four or five people.

But now, he was directly suppressed.

Song Qiming shifted his eyes lightly, looked at Zhang Ming, stretched out his other hand, and said lightly, "gargle."

In his hand, the wine glass was intact, and the red wine was contained in it. Under the light, it exuded a coquettish red color.

(End of this chapter)