My friends are gods

Chapter 103

Zhang Ming's face trembled violently.

gargle.

This is a very simple word, but in this situation, if Zhang Ming drinks this glass of red wine, there is no doubt that it is tantamount to admitting to eating shit.

Zhang Ming has always held a high position, how could he drink?

His face was ugly, he was staring at the red wine glass in front of him, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and deep in his heart, there was a surge of anger.

"I'll wash your mother. Force!"

Cursing angrily, Zhang Ming swung his fist, and slammed it hard at Song Qiming's face.

Song Qiming sneered, and shot swiftly.

First come first!

"boom!"

The fist collided fiercely with Zhang Ming's fist.

"Crack!"

Then, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, Zhang Ming's body flew upside down, hit the stairs heavily, and then rolled down the stairs, his head knocking on the steps without knowing it. how many times.

"Director Zhang!"

"Director!"

When the other people saw this scene, they were all taken aback, shouted hastily, and ran down the stairs in a hurry.

Only the person whose throat was pointed by Song Qiming dared not make any movement.

A group of people came to Zhang Ming and wanted to help him up.

But as soon as a person touched Zhang Ming's arm, Zhang Ming let out a scream.

"what!"

Zhang Ming's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, he gritted his teeth, and cursed angrily: "Drafting, can't you be lighter, my hand is broken!"

Those people then fixed their eyes on Zhang Ming's arm.

I saw that his arm had been bent strangely, and the position of his elbow was even more swollen.

"hiss!"

Immediately, those few people gasped.

It was just one punch that broke Zhang Ming's arm. How much strength and strength is this?
"Since you don't want to gargle, I won't force you. Just give you a lesson. I hope you can remember it. Remember, next time, after eating shit, don't go to disgusting people."

With a wave of his palm, Song Qiming accurately threw the broken red wine glass into the trash can, turned around, and walked down the steps with an extremely flat tone.

At this moment, Zhang Ming looked at Song Qiming with horror in his eyes.

One punch!
With just one punch, he broke his arm, and from the looks of it, that person is still calm, this kind of strength can be called terrifying.

On the stairs, when the man in suit and leather shoes saw Song Qiming leave, he was relieved and almost collapsed on the ground.

At that moment just now, he felt as if he had walked through the gate of hell.

Song Qiming walked down and glanced around.

Zhang Ming and the others did not dare to look at him. Anyone who met Song Qiming's gaze lowered their heads deeply.

Song Qiming's strength shocked them deeply.

"Get lost, do you still want to stay here for a meal before leaving?" Song Qiming said coldly.

This is the Crystal Hotel after all.

Even though Zhang Ming was wrong first, Song Qiming couldn't go too far.

Otherwise, it will definitely attract the hotel's attention, and Song Qiming cannot escape the blame if he calls the police.

That is to say, at this dinner party, a lot of things about the group were said, but Lu Mingxue didn't let the waiter wait here, otherwise, just breaking the arm would be enough to make things worse.

"hiss!"

Zhang Ming grinned and sucked in the cold air, and with the help of several people, he stood up.

After hearing Song Qiming's words, he ran away in a hurry surrounded by a group of people as if he had been pardoned.

As for making a fuss about it?
As the director of Qingcheng Group, he can't do this.

On the one hand, it is personal reputation, and on the other hand, it is related to the reputation of Qingcheng Group.

Now he can only smash his tooth and swallow it in his stomach, and find a hospital to connect the broken arm.

There will be plenty of time to get back in the future.

Many employees of the American-funded group watched Zhang Ming and others leave with cold eyes, and then burst into cheers.

"Shareholder Song is actually so powerful."

"Shareholder Song must be Lian Jiazi, who broke Zhang Ming's arm with one punch."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Song Qiming slowly raised his foot and walked onto the stage.

He patted the table lightly with his hand, and said into the microphone: "Everyone, be quiet first."

In the arena, everyone immediately shut up, stopped talking, and looked at Song Qiming on the stage.

Song Qiming glanced around for a week, satisfied with everyone's attitude, nodded slightly, and said slowly: "The president asked me to say a few words at the end of the year, that's good, I'll just say a few words, and everyone remembers it."

Everyone looked serious and listened carefully.

Song Qiming Hongsheng said: "The first sentence, in the future, if you meet people from the Qingcheng Group, if they still find fault like today, they will beat me back.
The second sentence, if there is any accident because of this, or if someone pursues it, you don't have to worry about it, I, Song Qiming, will bear it together! "

Originally, Song Qiming didn't have much dislike for Qingcheng Group.

It is normal for each other to compete with each other with a little means.

However, the other party deliberately found fault. This is not as simple as a commercial competition.

In the arena, there was silence.

No one could have imagined that Song Qiming would say such a thing.

Lu Mingxue opened her small mouth slightly, extremely surprised.

As a shareholder, you actually encouraged your subordinates to fight with competitors?

This is really a rare event in a hundred years.

Everyone was also shocked.

Often fell into silence.

Song Qiming said in a deep voice, "Did you all hear what I said?"

silence.

However, although everyone was silent, the expressions on their faces were not silent at all.

Many people's eyes lit up, and some people's faces became agitated.

For the Qingcheng Group, they didn't say they hated it to the bone, but they also gritted their teeth with hatred.

In the past, when faced with provocations, they were all on the passive side. If they got angry, they could only swallow it in their stomachs. If they could, they all wanted to beat each other.

At this time, although Song Qiming's words were rough, they were exactly what they wanted.

"heard it!"

At the moment, everyone shouted in unison, with great momentum.

Everyone's face was slightly flushed because of excitement.

Their blood seemed to be stimulated.

Lu Mingxue was dumbfounded.

These people, one by one, are as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.

She was about to speak to remind everyone not to be impulsive, even if the other party is looking for trouble, if she really counterattacks in terms of personal attacks, she is afraid that the other party will catch her.

Song Qiming stepped down at this time, walked up to her, and said lightly: "I know what you are thinking, but you see, everyone is so excited, which shows that they also like this method. Our group can't provoke disputes, but it is absolutely Don't be afraid of things, otherwise, others will think we are easy to bully."

Lu Mingxue was speechless and opened her mouth, but she had to admit that what Song Qiming said was reasonable.

(End of this chapter)