Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

Tijuana, Mexico.

As night fell, the club began to be lively. The gorgeous lights were on, and the ready strippers had come to the stage to start their performance.

Nelson Coleman is sitting in his own box, quietly watching all kinds of temptation performances on the stage, and there are cool dressed women beside him, drinking with him and lighting his cigar for him.

"Boss..." a subordinate came over with a smile on his face.

Nelson nodded, and the woman around him moved away wisely. The man sat down and reported in a low voice: "the club's revenue has improved in recent days. I listened to your suggestion and recruited some new people to perform. Sure enough, those old customers are very satisfied!"

"I've already said that even if it's delicious food, it will be boring when you eat too much, so you need to change the taste from time to time!"

Nelson was not surprised. He took a puff of cigar, took a sip of tequila in front of him, thought of another thing, and asked in a low voice, "where's my batch? Did the other party give a reply? "

"They said that as long as the boss gives enough money, he will give the best goods!" The man quickly compared the gesture of counting money and replied with a smile.

Nelson frowned, put down his cigar in displeasure, and said in a deep voice, "money, I know money. Didn't I pay them a sum of money in advance before? I've been dealing with them for such a long time. This time, I have to rush it?"

"Boss, the people over there also said that everyone is short of money now. If the money is not in place, it will be difficult to get things!"

When his subordinates said this, they covered his ears and said cautiously, "it's really no good. I think the boss might as well find someone..."

"Who?" Nielsen asked in response.

"Pedro"

As soon as Nelson heard the name, his face changed. He waved his hand and frowned and said, "no, this guy is terrible. I don't want to deal with him..."

"He's really sharp, but boss, don't you forget that our club was going to pay Pedro protection fee?"

With a smile, the man reminded him that Nelson frowned and hesitated. Another man came over in a hurry.

"Boss, the guest of K2 box upstairs, please come over and say it's an old acquaintance..."

"What old acquaintance?" Nelson waved his hand and said unhappily, "just say, I'm busy, unless he comes by himself!"

"But he insisted on letting you go and said he had what you wanted!" In front of the hand than a gesture, Nelson eyes a bright, immediately put down the glass in hand, stood up.

The two men didn't follow Nelson, who slowly passed the crowd and was ready to walk towards the box upstairs.

But before he could go upstairs, he was slapped on the shoulder: "Nelson Coleman."

Nelson turned his head warily, squinting and looking at the person displeased: "who are you? I don't seem to know you!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, I just know you..." the comer's lips were slightly crooked, and his tone was quite gentlemanly.

"It's not convenient for Fang. Can I take a step?"

Looking at the Chinese in suit and shoes in front of him, Nelson became more and more vigilant. He dealt with all kinds of people, but there was no such Chinese

"Inconvenient!" Nelson turned him down coldly and went straight upstairs.