Ode to the Dragon

Chu Feng frowned and went along with his reputation -

in the racecourse, a horse with bright coat and strong body was falling to the ground, extremely weak, vomiting and diarrhea, and was on the verge of death.

There are seven or eight veterinarians in a hurry to help diagnose -

a young man in extraordinary clothes, surrounded by front and back, is roaring angrily.

"This is a pure blood BMW that I spent 20 million to get. After less than a month in your racecourse, I fell ill and had diarrhea? What do you eat? Are you pigs? If anything goes wrong with my horse, I'll break your legs. "

"Jiang Shao, calm down. We have been taking good care of your BMW, and dare not neglect it at all -"

"yes, yes, please calm down."

All the owners and managers of the club are very humble, and they are very cautious about apologizing and saying good things.

This is the young master of Chiang's group, Jiang Wei.

His father, Jiang Tiansheng, controls the whole underground boxing ring and gambling house in Yanjing. He has thousands of thugs under his hands. He is a real hero. They can't afford to offend him.

Therefore, even if Jiang Wei was domineering and pointed to their noses to scold and humiliate them, they could only live with their tails in their hands and smile.

"Jiang Shao, you see --"

a veterinarian, wearing gloves, pointed to the food residue from the horse's stomach, "these forages are the most inferior forages. You don't feed pigs in the countryside. Your BMW has always been expensive. Can you eat this forage without getting sick and having diarrhea?"

Jiang Wei burst into a rage, "son of a bitch, I hire you more than 100000 yuan a month, you give my BMW this kind of garbage?"

"Who is in charge of my horse, stand up for me!"

The owner of the club came down in a cold sweat and said angrily, "Zhang Jian, what's the matter with him? How dare you even embezzle the grass money of Jiang Shao BMW? Are you tired of living

"Explain it to me."

Zhang Jian is the man that Chu Feng saw in Houshan before.

He was completely frightened. His face was pale, his legs were weak, and he trembled. He said, "I, I don't - Mr. Jiang Shao, boss, I always use the grass imported from New Zealand. Even if you give me 800 courage, I don't dare to touch the ground on Taisui."

As soon as he turned his eyes, he suddenly yelled: "Chen Yong, it must be that dead lame man of Chen Yong!"

"Normally, he was responsible for carrying the fodder. Today, I saw with my own eyes that he deliberately knocked over the fodder that fed Jiang Shao BMW -"

shulala -

dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the corner, the middle-aged man with a disabled right leg and a silent wooden body.

The latter also for one Leng, as if did not expect, this black pot will buckle on own head!

"I didn't do it. You're talking about it." Chen Yong said in a deep voice.

Pop!

The owner of the club slapped him in the face and said angrily, "I dare to quibble. Chen Yong, I accepted you and gave you a meal when I saw you were poor. I didn't expect you to do such a thing."

"Don't you kneel down and kowtow to Jiang Shao to make amends."

Although he also understands that it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing according to Chen Yong's character, he has to pull out a person to take the black pot and save everyone.

That Zhang Jian may have something to do with him, so he can only come to Chen Yong, who is silent and powerless.

In this world, honest people are always oppressed.

Chen Yong still urn voice said: "I said, I did not do, I will not kneel."