The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng and the others turned around and saw a group of people coming in from outside.

Two bodyguards led the way, and six more bodyguards came in after entering the door, standing neatly in two teams on the left and right.

Then a young man in his twenties or thirties came in from outside.

His hair was sleek, and he wore a pair of Dior sunglasses on his nose, a simple silk black shirt, and casual pants.

When he entered the door, two buttons of his shirt were undone, making him look uninhibited.

His walking posture was also very casual, and he had a strong cigar in his hand when he entered the door.

Behind him, there was an assistant and a secretary, both of whom were dressed in professional attire and were beautiful girls under the age of thirty. People had to suspect that this person was looking for staff based on their appearance.

And behind them, there were four young, beautiful and fashionable girls, who were estimated to be around twenty years old and dressed coolly.

If there are people who are keen on chasing stars, they will recognize that these four faces often appear in the supporting roles of some idol dramas.

But Qin Feng did not pay attention to these, but noticed the two people walking at the end of the team.

These two people are one old and one young, the older one is at most sixty, and the younger one is estimated to be around forty.

The aura between warriors is different from that of other people. Qin Feng felt a strong pressure since they had not entered the door.

The old man was calm and composed, with his hands behind his back. His hair was half black and half white. He entered the door without looking sideways.

As for the middle-aged man, he scanned everyone in the room when he entered the door.

His eyes were very sharp. When he looked at them carefully, he felt like he was pricked by a needle and his heart tightened.

The bloody smell on this person was very strong, and it was obvious that he had come out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Qin Feng looked at him, and the latter seemed to notice Qin Feng's difference. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint hostility appeared on his bronze face.

If an ordinary person were to be looked at like this, his heart would probably beat faster immediately.

Qin Feng glanced over casually, staring at him quietly, his face unchanged.

The man seemed a little surprised, but it made sense after thinking about it carefully.

After all, Zhang Hang is Zhang Sancheng's only son, and he must bring someone with him when he goes out to discuss things.

But bringing a cucumber egg with him is too contemptuous of them.

Do you really think that Zhang Hang is safe in the territory of Qingcheng?

A group of people came in in a mighty manner. Zhang Hang had already restrained his dandy behavior. He frowned and snorted: "I think it's you, Mr. Bai, who is insincere?"

"We agreed to meet at 8:30. Not only are you two hours late, but now you're blaming me."

"Mr. Bai, if you don't want to talk, we don't have to talk."

"At worst, on the day of the auction, our two families can compete and speak with strength."

If there is nothing else to say about Zhang Sancheng's family, it is just that they have a lot of money.

Perhaps in terms of personal connections, they are definitely far behind the Bai family.

But the auction of land depends on economic strength. Zhang Sancheng is confident that the Zhang family will not lose in terms of money.

But if they really start to argue, even if the two families are not short of money, they will not give money to the auction house in vain.

Buying land for construction is to make money. If the two families argue, it is hard to say how much money they can make.

Zhang Hang also showed off his wealth, not wanting to lose to the other party before the negotiation even started.

But the other party chuckled, but did not respond to his words. Instead, he walked to the French window of the box and looked at the lawn outside.

"Tsk tsk" shook his head twice: "A small city is a small city. The city is small, and the people are not big. Look at the stadium built... It's also quite shabby."

As soon as he opened his mouth, several fashionable girls behind him flattered him.

"Yes, Mr. Bai, Qingcheng is really too small, and there are many mountain roads. I almost get carsick all the way up and down."

"A small Qingcheng was still a small place 20 years ago. How can it be compared with our Nanling?"

"Mr. Bai's status allows him to live here for so many days. It's really wronged."

Zhang Hang's mouth twitched slightly when he heard it. He knew that the other party was telling him in disguise: You can wait for me, but I can come here, which has given you enough face.

As soon as the young master Bai waved his hand, the assistant immediately handed him a cigar and lit it for him.

After taking a puff, the thick smoke filled the box.

An Jiuxiao was close to him, and he coughed when he asked about the smell. He complained to Qin Feng: "Brother Qin, what kind of cigarette is this? It's even more choking than my master's big pipe!"

He originally just complained in a low voice, but the room was too quiet and was heard by others.

Several peopleThe fashionable girl looked over and glimpsed the attire of Qin Feng and An Jiuxiao. She subconsciously regarded them as Zhang Hang's followers, and her pretty faces showed disdain.

The sexy female assistant next to Bai Shao frowned and scolded An Jiuxiao: "You are just a slave. Doesn't the master know how to be quiet when talking?"

"Who said I am..."

An Jiuxiao was about to argue, but was stopped by Qin Feng's eyes.

Seeing An Jiuxiao holding back, the assistant became more arrogant, and the disdain in her beautiful eyes became more intense. She didn't take these country bumpkins from Qingcheng seriously at all.

At this time, Bai Shao had already sat down on the sofa. With a wave of his hand, the four beauties came around, rubbing shoulders and beating legs, feeling very uncomfortable.

He leaned back on the sofa, looked at Zhang Hang with his chin, and smiled: "It seems that Young Master Zhang's temper is as irritable as the weather in Qingcheng."

"But you don't seem to understand one thing."

"I am willing to come and talk to you today, not because I beg you, but because you have to talk to me."

"Because if I don't come today, this piece of land will only cost more money."

"But if you don't wait for me honestly, then your Zhang family will not even have the opportunity to touch this piece of land."

"I call you Young Master Zhang, and you call me Young Master Bai. We are both young masters, but the gap between you and me is a world of difference. Do you understand?"

Since Zhang Sancheng became the richest man in Qingcheng, Zhang Hang can be regarded as walking sideways in Qingcheng.

Just based on his appearance when he first met Qin Feng, it is not difficult to see that he is also an out-and-out dandy.

But now he has met a young master who is more ostentatious and domineering than him, but he has to endure it.

The other party was late first, then brought a bunch of beautiful women with him, and now he is putting pressure on him. This is enough to show his power.

He was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could only hold his breath and sit opposite him, his face gloomy: "Tell me, how do you want to talk?"