Urban Super Food City System

Wei Suoyu may not be very familiar with Zhou Xing, but the middle-aged man is very familiar with Zhou Xing.

He and Zhou Xing both run factories and do business, and he clearly knows who is in Zhou Xing's factory.

If they didn't give Zhou Xing an explanation today, they would probably have to spend money to buy Zhou Xing's happiness.

Otherwise, they will either not be able to get out of this room, or they will get out of the room, and they will have to worry about their daily life.

One must know that Zhou Xing is not a kind person, he may not hurt others, but every day troubles are definitely inevitable.

After all, the middle-aged man started a factory and started a business just like him.

The middle-aged man moved his head slowly, seeing that Wei Suoyu still looked like the biggest man in the world, he wished he could rush over and slap Wei Suoyu twice.

"I'm sorry, Boss Zhou, I really pulled this person over from the side of the road, mainly because I don't have enough funds."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, but decided to tell the truth. He felt that it would be better to break up with Wei Suoyu immediately.

If it is made clear now, maybe Zhou Xing can spare him once.

"Did you really pull him from the side of the road? I said when did you have 200 million funds?"

"Oh, you are really good, Xiao Song, if you want the business of the batch of electric cars in my factory, just tell me."

"If you don't have funds, I can give you credit first, and then you can return it to me when you make money. Why do you want to drag someone on the street to settle the matter?"

"Besides, you have too little eyesight, right? Just such a young man, how much money can he have?"

Zhou Xing shook his head, putting on a look of pity.

He seemed to believe that Wei Suoyu was a student with no money, and maybe it was the brand-name clothes specially prepared for him by the middle-aged man.

The purpose is to allow Zhou Xing to take Wei Suoyu's face into consideration and give him credit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss Zhou, in view of the fact that I have cooperated with you so many times, why don't you spare me this time?"

"I promise, next time, I will prepare 200 million yuan and come to you again."

Hearing Zhou Xing's tone, the middle-aged man panicked.

He hurriedly apologized to Zhou Xing, while still nodding and bowing, he almost fell to his knees and kowtowed to Zhou Xing.

However, Zhou Xing still shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"It's not your problem, it's his problem. You didn't do anything wrong. After all, you are also thinking about the business of your factory, right?"

"But I can't forgive this young man. He has seriously affected my mood. I can't feel better without 200 million."

Zhou Xing grabbed the girl behind him who was giving him a massage with one hand, and kept using his hand so hard that the girl's hand was deformed, and the pain made her scream.

Seeing Zhou Xing being so cruel, Wei Suoyu stood up in one fell swoop.

But Zhou Xing was not afraid, as long as Wei Suoyu punched him, he could ask for another 200 million.

He wished Wei Suoyu could not control his inner anger.

At that time, if you can't get money from Wei Suoyu, you will get it from the middle-aged man.

Even if the middle-aged man's factory goes bankrupt, it's none of his business.

"Little brother, stop talking and doing things indiscriminately! Can I beg you?"

The middle-aged man cried and dissuaded him, he no longer dared to ask for anything else, he could only ask Wei Suoyu not to be so reckless.

Fortunately, I only want 200 million now. If Zhou Xing gets angry and asks him for 500 million, where can he find it?