In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

If you don’t share the table, someone has to leave.

In order to have a late-night snack tonight, Ye Zhengting gave an order, and hundreds of people from three groups blocked the street and closed the night market.

He doesn't go.

The shop owner gingerly accepted the bank card, hunched over and walked towards the group of old men who were more than 1000 years old together. He took out a pack of Huazi and said while letting go of the cigarette: "Brothers, you are so lucky. That gang The big shot wants to clear the place for dinner, and I’ve already bought the menu for you. I’ll get a few more packing boxes for you to put the food in. Come back next time for more drinks?”

The store owner didn't think these veteran chefs would refuse, and even asked his employees to get take-out boxes.

"Give me another five hundred bunches of kidneys." Brother Dazhi said calmly while holding a cigarette and filling the empty glass with wine. "Seven mature ones."

The store owner immediately became obsessed.

These old guys really dare to take advantage of anyone!

It’s not just a free meal, why should I take it with me?

The store owner was afraid of causing trouble, so he ordered his employees to do as he was told: "Pack it up immediately after it's baked."

After saying that, his attitude was obviously a little unhappy: "Can you clear the table? We have to do hygiene."

"Why do you need to clear the table?" Brother Dazhi frowned, his face full of displeasure. "I just ordered five hundred skewers of kidneys. Do you want me to stand on the side of the road and jerk them off?"

"..."

The shop owner was furious and looked embarrassed: "I bought all the orders for you, so why bother? You guys have eaten thousands of dollars for this meal..."

Snapped!

Brother Dazhi casually took out a green Agricultural Bank of China card from his pocket and said loudly: "How many thousands? I can even afford ten thousand!"

The boss saw that these old gangsters were quite bloody, and was in a dilemma for a while. He looked at the military officials as if asking for help.

The stern officer who had taken out the card before stepped forward with sharp and calm eyes: "Give me a chance. Ye Shuai has been in a meeting all day and is hungry."

Hearing this, Brother Dazhi picked up a plate of pig's trotters with teeth marks all over the table and said domineeringly: "Take it over and let him chew it. Stand on the side of the road and chew it. Don't ruin my enjoyment of having a midnight snack."

Brother Dazhi said this.

The cold officers sitting on all sides suddenly stood up, with murderous intent, staring at Zhang Dazhi who was uttering arrogant words.

As long as Ye Shuai gives the order.

They can tear this old guy to pieces.

When Jiang Ling saw this, he sighed softly and put out the cigarette in his hand.

I told Brother Dazhi [-] times to go back to jail and stay there.

It must be a waste.

It has to be trusted.

Are you all right now?

Does it make people gag their faces?

Ye Zhengting stood on the roadside with a cigarette between his fingers, staring indifferently at the argument unfolding on the dining table.

He didn't move.

No order was given.

Just like Brother Dazhi just enjoyed being misunderstood and despised by others.

At this moment, Ye Zhengting also felt a different kind of joy.

20 years.

Since the last time we said goodbye, Ye Shuai and his former comrade who had spent 20 years in prison have been separated for 20 years.

So he was very elegant tonight, and he did not hesitate to use his privileges to create this situation tonight.

The cold officer walked up to Ye Zhengting, frowned and said, "Shuai Ye, he refuses to leave."

"Of course he refused to leave." Ye Zhengting flicked the ashes of his cigarette calmly. "In the past, in Beimang, no one dared to sit at the table without him."

The cold officer's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

Who is this old boy?

You used to be so cool in Beimang, why are you so frustrated now?

"But I just know that he doesn't want to leave." Ye Zhengting said every word. "I just drove him away."

"clear."

The cold officer heard this, his eyes darkened, and he strode towards Brother Dazhi's table.

"What do you understand?" Ye Zhengting opened his thin lips slightly and opened the eyes of the stern officer whose face was full of astonishment. "You finish singing the show by yourself, and I stand next to you and applaud you?"

The cold officer twitched his lips when he heard this.

But inside he was horrified.

How much hatred did this old guy have against Ye Shuai back then, so that he could not let go of Ye Shuai, who had always been so stable?

Ye Zhengting walked towards Brother Dazhi's table with a calm look on his face, showing no signs of any emotion.

But this pair of old Beimang comrades who ended up having a feud 20 years ago will not be able to easily overcome each other when they meet again tonight.

Ye Zhengting walked over, casually pulled up a chair and sat at the next table.

As soon as he sat down, all the ruthless officers also sat down.

But no one dared to sit at the same table as Ye Zhengting.

He eats late-night snacks and really doesn't share the table.

"My wife had her leg broken tonight." Ye Zhengting poured himself a glass of beer and took a sip. "The doctor said that it can take anywhere from three to five months to three to five years. If you want to stand up, you have to have perseverance."

"Why didn't you send a few more people to follow?" Brother Dazhi frowned. "With your wife being such a bitch, can you safely let her go out on her own? Or..."

Brother Dazhi's eyes darkened, and he narrowed his eyes and asked: "You have been promoted and made a fortune, so you are looking forward to the death of your wife?"

pat.

The wine glass in Ye Zhengting's hand was crushed on the spot.

He shook off the wine stains in his hand, took the tissue handed by his subordinates, wiped it, and said calmly: "Your son sent someone to beat him."

Brother Dazhi frowned and said, "We have found the mastermind behind this. Why are you coming to me for this? You go find him."

"He is my son, not your son. Why are you hesitating?"

Ye Zhengting finished wiping his hands, poured himself another glass of beer, took a sip, and glanced at Brother Dazhi sharply: "Can I pick the soft persimmon?"

bang.

The wine glass in Brother Dazhi's hand also exploded.