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

"General Zhang!"

Xia Chu frowned, walked towards Zhang Ruoyu calmly, and said in a low voice: "If you want to chat like this, then I will go straight to the point!"

After that, Xia Chu approached Zhang Ruoyu again and said in a voice that only the other two could hear: "Give me some thin noodles, don't hit me, it's all gone..."

Zhang Ruoyu had a sullen face, kicked Xia Hou in the stomach, threw a cigarette into his mouth, and made no sound.

"General Zhang!"

Xia Chu suddenly raised his voice, it was sharp and chilling.

The hearts of everyone present were in their throats.

But the next moment, Xia Chu said in a voice that only the other two could hear: "Don't force me to beg you!"

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xia Chu coldly: "What were you doing earlier?"

"I didn't know he wanted to escape from prison!"

"I never thought that none of those old dogs would reveal your identity to them!"

"What level am I? I wrote all the copywriting for your fake death. Can I tell you? What do you think of me after I told you?"

"Besides, even if I said it, what idea would he have? A few days ago, I told my ten-year-old granddaughter that my grandfather's favorite legendary superstar is called Teresa Teng. She opened her mouth and asked me what Xiao Deng does and which live broadcast room he sells in. goods?"

"Xiao Zhang, if you haven't experienced this before, it's useless no matter how much I explain."

"Just like I'm telling you now, my brother's status in the military during his peak period was no less than yours. Many big guys called him brothers. Even your father was a close friend of him. Do you believe it? Can you take over? "

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xia Hou, who was beaten to death, frowned and said, "You said that to protect him, right?"

"Look." Xia Chu spread his hands.

"If you weren't here to protect him," Zhang Ruoyu said with narrowed eyes. "So you're here to avenge him?"

"How is that possible?" Xia Chu asked in confusion. "If I really want to take revenge, will I come in person? What is my level? How many cannon fodder can I have in my hands?"

"General Zhang, you can question my character, but you cannot question my political methods." Xia Chu said angrily.

"Then what are you doing here?" Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.

"It's true." Xia Chu lowered his voice. "Brother, he grabbed me by the hair. If I don't come, he will report me. By then, I won't be able to clean myself up even if I jump into the Yellow River. If it's serious, it will affect my progress."

"Is there still progress?" Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xia Chu coldly and said meaningfully. "you are already awesome."

"What are these words?" Xia Chu asked displeasedly, as if his scales had been touched. "Progress is like sailing against the current. Live until you are old and progress until you are old. This is a matter of principle."

Seeing Xia Chu getting further and further away, Zhang Ruoyu interrupted the old official fan and said calmly: "It seems you don't care about your brother's life or death?"

"I care." Xia Chu expressed his stance immediately. "We are brothers whose blood is thicker than water. We are close relatives of flesh and blood. If he dies in your hands, why should those brothers who hang out with me be heartbroken? I can't even protect my brother. What do they think of me? It affects our unity too much."

"Grass."

Zhang Ruoyu finally couldn't help but curse.

It's so cool that brothers can calculate accounts in such detail.

Xia Chu didn't think so, and said calmly: "General Zhang, with your wisdom, it's impossible for you not to guess that he has someone behind him. Otherwise, how could he be so crazy?"

"It's even more impossible for you not to wonder why my brother Dazhi abandoned his wife and children, sacrificed his great future, and guarded my brother for twenty years."

"You can use your feet to figure out what's going on here, so I won't go into details."

Xia Chu said to himself, then changed the topic: "General Zhang, I'm going to let you spare my brother's life today. If I can be useful in the future, in one word, I will..."

"Did I say let your brother go?" Zhang Ruoyu interrupted Xia Chu.

"Don't be like this..." Xia Chu said cautiously. "You really have to let go. I can't step down unless you let me go. It's impossible for a sinful villain to affect our friendship, right?"

Seeing Zhang Xiangbei still hesitating.

Xia Chu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

"You know me, I can definitely do it!"

"Looking back, I can still create a character who cares about my brother without regard for dignity. I won't lose anything!"

Zhang Ruoyu glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brother Dazhi, who was peeping in the distance.

The old man was flirting with Xia Chu, making secret glances.

After a moment of silence, he said calmly: "This matter can be brought to an end."

"Good brother!" Xia Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lao Xia." Zhang Ruoyu threw a cigarette into his mouth, his eyes playing with the taste. "Brothers can play each other's sides and take sides? What are you trying to do?"

"I am patriotic."

Xia Chu said coldly: "Can't all the Xia family have animals? My mother, who is in her nineties, depends entirely on me to provide emotional value."

Finished chatting with Zhang Xiangbei.

Xia Chu led the crowd away with a big shot look on his face.

You know, seeing that he saved his brother's life.

For those who didn’t know, they thought he had wiped out the entire Beimang Tiantuan group in one fell swoop and returned home victorious.

As soon as he got in the car, Xia Chu took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to brother Dazhi, who was also from the Beimang clan: "Hurry up and pry open his mouth. It has only been a few months since I pretended to be a cousin in front of him. Even my brothers are disgusted."

"Look, I'm in a hurry." Brother Dazhi replied.

"After prying his mouth open, dig a hole and bury him on the spot. My mother prepared his burial place twenty years ago and is waiting to burn incense for him."

After reading WeChat, Dazhi looked back at Xia Chu, who was driving away in a car, and then at his son, who was standing in the crowd, as brave as a giant.

Compared with Mrs. Xia, Brother Dazhi was so happy that he wanted to cry.