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

Brother Dazhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at Brother Zhang, who was sitting alone in the back seat. He tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and asked, "I often see you scribbling and drawing in this notebook. What are you writing?"

"Nothing." Brother Zhang put away his notebook and tilted his head to light a cigarette. "Remember some names."

"Oh." Brother Dazhi exhaled thick smoke and asked abruptly. "Remember me?"

My son carries this notebook with him, it must be very important, and the names he remembers are all big shots.

Brother Dazhi wants to be number one on the list.

"With our relationship, we don't need to be so frivolous, right?"

Zhang Ruoyu said tactfully.

"You can't say that." Brother Dazhi frowned. "Friendship is friendship, and it should be taken seriously. It's not that dad is talking big. Just twenty years ago, whose name was Zhang Dazhi not in anyone's notebook?"

Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly: "Definitely next time."

Brother Dazhi snorted, curled his lips and said, "How about you go back to accompany Xuebao? I just accumulated some prestige in Beimang Courtyard. Once you leave, I have to start all over again."

"I just want to see if I want to steal your limelight." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke and said calmly. "Don't be stressed."

"Oh." Brother Dazhi shrugged and urged the driver. "Can you fucking hurry up? The bikes are ringing their bells for you!"

The new Beimang backbone wrote lightly: "Vice President Zhang, this car is President Zhang's special car. How to drive it and how fast it goes? It's not your turn to pick up a hitchhiker. If you want to go faster, just fly over." ”

Brother Dazhi became angry and slapped Guan Gan on the head: "The deputy can't fucking give you orders!?"

"It depends on who is upright." The new leader said calmly, still driving slowly.

Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth and closed his mouth.

He finally understood that these people from Beimang recognized Zhang Xiangbei and others loved him.

Brother Dazhi suddenly missed his Beimang career back then.

Those old buddies also listened to him.

The only difference is that Brother Dazhi wants face and follows the rules. Beimang listens to him, and he listens to others.

His son Zhang Xiangbei is not so focused on quality.

He doesn't listen to anyone, including his parents.

The special car drove into the wall.

Still in the square outside the wall, Beimang's driver frowned and said, "General, the atmosphere is not right."

"I've seen it a long time ago." Brother Dazhi sneered. "There is bound to be an undercurrent surging in this wall today."

The driver ignored Brother Dazhi and reported: "Even the guards have changed their faces."

"It seems that we are serious about it."

Brother Dazhi narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "Park the car on the side of the road, I will make a call to find out the situation."

The driver said nothing, looked at General Zhang's cold face, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed into the wall.

A push on the back almost knocked the phone out of Brother Dazhi's hand.

There was a strong sense of oppression in the front yard.

The backyard is even more filled with a chilling atmosphere.

When getting off the car, Brother Dazhi glanced at the guards waiting at the entrance of Beimang Court and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Aotian got into bad habits in the backyard. Unlike the Beimang driver who didn't give face to Brother Dazhi, he looked at Brother Dazhi with his left eye and General Zhang with his right eye. He managed his expression meticulously: "The superiors ordered a change of defense. Today, the guards of the entire three courtyards, All must be concentrated on training.”

"Cunning boss!" Brother Dazhi said in a cold tone. "They also replaced all my soldiers back then! They wanted to create an excuse!"

"Well, we didn't agree." Ye Aotian nodded slightly, looking at Zhang Xiangbei with one and a half eyes.

"You didn't agree, what did the superiors say?" Brother Dazhi looked worried.

It's not easy to talk to the boss.

Even though he didn't agree even though he was given orders, he was put on a hat and wearing small shoes every minute.

When Ye Aotian heard this, he grinned and looked at Zhang Xiangbei with both eyes. A familiar fire was burning in his body: "The superiors said that Beimang really has a personality."

"That's it?" Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth.

This was not the boss he was familiar with.

The boss has never been so easy to talk to before.

"It was also said above that the instructors in charge of the training camp are also from Beimang. We who are from Beimang can go or not," Ye Aotian explained.

"Ah?" Brother Dazhi glanced sideways at Zhang Xiangbei. "Beimang's hand reaches so far? Doesn't the superiors care?"

"Never mind." Ye Aotian straightened his back, his face full of arrogance. "But we just didn't listen."

Brother Dazhi took a breath and looked at the old-school Beimang backbone who were working steadily in the courtyard.

Occasionally, an old friend would greet Brother Dazhi with a smile, his eyes surprisingly calm.

"Brother Zhang!"

Shang Zhongtang walked quickly.

But Brother Dazhi reached into his pockets with both hands, lowered his head and fiddled with his toes.

He doesn't want to be a conspicuous person every day and act like Brother Zhang.

"Brother Zhang, let's go and kill one!" Shang Zhongtang put his arm around Brother Dazhi's shoulders and said excitedly.

"What's the situation, why are you still killing?" Brother Dazhi's face darkened. "No matter how big or small, big or small!"

"What's the situation? Isn't everything in the courtyard normal?" Shang Zhongtang dragged Dazhi brother to leave.

"You can smell blood! What's normal?" Brother Dazhi stamped his feet angrily.

These Beimang old men are really fucking embarrassing to themselves!

"Where's the smell of blood? That's Beimang's chef killing chickens!"