Ode to Joy: Whoring with the Old Tan

What do you mean by a mouthful of blood stuck in your throat, unable to swallow or spit it out? It refers to Mr. Tang's current situation.

Chinese is broad and profound, but everything is back to basics.A real literary hero should be like Tan Zongming, who doesn’t need to quote classics, four or six parallel essays for a long essay, but only needs one sentence to confirm Xiao Tang’s ruthless, unreasonable and unreasonable tone.

I don't want to talk about it any more, because I was smoothed by the owner.To continue talking is to be proud of being favored.

Xiao Tang always understood at the moment of the calcium carbide fire——

"This is a trap." After the dinner, Mr. Tang came to Tan's study and leaned on the sofa, saying so.

Tan Zongming poured two glasses of red wine, and put one in front of Mr. Tang, with an expression of wishing to hear more about it.

"Your goal is not to cooperate with Meikai. Meikai's research and development is not irreproducible, and because of personal grievances, it is difficult to discuss cooperation. Even if the negotiation comes down, I don't know if I will cheat in the process. Instead, it is better to have another It’s easy to find a partner.” Mr. Tang stared at the red liquid in the spotless goblet motionlessly, and the White Horse Manor in 02 was exuding fragrance.

Tan Zongming took a sip of the red wine and nodded calmly and leisurely. He didn't know whether he was in favor of the wine or Mr. Tang.

"So, from the beginning to the end, your goal is," Mr. Tang raised his head and stared at Tan Baba, "me."

"Xiao Tang, why not tell me what I want to do." Tan Baba was as persuasive as a kindergarten teacher.

"I let you know that you were prostituted by me, and you have to let the whole of Shanghai know that I was taken care of by you." Mr. Tang who gave up on himself like a broken jar.

"clever."

The evaluation he got at this time was full of irony, and Xiao Tang, who was burning with anger, spent all his willpower to resist the urge to rush up and beat Tan Baba with a face full of flowers.I can't beat him, I can't beat him now, it's a pleasure to beat someone for a while, although it's not enough for the family crematorium, but with Tan Zongming's power in Shanghai, it's not a big deal to send him to the police station for ten days and a half months, the business will definitely be ruined, the old man knows , I can't escape a meal.

Or when Tan Zongming was placed on the order, he was covered with a sack and dragged into the alley, and he would be beaten as a high paraplegic and couldn't take care of himself.Do a good job of mental construction, Mr. Tang stood up suddenly, turned around and left.

"Wait," Tan Zongming suddenly called Mr. Tang to stop, "Xiao Tang is leaving?"

"Otherwise," Mr. Tang didn't turn his head, "is it still waiting for Mr. Tan to fire his gun to see him off?"

"After receiving the money but not delivering the goods, Xiao Tang's business is so good, he will definitely have a bright future in Shanghai in the future."

Mr. Tang turned his head suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Tan Zongming is not Mr. Tang's favorite. Mr. Tang's criteria for choosing friends is young, handsome and energetic.Although Tan Zongming was tall and handsome, he couldn't be called a young fresh meat at this age, at best he was a piece of old bacon.

But when Mr. Tang turned his head suddenly, he saw the old bacon flipping his collar, revealing the strong trapezius muscles that slid down from his neck to his shoulders. Mr. Tang, who had been a vegetarian for too long, couldn't help but think of the ridiculous nights after he was drunk. Suddenly his mouth was dry, and he couldn't help swallowing hard.

Meeting Mr. Tang's eyes, Tan Zongming smiled silently, with a deep meaning.

If Xiaoxiang Red Sleeve April Sky is used, it should be Tan Baba's sharp-edged mouth with a perfect arc, which is captivating and charming.

But this is Jinjiang, so Tan Zongming just smiled, with a strong aura, but a kind attitude, which was meaningful and even a little calm and upright.

Mr. Tang suddenly picked up the wine glass that had been neglected for a long time and drank it down. The empty glass was put back on the coffee table and made a loud bang: "Is it okay to keep it? OK!"