Talented Genius

More than a dozen black-clad hunks poured into the banquet venue with wreaths.

The white-flowered paper circles irritate people's eyes and beat the nerves of hundreds of people.

Especially on this red and festive occasion, the appearance of a batch of wreaths can be described as breaking the atmosphere in an instant, and everyone's happy mood instantly fell to the bottom.

Very uncomfortable.

The master of ceremonies, who was called the mourning dog, roared: "What are you doing?"

After the words fell, dozens of men left the banquet and looked at these people who gave the wreaths.

"Ding!"

At this time, the elevator opened with another crisp sound, and six people came out again. In the middle was a young man with a male chicken's head, a plaid shirt and pointed leather shoes.

The British style, just with his somewhat crowded features, makes people look very uncomfortable, like a clown.

After Ye Tianlong scanned this person, his eyes fell on an Oriental woman behind him, very petite and rarely docile, but with sharp eyes.

Not a simple person.

When Sanggou saw this person appear, his eyes instantly widened and roared: "Gao Shengjin? Are you **** making trouble again?"

"I heard that Ms. Jiang from Caoji Street was engaged, under the banner of Shendaomen, Gao Shengjin, the son of Santang, I would like to congratulate you."

The rooster head young man laughed wildly, and walked in swaggeringly: "Fourteen wreaths, a show of heart, please also Miss Jiang to accept it."

"Smile to your sister."

At this time, Jiang Ziran stood up suddenly, reached out his hand to grab a wine bottle, and slammed it on the wine table, cracking, revealing sharp glass thorns.

Afterwards, she rushed to the rostrum like a whirlwind, and pointed directly at Gao Shengjin with a broken wine bottle: "Good day, my mother, are you here to make trouble?"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

When Ye Tianlong was shocked by Jiang Ziran's sturdiness, Jiang Ziran's actions were like pouring a bowl of water into a boiling oil pan.

Following that, shouts and killings broke out, tables and chairs rolled, dishes collided, and the stairs made a tumultuous noise.

The mourning dog and the others also took Dali pills, grabbed the bottle, smashed it neatly, and shouted a swarm of bees.

A dozen chefs with big waists also appeared on the stairs, holding long and narrow meat cleavers, blocking the entrance and exit of the banquet.

At least thirty wine bottles and fifteen knives, if one stabbed together, Gao Shengjin's body would surely become a blood sieve in an instant.

That formation seemed to cut Gao Shengjin and the others thousands of times.

by!

This Caoji Street folk style is sturdy, Ye Tianlong is fortunate that he has lost Jiang Ziran's face, otherwise he will be hunted down a few streets.

Jiang's mother seemed to find Ye Tianlong's surprise, and helplessly tried to explain: "Eisen, Zi Ran is not like this usually, not like this."

Ye Tianlong nodded: "Auntie, I understand, I understand."

It's just that although his mouth responded, he was thinking about when to run away, and then he sent another message to Canshou, indicating that he didn't need to worry about himself.

"I thought that Miss Jiang finally found someone to marry, and she will be in a very good mood today, but she is still irritable and reckless as always."

Although being stared at by hundreds of people is under great pressure, Gao Shengjin can be regarded as a person who has seen wind and rain, and laughed at the wine bottle in front of him:

"It's impolite to welcome me in such a great day, invite me to drink, and hold the knife and bottle against me like this."

Jiang Ziran scolded mercilessly: "Lost your uncle."

"My lady is happy day, you give me 14 **** wreaths. It's not bad if I don't kill you with a knife, but also etiquette?"

She raised her eyebrows: "I'm telling you, I'm very angry now. If you don't give me an explanation for today's affairs, I will stabb you all."

The lost dog and they roared together: "Stoke them, stoke them."

The momentum was huge and overwhelming, causing a dozen black-clad hunks to change their faces and subconsciously approach each other.

The sturdy folk customs of Caoji Street is not a day or two. At least 50 brothers capsized here before and after. It is not a gang, but better than a gang.

"Explain? What explanation?"

Hearing Jiang Ziran's words, Gao Shengjin laughed wildly: "If you want to confess, it is Miss Jiang who confessed to me."

"The property rights of these two streets have long been the gate of our magic sword. You should have gone half a year ago, but you have nailed it to the present with a group of rogues."

He looked grim: "You have caused us to lose tens of millions. Who will give me this confession?"

The mourning dog raised his neck: "You said that the property rights are yours. When will we agree to sell these two streets to you?"

"Don't fool me."

Gao Shengjin sneered: "Cun Chief Huang signed a sales contract with us last year and sold the entire property rights of 2 billion to our Magic Sword Company."

"The village chief sold it to you, you go find him to go."

Jiang Ziran said coldly: "I tell you, the village chief has only 30% of the property rights in these two half streets, and the remaining 70% are all neighborhoods."

"He can sell half of his street, but he doesn't have the right to sell two of our streets. If you are cheated by him, you can ask him for it. It has nothing to do with us."

The lost dogs also said: "That is, you go to the village chief Huang."

"Don't talk about these scraps."

Gao Shengjin is very strong: "The entire property right not only has the seal of the village chief, but also the signatures of your 14 owners. You can't deny it."

Jiang Ziran sneered: "No one of us signed it, 100% of it was forged by the village chief. Your Magic Sword Company is upset, even if you go to court."

"Sue to court?"

Gao Shengjin pulled off a collar and shouted: "Cun Chief Huang doesn't know where he is going. It hasn't been three or five years since he went to the court."

"Our boss has already suspected that this is the bureau set up by you and the village chief, so we have to decide on these two streets."

Jiang Ziran snorted: "I still suspect that you are messing with the village chief Huang."

"We have no time to play games with you."

Gao Shengjin gave a weird smile: "I will ask you today, do you want to get out or not?"

Jiang Ziran straightened up: "Don't be foolish."

"Then you don't get out?"

In Ye Tianlong's vision, Gao Shengjin's smile became fierce: "If you don't get out, this wreath will be the right one."

"Wow!"

When the voice fell, the Dongyang woman behind him rushed out, kicked out at a very fast speed, and kicked Jiang Ziran's wine bottle away with a snap.

Then, she pressed her toes again and pointed to Jiang Ziran's chest.

Jiang Ziran didn't expect that she would make a sudden move at first, so one was accidentally kicked off the bottle, and then quickly reacted with a soft drink.

Wrong hands.

"boom!"

Jiang Ziran blocked the Dongyang woman's foot, but a brute force surged in. She withdrew a few meters back and dropped to the rostrum.

Dozens of neighbours stepped forward to prepare for war.

The Dongyang woman also stepped back, but quickly stabilized her body, then sneered and gave Jiang Ziran and the others a thumbs up.

reverse.

Naked provocation.