we are bad boys

Bi Ziwen, who was sitting in the Bentley, called three times in a row, but the call was still not connected. He gritted his teeth, leaned back on the seat tiredly, and said nothing...

"Beep ring!!"

The phone rang again. Bi Ziwen turned on the phone anxiously and saw that it was Liu Laojiu's number. He frowned and connected the phone slowly: "Hello?"

"Brother Wen... Wen... Brother?" Liu Laojiu is born with a humble mentality. He can play rogue and shameless with Fan Minqing, but when he meets someone like Bi Ziwen, he will instinctively get nervous...

"What's the matter?" Bi Ziwen asked in a toneless voice.

"Brother Wen...the factory manager couldn't get through...that's why I called you...!" Liu Laojiu hurriedly explained that he was afraid that the factory manager would misunderstand him, so he contacted Bi Ziwen privately through the pot on the kang.

"His phone may never get through...!" Bi Ziwen sighed and said slowly.

"What do you mean?" Liu Laojiu asked weakly.

"He went to Zhejiang to deal with some matters. If there is anything in the future, please call me!" Bi Ziwen rubbed his temples and said casually.

"...Then what can I say?"

"Don't tell me, I have to wait for you to brew it for a few hours?? Hurry up!??" Bi Ziwen scolded irritably.

"Oh, that's right. Originally, I wanted to squeeze out Huiyuan next to me this year, and the Land Bureau also said hello, but I didn't expect that Fan Minqing didn't know who to trust. He met the boss of Caesar. Just yesterday, he asked me A few friends fought!" Liu Laojiu didn't dare to ink, so he said something quickly.

"What did you say?? That jb Fan Heqing, who did you find?" Bi Ziwen froze for a moment, raised his voice, and asked with a frown.

"Caesar's boss??"

"Are you sure?" Bi Ziwen asked again.

"Well, sure, what's the matter?" Liu Laojiu asked in confusion.

"...It's nothing!" Bi Ziwen was silent, and said something lightly.

"Then what's going on here? Look?..." Liu Laojiu asked tentatively.

"You're so fucking stupid!! He's already fucking your wife, and you're still standing on the kang, handing him a tissue!?? If he beats you, why don't you beat him?? It's fucking useless What did I say?" Bi Ziwen got angry from nowhere, and cursed a little out of composure.

"..." Liu Laojiu listened to the phone without daring to speak.

"Okay, that's it!" Bi Ziwen hung up the phone directly, leaned against the seat again, and lay down.

……

Five minutes later, the Bentley was still parked downstairs in Qingshi Hi-Tech. Inside the luxurious car, there was complete silence. Bi Ziwen raised his head, lay on the seat, sighed, and said lightly: "I'm so out of control...! "

"Wang Baishi, still haven't seen you?" The driver was silent for a while after hearing Ziwen's words, and asked slowly.

"For a month, I ran here like a dog, wagging my tail every day, but Wang Baishi would rather throw away a stinky bone than give it to me... Haha!" Bi Ziwen looked out of the car window with red eyes, looking Dozens of high-rise skyscrapers, and the busy crowd in the hall, were silent for a long time, and slowly said: "No matter how good Beijing is...it's not home!!"

"Do you want to go back?" the driver asked again.

"Hehe, Meng Fei has started grabbing food from my bowl. If you don't go back, you won't be able to get the shares in Beijing. People in Shenyang, if you forget about me, what should I do? Starve to death?" Bi Ziwen blinked, Said slowly.

"... Conflict of interests, to the point of directly confronting Meng Fei?" Although the driver's tone was questioning, the implication was persuasion.

"Didn't you see it? Caesar's stall is getting bigger and bigger, and it has started to diversify. Although it is our old way, within a year, Meng Fei's wallet will be as thick as yours and mine. When there is a conflict of interest again, do you think Meng Fei is the parent who spoils the child??" Bi Ziwen gritted his teeth and said.

"Are you ready?" The driver frowned and asked a little worriedly.

"Hehe, I, Bi Ziwen, have grown from nothing to a net worth of hundreds of millions. Don't I have the foresight?? In fact, a month ago, I knew that I would not be able to get shares with Wang Baishi...!" Bi Ziwen Said something self-deprecating.

"So? Are you ready??"

"Tomorrow, clear up the companies in your hands, pack up your things, and go home!!" Bi Ziwen babbled, but said nothing.

The driver nodded in silence for a long time, stopped talking, and drove away.

……

At 08:30 in the evening, the party of the Municipal Bureau ended, and I, Guan Yu, Director He of the Municipal Bureau, a political commissar, two deputy directors, and two directors of the police station went to the delicious restaurant in the world to prepare a simple meal a potluck.

In the car, I acted as the driver, driving the Land Rover, pulling Director He and Guan Yu along the street.

"Xiao Meng, I have to represent the Municipal Bureau, thank you for the venue provided by your company, and the warm hospitality!" I am most annoyed to deal with people like Director He, who always talk without point, there are only three fucking people in the car, you are acting For whom! !

"Where, since we have this condition, it is right to do a little bit for these hard-working public security officers in the city!" I said with a smile and nodded.

Director He looked around the car while listening to my words, then patted the leather seat, smiled and asked, "Xiao Meng? What kind of car is this?"

I was taken aback when I heard Director He's words, then immediately said with a smile: "Land Rover!"

"Isn't this car expensive? How much is it?" Director He asked casually again.

"More than 60 yuan!" I laughed a little awkwardly.

"It's so expensive?? Tsk tsk... Seeing that there is no Xiaoguan, it's better to be a businessman. When will this civil servant be able to drive a car worth 60 yuan?? Even the mayor's public car is only an A6." !" Director He looked at Guan Yu with a smile and said.

I was silent again, and I already understood in my heart the meaning of Director He's two words.

"Hehe, Uncle He, it's not as old as 60s. Anyone who hasn't graduated from junior high school can become a millionaire. While the country is developing, all the markets are close to saturation. It's not so easy to do business!! You have to think about it Public opinion, employees, company development, and future planning must also be taken into consideration, and if you drive a 60 car, you have to worry about [-] yuan, so there is nothing to say!" Guan Yu interjected and began to talk to each other.

"Hey, what's your relationship with Xiaomeng?" Director He nodded and asked with interest.

Guan Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Are you friends? What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's a friend!! No wonder, you know how intolerable he is in business, and those of us who don't know, don't know, and think he makes money easily, haha!" Director He said casually , no longer speak.

Guan Yu was stunned and remained silent after hearing this. He understands, and I understand too. In fact, what Director He meant was that what you Caesar did may not be serious, or how bad it may be, but the citizens don’t know it. ! !Ordinary people don't know either! !

In their impression, those who work in entertainment venues must be running illegal projects, and you Meng Fei, twenty years old, driving a car worth 60 yuan, is telling others that you are fucking rich, and Not on the right track...

I was driving in front of the car, recalling Director He's words in my heart, nodded, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Uncle He!"

"Hehe, I just like to chatter...!" Director He nodded with a smile, and still said something casually.