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Chapter 37 Chicken Oil Yellow Emerald

Yu Dahai, the manager, knows every customer like the back of his hand, so he knows that this matter is not easy to solve. The boy can't be offended, and neither can Qiao Shengnan.

If it was a general conflict, it would be fine to find someone with status to mediate it; but when it came to the point of using knives and guns, they would not be eligible to join the club, and could only pray that no one would die.Of course, there is still a need to persuade, but how to persuade and to what extent depends on the level of the manager.

Yu Dahai bit the bullet and shouted: "Stop, I'm calling the police!" At the same time, he beckoned to let his security guards separate the fighting parties.

The security guards in the clubhouse are veterans, not to mention their quality, they rushed up and separated Han Zhenyang from Xiaobailian's subordinates.Of course, the main reason is that Han Zhenyang doesn't want to fight anymore. He just had an attack, mainly to express his position, to tell the little boy that Han Zhenyang is not a soft persimmon to be kneaded by others. If the goal is achieved, it will be boring to fight again. .

As for Xiaobailian and his subordinates, they were timid. They had never seen Han Zhenyang so capable of fighting. His desperate energy was like a wild beast, as fierce as he wanted.Thinking of a group of them being chased around by Han Zhenyang alone, they were all ashamed.

On the contrary, he doesn't care about Yu Dahai and these security guards. What is the identity of the Zhang family, how can they take the manager of a mere club seriously?
Sure enough, Xiaobailian covered his bloody nose and pointed at Yu Dahai and yelled, "Get out, what the hell are you doing? How dare you threaten me? You can call the police."

Before Yu Dahai could speak, Han Zhenyang smiled, "I used to hear that the Zhang family is very prestigious, but now I have seen it, and they are just bullying ordinary people like us who have no identity and only an ID card. Hehe, it's okay to vent on the experience of a restaurant." What are you capable of? Come on, come on, try yelling at me a few times."

"You—" Xiaobailian opened his mouth to scold, but stopped as soon as he opened his mouth, because he suddenly realized that Han Zhenyang is not a soft persimmon that can be kneaded at will, and it would be fun to scold him in front of his face, but Han Zhenyang will probably beat him a few times big mouth.He didn't want to take such an inexplicable immediate loss, leaving here, there are plenty of ways to deal with this little hanging silk.

Thinking of this, he said bitterly: "Han Zhenyang, right? I remember you. Just wait. If I don't kill your whole family, your surname will not be Zhang."

Why are there just a few words repeated over and over again?Sun Yuming said so, He Zhian said so, and now this little boy surnamed Zhang is still saying that, it is really not creative at all.Han Zhenyang slandered, but he refused to show weakness. He was about to say a few words of sarcasm when he heard someone outside laughing, "Zhang Yaohui, you are quite capable. You want to kill my whole family? Try it out and see who goes first." Kill anyone's family."

"Brother Qianjun?" Han Zhenyang grinned.

Zhang Yaohui's complexion changed, "He Qianjun?" Then he said sternly, "He Qianjun, it's none of your business here."

"Who said it's nothing to do with me?" He Qianjun walked up to Han Zhenyang with a smile, looked at Han Zhenyang with a smile for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, your skills are really good, and you didn't embarrass our family."

"Hey hey, it's just brute force," Han Zhenyang scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, what kind of skill is he?He just bullies people by relying on his strength and quick reaction. If we really want to talk about skills, any kid who has practiced for a few days can crush him. He can write and draw, but he has never practiced martial arts.

"In ancient times, you were the super fierce general who took the head of a general among millions of troops," He Qianjun joked with a smile. It was not funny, but he clearly told everyone at the scene that he had a very good relationship with Han Zhenyang.

Those who knew He Qianjun were curious and speculated about Han Zhenyang's identity, and it must be unusual for someone who could make He Qianjun stand up for him.Some people were even secretly thinking about how to get close to Han Zhenyang, because they couldn't get along with He Qianjun's line, so they could only save the country and find a way from He Qianjun's friends.

If they knew that Han Zhenyang had known He Qianjun less than five days ago, he would probably vomit blood and die.When did He Qianjun become so easy to talk to, that he would actually give a scene to a stranger he had only known for a few days?

As for the "our family" that He Qianjun said, everyone automatically ignored it, thinking that it was He Qianjun who said that in response to Zhang Yaohui's words just now.Because Han Zhenyang's surname is Han, and He Qianjun's surname is He, these are two surnames that can't be matched, especially in the He family, there is no surname Han among the distant and close relatives.

Han Zhenyang thinks so too.

Zhang Yaohui also thinks so.

But no matter what he thought the facts were, no one dared to question what He Qianjun said, let alone refute it.Zhang Yaohui's face was as ugly as eating fly droppings, and he forced out a false smile, "He Qianjun, do you have to protect this stinky hanging silk?"

He Qianjun ignored Zhang Yaohui, but looked at Han Zhenyang with a smile, "Brother, what is the best way to deal with a stinking garbage?"

"Smash his mouth so that he can't open it again," Han Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders lightly, as if joking, but before the words fell, he jumped at Zhang Yaohui and slapped him round. , "Pa--", Zhang Yaohui made several laps on the spot, and sat on the ground with straight eyes.

At the same time, He Qianjun also rushed up, raised his foot, kicked Zhang Yaohui to the ground, stomped and kicked, and cursed at the same time: "Idiot, let you destroy my whole family, let you destroy my whole family, come on!" Ah, I'll give you a chance, rubbish, bastard, things like shit dare to put on a show in front of me, idiot—"

No one expected that He Qianjun, who was always smiling, had such a side, and he was so shocked that he was at a loss.Qiao Shengnan, who was originally ashen-faced, opened his mouth in astonishment. Is this still the gentle but arrogant He Qianjun in her impression?When this matter spreads to the capital, it is estimated that a large number of people will be stunned.

Han Zhenyang and He Qianjun didn't realize this either, they beat Zhang Yaohui who was curled up on the floor until he fainted, and then stopped.

"Hahaha, it's cool, it's so fucking cool," He Qianjun laughed with his arms around Han Zhenyang's shoulders, then pointed at Zhang Yaohui's subordinates and shouted loudly: "Take your master and get out, tell Zhang, and let me If I come across this garbage, I will kill him."

Although the group of strong men didn't know He Qianjun's identity, but even Zhang Yaohui was so afraid, they naturally didn't dare to talk too much, and quickly left with Zhang Yaohui who was twitching.

At this moment, Yu Dahai quickly came over, "Mr. He, thank you, if you show up in time, the consequences of the matter may be unpredictable."

"You're welcome," He Qianjun returned to his usual easy-going manner, and waved his hands with a smile, "Make another table, I want to have a good drink with my brother, by the way, I remember you have a jar of old daughter Hong here , take it out."

"Okay, okay, please come with me. Fanghua Garden is still empty. It's spacious and has a good view," Yu Haihai nodded quickly. He Qianjun is a distinguished guest that their clubhouse can't even invite, let alone an altar The 50-year-old Daughter Hong is not as good as He Qianjun's praise even if it is a century-old and a thousand-year-old. Being able to serve He Qianjun happily is worth more than how much money he makes.

Fanghua Garden is a separate small courtyard. The scenery is really good. The color of the scenery is warmer. Waiting on the sidelines.

Han Zhenyang was not used to this battle, so he waved his hand to let the waiter leave, and then asked He Qianjun in a low voice, "Brother Qianjun, what is the origin of that Zhang Yaohui?"

"Hehe, the one in the Shanghai stock market has a good family background, and the family business is quite big. A few years ago, he went to the United States to hang around because of a vicious case. He just came back recently. There is an older brother who is in politics. He is the executive deputy mayor in his early thirties. The boss, the political star, the kind who can enter the ministry without accident." He Qianjun patted Han Zhenyang on the shoulder with a smile, "Don't worry, they won't make any trouble." Han Zhenyang smiled bitterly to himself. In front of the army, no matter how awesome a family or individual is, they are all paper tigers.But he himself is just a commoner, and any cat or dog that jumps out at random is a giant, and it can bring him a lot of trouble, and if he is a little careless, he may be destroyed.

But he didn't cry in front of He Qianjun, but just smiled, "Thanks to Brother Qianjun helping me back up, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do well today."

"Don't talk about this, don't talk about this, come here, try the bean curd buns here, the taste is very authentic, and it tastes very good," He Qianjun laughed, leaving the matter behind, and introduced here delicious.

Just after eating, Yu Dahai knocked on the door and entered, and said with a smile, "Mr. He, Zhang Yaohui left a rough emerald stone when he left. What do you think about it?"

Rough stone?Han Zhenyang's eyes lit up, "Is it a piece of semi-blocking material that has been wiped out with yellow mist?"

"That's right, there are still a few moss ideas in the yellow mist," Yu Dahai nodded hastily.

"Brother Qianjun, what should we do? Hehe, that's a good piece of material."

"This is a trophy, a trophy, do you understand?" He Qianjun's eyes lit up, emphasizing that it was a trophy.

So, Yu Dahai understood, and immediately arranged for someone to put the 800-jin piece of material into Fanghua Garden, and asked with a smile: "Mr. He, do you want to cut stones? We have a full set of hand-held cutting equipment here. "

"Cut, of course." He Qianjun nodded excitedly. He didn't care about money, but he was very interested in jadeite. When Han Zhenyang said it was a good piece of material, he couldn't bear it anymore.

The material weighing more than 800 kilograms is considered a Big Mac. Han Zhenyang and He Qianjun each carried a hand-held cutting machine, and like two chainsaw killers, they started at the rough jade stone lying on the ground, according to Han Zhenyang's previous drawing. Cut off the good cutting line, and cut off a piece from the left and right sides, revealing pieces of yellow and clear jadeite.

“Excellent Chicken Oil Yellow!”

Qiao Shengnan and Xu Jiaying on the side exclaimed in unison.

(End of this chapter)