In the private room, the door was closed.

Zheng Yue stood aside with anger, staring at him viciously. He was pushed so hard that he didn't react at all, and he didn't know what was going on. But now thinking about it, that picture must be very funny, he was that clown!

Zheng Haiming's face gradually became gloomy, his lips were closed, and he didn't say a word.

The momentum gradually climbed to the peak, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees, which made people shudder.

It has to be admitted that Zheng Haiming's assets are not ranked as a noun in China, but his reputation and ability have reached its peak in the investment circle. The momentum brewing of this identity is even more harsh than the bosses of so-called listed companies. Ordinary people will be scared and tremble when standing in front of them.

But Shang Yang is just a non-rules guy.

Have the confidence of a northern consortium.

He can also look at the black suit in front of him in slippers and not be at a disadvantage.

The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds.

"You are irritating me!"

Zheng Haiming spoke coldly, then slowly turned his head, looked through the glass and saw on the stage: "The consequences of angering me are very serious. Shang Yang, don't think about yourself, but also think about the people around you!"

The meaning is very obvious, it is Li Long on the stage.

Shang Yang walked to his side in two steps, stood parallel to him at the window, and said with a smile: "I have heard that Mr. Zheng likes wrestling very much, but I didn't expect that I have reached the level of fascination. I used to be a boxer, not a wrestler, but since Mr. Zheng likes it, I will practice with you and discuss it!"

As Shang Yang spoke, he raised his hand and put it on Zheng Haiming's shoulder, as relaxed as if he was hugging Li Nian.

Zheng Haiming's whole body tightened and he couldn't help but get goose bumps. He had not been put on his shoulders for most of his life, especially when he was put on a man!

There is anger with humiliation.

Gripping his teeth and not opening his mouth.

Shang Yang put his head to his face and pointed his other hand at the stage: "Mr. Zheng, I am a beginner in wrestling. You can analyze it from a professional perspective. Who can win? Or is it so good to play?"

A tone that is very curious.

Not only did Zheng Haiming not feel his sincerity, but instead trembled his nose and did not let him take his arm down, because he was just right, and he said without blinking: "Li Long will lose, he will lose miserably, and he will even lose the ability to continue to survive!"

Shang Yang also looked at it when he heard this.

The wrestling on the stage continued. The unicorn relied on his fat and huge body to rush around, leaving no armor everywhere he went, while Li Long was a loach who could easily avoid the attack every time and gave the unicorn an irrelevant blow.

The fight is really not gorgeous. At least to outsiders, it looks more like a game between eagles and chicks, but Shang Yang knows that it is irritating unicorns and consuming unicorns.

When this behemoth is exhausted, it is the beginning of a counterattack.

Others don’t know Li Long’s strength, Shang Yang knows it very well. It’s not that everyone is trapped in the mountains for generations and has been responsible for guarding the tomb. What’s more, the man in official uniform was also brought down by Li Long in the end? It’s just that there are too many of them.

"How about we bet?"

Shang Yang was not angry, very leisurely: "If Li Long loses, I will naturally take revenge as his brother. This unicorn has been fighting for so long, and fighting with him is a bit bullying, so I will fight with... your son!"

"How is it? It's more exciting to have your own relatives to participate..."

"you!"

Zheng Haiming couldn't control himself, turned his head and was vicious

He stared at him fiercely, and fighting with his son was obviously bullying, just finding a reason to bully him.

"Don't be excited, I haven't finished speaking yet, what if Li Long wins?"

Shang Yang said calmly: "If Li Long wins, it proves that the unicorn is not capable enough. His height of more than two meters is just scary and is not worth my action at all, so we need to challenge higher-level ones, such as... you, Li Long wins, how about I fight with you? Is it fair?"

Zheng Haiming gasped violently by his smiley tone.

Who are you?

Domestic investment tycoons have even written the process of investing in short videos into textbooks, becoming a must-teller case in economics in colleges. They are really good at talking and laughing, but they are not in contact with each other. How can they communicate with such a rude person?

He said angrily: "Pick your dirty hands away, otherwise you will be unable to eat and take care of them. Shang Yang, don't think that you can do whatever you want by becoming famous in the north. It really annoys me, and it's okay to destroy you!"

He said it seriously, harshly and confidently.

However, it was not so angry that it was deterrent.

He just finished speaking.

Shang Yang suddenly used force in his hand and hugged Zheng Haiming hard towards him. In fact, it was not accurate to say that hugging was probably to clamp it with his armpits and pinch Zheng Haiming's neck, and then strangle the person to death.

He stood up straight and had no expression on his face, but Zheng Haiming stuck out his body and grabbed Shang Yang's arm with both hands, trying to break free from this awkward posture. He used all his strength, but found that the arm was like a weld and could not be shaken at all.

"Let me go, quickly loosen!"

The blood vessels on Zheng Haiming's forehead were already protruding, which was humiliating, a great humiliation.

Shang Yang didn't look at him at all, and looked at the stage and said, "Don't struggle, it's useless. Since we have to bet, we need to have rules. I am a good person who is willing to accept the loss. I am just worried that you will not admit it and have this bad decision. I am a little wronged, sorry."

In his eyes, he is worthless.

But he is not a big shot in his eyes.

If he really has the ability to shake himself, he can only hold on. The bubbles on his feet are all made by himself. If he takes a step back, he can be beaten to death but not scared to death.

If it is your own business, you can pay attention to strategy.

Since it involves Mr. Shi and Li Long's hatred, it is better to do it correctly and make the brothers feel disappointed and they are destined to go far.

"You...you...you..."

Zheng Haiming was so angry that he had been completely spoken by the method.

He likes wrestling after all, and knows how to resist. He waved his fist and smashed it violently on Shang Yang's stomach.

"Bang bang bang"

After hitting it for more than ten consecutive times, Shang Yang did not move. He could only confirm one truth: it was very flexible!

"Shang Yang, let go of me. Can we say something well? We can talk about it, and we can talk about any issues!"

This posture was too uncomfortable and made him nervous. Since he couldn't resist, he had to negotiate. As long as he stood up, he would talk about what happened next.

"No, watch the game..."

Shang Yang's response was extremely concise and plain.

Zheng Haiming's whole body began to tremble, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry.

At this time.

Zheng Yue, who was standing behind him, finally spoke: "Let go of my father!"

I was holding a fruit knife in my hand, which was used to cut fruits in the private room. My eyes were full of red blood and my face was swollen/red. I stood there like a piece of steel, which was more similar to transformation.

Shang Yang turned his head and turned Zheng Haiming for a while.

Seeing Zheng Yue's condition was amused, he pointed to his chest and said, "Push it!"

"Forcing me, you're forcing me!"

Zheng Yue raised his knife: "I didn't want to play too much, so it's normal for everyone to play, but now you are seeking death by yourself, don't blame me!"

A fruit knife gave him great confidence.

"I don't blame you, come on."

Shang Yang chuckled and spoke.

This smile made Zheng Yue angry. He had already used the knife. He dared to look so contemptuous. He howled and rushed over quickly: "Do you think I dare not stab you!"

While speaking, he had already arrived in front of Shang Yang.

It’s the first time I can see his posture and speed of holding the knife.

Shang Yang had quick eyes and quick hands, and his body was calmly avoiding the side. He moved very quickly. Zheng Haiming, who was clamped under his armpit, could not keep up. He felt that his neck was about to be pulled out of his chest, and it was difficult to stretch.

"Swish"

After Shang Yang avoided, he quickly took action to grab Zheng Yue's wrist. At the same time, he raised his knee and pushed Zheng Yue's waist. It would be a waste of one more move for such skills.

"Ouch..."

Zheng Yue's whole body was almost spasm, and his wrist, which was pinched by Shang Yang, became even more unconscious.

"Dang"

The fruit knife fell to the ground.

Before Zheng Yue could react, Shang Yang quickly raised his hand and hugged his neck, and suddenly squeezed it into his left armpit.

The speed was recovered too quickly, and Zheng Haiming was out of control. His neck, which had just been stretched, seemed to be stuffed into his chest.

At this point, Shang Yang had his father and son clamped his armpits, both of them sticking their butts, and looking from the front, it seemed that they had two heads growing horizontally.

"Don't worry, let's watch the game, the bet is still established. It depends on who I am fighting with you, cheering for their respective players."

Shang Yang adjusted his face to the front again and watched the game with great interest.

The father and son couldn't even see the front, not to mention watching the game. Shang Yang clamped the two of them and moved closer to the middle, so that the two of them were facing the side, with their heads gathering in front of their chests, and their foreheads were pressed together, trying to struggle, but they couldn't move.

Only to stand against each other.

"pretty!"
To be continued...