"Wang Shanlong, don't fucking you call me if you have anything to do and ask me to wipe your butt! Do you know that in a tense time, you will kill me like this!"

A dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the phone, with a irritable temper.

However, Wang Shanlong, who is worth hundreds of millions, has no intention of getting angry at all. He said flatteringly: "Brother Song, something happened. I have to rely on you, Brother Song."

Song Yue is Wang Shanlong's backer in Shangjiang City.

He was able to get to this point today, because he could not do without Song Yue's help and support.

Of course, there will be no less filial piety every year.

However, in recent special periods, Song Yue particularly emphasized that no matter how important it is, you cannot contact him.

Song Yue was on the bed at this moment, got up impatiently, put on reading glasses, and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Wang Shanlong is a good person and knows the rules. If he had no urgent matters, he wouldn't call himself if he had no urgent matters.

"Brother Song, there is something wrong with the company. There is a young man named Chen Ping who wants to buy our company and not sell it, so we will go bankrupt." Wang Shanlong said nervously.

"Wang Shanlong, you called so late to tell me about this? Are you drunk too much or have women sleeping too much? You have to report this little thing to me? You can handle it yourself!"

Song Yue was really angry. What was going on with this Wang Shanlong?

Are you old or confused?

What Chen Ping?

Bankruptcy?

Just kidding!

Wang Shanlong hurriedly said, "No, no, Brother Song, I really can't deal with this person."

Seeing Wang Shanlong stammering on the phone, Song Yue frowned, put on his coat and walked to the study room, and then asked, "Who can't do it?"

"Brother Song, do you know the Arc de Triomphe Group?" Wang Shanlong said.

"Isn't it the hotel group you invested in? It claims to have a market value of 20 billion yuan. What's wrong?"

"That Mr. Chen bought all its equity, 20 billion!"

Bought?

Two hundred billion!

Song Yue frowned and suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Why did he buy your company? Did he offend him?" Song Yue immediately figured it out.

The other party came in a fierce manner to buy a company under Wang Shanlong's name. If he didn't sell it, he would go bankrupt. This is obvious that he is making enemies.

Wang Shanlong stammered: "I don't know yet, but it seems that Weize and the other party are in conflict."

"Then why don't you go and have a look. You should apologize and apologize. Can you provoke such a person? Idiot!" Song Yue cursed and hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up, he stood in front of the window, smoking a cigarette, unable to calm down for a long time.

Then he called the secretary's number and said: "Check whether there is anyone named Chen Ping in Shangjiang City, as soon as possible."

Wang Shanlong didn't have time to delay, put on his clothes and left the hotel, drove straight to the Arc de Triomphe Hotel.

At the same time, Wang Weize was blocking Chen Ping and others, and said mockingly: "Chen Ping, as long as you kneel down and kowtow to me and call me Brother Ze, I will let you go today and not care about you. But if you are stubborn, I'm sorry, I don't have time to spend time with you!"

Wang Weize lost his patience, and he also wanted to meet the mysterious wealthy businessman who bought a hundred BMW motorcycles.

There is no time to spend on this idiot.

However, Chen Ping looked at him calmly and said, "What's the hurry? Your dad should be on the road."

"My dad? Are you fucking funny? Will my dad come over to you, a stinky loser? Why, you still want to say, my dad comes over to apologize to you?" Wang Weize sneered, "Don't you think it's the same as those idiot novel plots. My dad comes over to kowtow to you and asks you for forgiveness? Wake up, Chen Ping, can you stop teasing?"

Chen Ping did not answer and looked indifferently.

It was also at this time that a big horse quickly stopped in the hotel foyer!

Then, a middle-aged man ran down from the car slowly.

She was wearing a black shirt and white suit pants, gold-framed glasses, a broad belly with a briefcase, and a cold sweat on her forehead.

"Dad, why are you here?"

When Wang Weize saw the person coming, his face was stunned, and his heart was shocked.

As soon as Wang Shanlong entered the door, he glared at Wang Weize fiercely, and then didn't care about anything else. He hurriedly walked to Chen Ping, put his waist on his back and nodded and smiled, "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I'm late."

This scene really scared Wang Weize, Yuan Zhende, and a group of others.

This is Wang Shanlong, the director of Shangjiang Arc de Triomphe Hotel!

He now nodded and bent down to a young man, and his face was full of flattery.

This is simply shocking!

Especially Wang Weize, he was stunned at that time.

How could it be?

Chen Ping just nodded, looked at the time, and said calmly: "It's not too late, there are still twenty minutes left. I wonder what you are thinking about, Mr. Wang?"

Wang Shanlong naturally would not agree and smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, don't joke. My companies are all small businesses. No, they have been losing money in recent years. Selling them to you is cheating you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Weize rushed up angrily and shouted, "Dad, what are you doing? Why are you so polite to idiots? Mr. Chen, he is the loser who delivers takeaway! Did you recognize the wrong person?!"

Bang!

A crisp slap.

Wang Shanlong's eyes were wide open, his face was red, and he pointed at Wang Weize angrily and said, "Shut up! There is no place for you to speak here, get out of here!"

It’s all my fault for spoiling him so much that he developed his arrogant temper.

"Dad, you're crazy! Why are you hitting me?"

Wang Weize felt extremely aggrieved, turned his head and stared at Chen Ping resentfully, and shouted: "What the hell did you do? You are just a fool, why should my dad talk to you like this!"

Chen Ping didn't say anything.

Wang Shanlong took action first, then slapped him again, cursing: "Wang Weize, stop me! Why are you talking to Mr. Chen? Do you know that the places you are standing on are all Mr. Chen's! Arc de Triomphe Group is now an asset under Mr. Chen's name. Why don't you apologize to Mr. Chen quickly!"

Wang Weize was stunned.

Did Arc de Triomphe really become Chen Ping?

What is this going on?

"Sorry, Mr. Chen, I have no idea what to teach. I let the dog hit you. You said, just deal with it." Wang Shanlong knew that his attitude today determines his future life.

Chen Ping looked at Wang Weize, whose eyes were wandering and lost, and said, "No, your son and I are old classmates."

Old classmate?

Wang Shanlong was shocked and smiled hurriedly: "Hello, old classmate, Wei Ze is really lucky to be a classmate with someone like Mr. Chen."

The flattering words and the harsh flattering voice made Wang Weize feel uncomfortable.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Chen Ping is just a loser, how could he have the money to buy the Arc de Triomphe Group?

He doesn't believe it!

When he went to college, he was suppressed by Chen Ping.

Now, I was suppressed by Chen Ping again?

He is not convinced!

"Wang Weize, do you still remember what I told you just now? Life is still long, maybe whoever will be rich one day." Chen Ping smiled calmly.

Wang Weize was panicked, his steps were floating, and he stepped back repeatedly, fell to the ground, pointed at Chen Ping and shouted: "Impossible! You are a loser, you are not as good as me, Wang Weize!"

Chen Ping was too lazy to pay attention to him. He knew that Wang Weize was extremely imbalanced in his heart now.

What he thought was high and was instantly shattered, which was a big blow to him.

Turning his head and looking at Wang Shanlong, Chen Ping said: "Dr. Wang, you still have eight minutes to consider it clearly?"

Wang Shanlong's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a smile, and didn't dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He said, "Mr. Chen, you are not in accordance with the rules. Otherwise, I'll ask Weize to apologize to you."

"Why don't you apologize to Mr. Chen!" Wang Shanlong said angrily to the lost Wang Weize.

Wang Weize was confused and was pulled by Wang Shanlong to apologize to Chen Ping.

But Chen Ping said: "Dr. Wang, sorry, your son said before that if I could buy the Arc de Triomphe, he would kneel down and kowtow to me."

Wang Shanlong's mouth twitched, his eyes were chilling, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, there is no need to be so extreme in doing things, right? Even if Weize is doing something wrong, he doesn't need to humiliate him in public."

"That won't work, there's no reason. If I don't have the capital today, or have no money or power, he, Wang Weize, would definitely press my head and ask me to kowtow to him."

"Does the poor deserve to be bullied?"

"Does rich people have the right to humiliate others and insult others at will?"
To be continued...