Chapter 205 Just say you are angry or not?

Author: Tai Chi Hands

Chapter 205 Just say you are angry or not?

Sangbo came in from Du Sheng and waited for him to speak first.

Once you speak first, it means your momentum is weaker.

But what he never expected was...

Du Sheng didn't even say a word of greetings when he came in, and immediately got angry!

Sangbo was furious, slapped the table and stood up:

"Dongguan boy, I'll attack you..."

However, before he could finish his words, Du Sheng violently grabbed the purple clay pot on the negotiating table and threw it at Sang Bo with his head.

The purple clay pot rubbed Sangbo's ear and hit the wall behind it, exploding with a loud bang. The scalding hot tea splashed all over Sangbo and all the other boys.

Du Sheng ignored the furious younger brother over there and pointed at Zangbo with a cold gaze:

"Who are you, your wife, qualified to sit on the throne of the emperor and talk to me?

Believe it or not, we don’t even have to talk tonight, I’ll just chop you to death, you idiot, and Xinji Longtou will have nothing to say?”

Sangbo's eyes were about to burst with rage, he was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot, and shouted:

"Xihu, call someone!"

He had been the speaker for so long, and he had never been pointed at or scolded by anyone, let alone had a teapot thrown in public.

This street kid is so arrogant, I simply don’t take him seriously!

Xu Yaode knew this would be the case, and sighed and advised:

"You two have something to talk about. Everything can be discussed. There is no need to get angry."

Wei Jixiang remained calm and winked at Yang Tian, ​​who was guarding the door.

Yang Tian had experienced this kind of negotiation several times and waved his hand outside.

In an instant, more than 30 subordinates outside the teahouse rushed in first, surrounding a dozen people including Sang Bo.

Outside the teahouse, two groups of people looked at each other angrily, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Dongguan boy, do you really think I'm scared?"

Sangbo sat motionless, pointed at Du Sheng angrily and shouted:

"I, Zangbo, am here today, so I'm not afraid of you playing tricks!"

Du Sheng regained his elegant and easy-going temperament, and it seemed that everything just now was just an illusion.

He straightened his clothes and pointed to the guest seat with an expressionless face:

"If you want to talk, then sit at the guest table and talk.

If you insist on sitting on the throne, no problem. Ji Xiang, ask Brother Kun for his number and call Xiang Wenlong, the leader of Xinji, and tell him that Sang Bo did not abide by the rules of the world during negotiations.

I helped him teach his little brother who didn’t know etiquette a lesson, and asked him to remember to give me a red envelope as a thank you gift.”

"Are you strong enough to hold me down with the faucet?"

Sangbo's face was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

What age are we in now, who cares about the shitty seat issue?

And negotiation is negotiation, who still abides by such ancient and outdated rules?

The reason why the other party clings to this is simply to gain a head start.

But now there is an uncle who knows the rules as a peacemaker, and the other party is shouting about destroying the emperor's throne, and there is absolutely nothing you can do against him.

Just say whether you are angry or not?

Du Sheng slowly lit a cigarette and glanced at Wei Jixiang who was about to go out:

"After making the phone call, I asked my men to take action and send these people to the streets as soon as possible to avoid being unable to attend the worship ceremony next year.

There are also items damaged in the teahouse, remember to send the bill to Xiang Wenlong."

Du Sheng didn't even look at the livid Sangbo, and nodded to Xu Yaode:

"Uncle De, the other party is not sincere in the negotiation. The settlement fee will be charged to me, and that's it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.

"Hey, why does it have to be like this?"

Xu Yaode has been the peacemaker so many times, but this time he is really in a dilemma.

He has seen people fall out on the spot, and he has also seen people make up in an instant, but he has never seen anyone like this.

But Xu Yaode didn't notice that Sangbo couldn't sit still.

Because no matter how outdated the rules of the world are, as long as the older generation has not died, they will still be rules.

Even if no one abides by it now, its treaty still hangs in the Dragon Hall.

Once Du Sheng walks out of the teahouse, there will be no good things waiting for Sang Bo.

Moreover, the other party can really attack in advance. When his subordinates rush in, he will have already gone down to sell salted duck eggs.

"You have the guts!"

Zangbo left the seat with angrily eyes, walked to the guest seats on both sides and sat down, shouting at Xu Yaode:

"Go and take the main seat and preside over the negotiations!"

Xu Yaode frowned, thinking that Xin Ji was so powerful that he was too lazy to vent his anger and called Du Sheng back to sit down again.

Du Sheng didn't embarrass him at all. He took his seat slowly with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Sang Bo opposite with a faint smile:

"Brother Bo, right? I just saw you sitting around bored, so I made a joke. You won't take it to heart, right?"

Without him, it’s just to mess with the other person’s mentality first.

"Boy, don't be arrogant, you will be hacked to death sooner or later."

Sangbo was extremely angry, veins popped out on his forehead, and he stared at Du Sheng:

"Dao Zaiqiang is my cousin's younger brother. Your horse boy Yang Tian accepted him indiscriminately. Is this a taboo?"

"How can I compare to you, Brother Bo, in terms of arrogance? After all, your boobs are much bigger than others, right?"

Du Sheng pointed at the fat on Sangbo's chest, which was bigger than a woman's, and said indifferently:

"As for Dao Zaiqiang, since you insist on saying that he is your cousin, then show the name list.

If there is his name on it, I will pour you tea and apologize without saying a word, and you can do whatever you want."

Sangbo slapped the table and became furious, saying:

"Can it be that I am a talker and still confuse right and wrong?"

Du Sheng took out a cigarette and lit it without any time, and said noncommittally:

"Do you know why I came to power so quickly?"

Sangbo frowned, wondering why the other party was talking about this.

Du Sheng leaned forward and raised his fingers at him.

Seeing that the other party was suddenly mysterious, Sangbo subconsciously leaned towards him and heard Du Sheng whisper:

"To tell you the truth, my dad has a younger brother named Xiang Wenlong, and I relied entirely on his support to rise to the top so quickly."

"What are you talking nonsense about?"

Sangbo stood up suddenly, pointing at Du Sheng's hand that was trembling.

"Since you said Dao Zaiqiang is yours, what's the problem if I say Xinji Longtou supports me?"

Du Sheng held a cigarette in his mouth and leaned lazily on the back chair:

"Everyone is just talking nonsense, wouldn't it be enough if you just open your mouth?"

Sangbo's body trembled slightly due to extreme anger, and he said with angry eyes and gnashing teeth:

"Do you know what it costs to slander someone?"

Du Sheng remained calm and composed, flicking the ashes from his cigarette:

"Then don't talk nonsense. You have to make people believe it and just show the roster."

"How can outsiders just look at the roster? Are you out of your mind or am I mad?"

Zangbo snorted coldly, kicked off the chair and wanted to leave.

"Brother Bo wants to leave before the conversation is over?"

Sangbo turned around and said coldly:
To be continued...