"Wow..."

Song Yuan, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, suddenly smashed the red wine glass in his hand and broke it into pieces.

The secretary outside the door heard the commotion inside and knocked carefully. Without daring to open the door and come in, he carefully asked through a door: "Mr. Song, do you need me to ask the cleaning staff to come in and clean it?"

"roll!!"

Song Yuan shouted angrily in a deep voice, and the secretary outside the door suddenly became silent.

But Song Yuan was still very angry in the office. He suddenly grabbed the mobile phone on his desk and dialed Wu Zhengyi's number.

He spent so much money to get things done by Zhengyi Baji Boxing Gym. As a result, he spent the money and the other party turned things into such a horrible way. He had to have an explanation. So if Wu Zhengyi dared not to give him an explanation, he

Just try to find a way to give Wu Zhengyi an explanation.

The phone rang for a while, and finally the call was answered.

"Mr. Song..."

Wu Zhengyi opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Song Yuan knew what to say.

"Master Wu! What did I say at the beginning? I asked you to take action in person. You said that you can handle things beautifully for me without taking action in person. Is this what you said? Do you accept it?

admit?"

In the main office of Zhengyi Baji Boxing Gym.

When Wu Zhengyi heard this, he smiled bitterly.

This was indeed what he said, and he was not allowed to deny it at this time. He did not dare to anger someone like Song Yuan who would spend millions just to get revenge on one person.

He didn't dare to mess with such a willful rich man.

"Yes, this is what I said. I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I didn't arrange it well this time. It's my fault!"

At Wu Zhengyi's age, the most important thing is to be harmonious and make money. Face and other things will be put down when it is time to let them go.

Song Yuan: "Is it enough to apologize? Master Wu! I gave you so much money because I didn't want you to apologize to me. Now that this matter is like this, you have to give me an explanation! You must give it! Otherwise, I will tell you

You’re not done yet.”

Wu Zhengyi had a headache and raised his hand to press his temples. Now his intestines were turning green.

Why take this business?

Wouldn't it be better to run your own martial arts gym well? You don't have any shortage of money.

It's fine now. Not only has the reputation of the martial arts school been damaged, Song Yuan still needs to find an explanation from him.

Who can give me an explanation?

He could only suppress these complaints in his heart and could not express them out loud, even if his heart was filled with bitterness.

As a saying goes: The baby feels bitter in his heart, but the baby doesn't say it.

Closing his eyes tiredly, Wu Zhengyi said: "What does Mr. Song want me to do? Please make it clear to Mr. Song."

Song Yuan: "Refund the money! Or you can take action yourself and handle this matter for me again. Choose one of the two, you choose one!"

Wu Zhengyi: "..."

Wu Zhengyi didn't want to think about refunding the money. What's more, because of this business, the reputation of his martial arts school has been greatly damaged. He also wants to ask Song Yuan for some compensation. How is that possible?

Money back?

However, let him take action personally?

He was also afraid of difficulties.

After all, he is really getting older, and time is not forgiving. He is already 52 years old, and his mental and physical strength have long passed their peak. In terms of physical fitness, he has long been inferior to many disciples in the martial arts gym.

In other words, the experience of practicing boxing for decades is still there, and he can still beat those young people in terms of experience.

But if he really wanted to take action, he asked himself that he might no longer be the opponent of his two apprentices, Lu Zhigang and Miao Qibiao.

Lu Zhigang and Miao Qibiao were both defeated by Jiang Rongguang today, so what is the point of letting Wu Zhengyi play in person now?

Don’t you think I’ve humiliated you enough today? Do you want to humiliate me completely again?

As long as Wu Zhengyi does not fight Jiang Rongguang in person, then Wu Zhengyi will not be defeated, and the reputation of Zhengyi Baji Boxing Gym can be retained to some extent.

If he really waits for him to take the field in person and lose another match, will the Zhengyi Baji Boxing Gym still want to recruit disciples? students in this area in the future?

"What? What do you mean by not saying anything? Do you not want to refund the money, but also don't want to take action personally? Master Wu! I advise you to think carefully about the consequences of doing this."

Song Yuan on the other side of the phone didn't hear Wu Zhengyi's answer for a long time, so he issued a cold threat.

Wu Zhengyi gritted his teeth and finally said: "Mr. Song, at my age, if I fight against a young man, even if I win, it will be disgraceful, right?"

Song Yuan: "I gave you money!"

Wu Zhengyi was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Song, I have suffered from hemorrhoids recently, so it is not suitable for me to fight with others..."

This time, before he finished speaking, Song Yuan interrupted him with an aggravated tone, "I'll give you money!"

Wu Zhengyi was dumbfounded and was so angry that he almost smashed the phone in his hand.

What the hell?

No matter what reasons I give, you just have to say this to me, right?

Can you give me another reason?

I'll fuck you!

Do you understand how to respect the old and love the young? Isn’t it amazing that you gave me money? It’s vulgar! It’s so vulgar!

Forcibly suppressing the anger surging in his heart, Wu Zhengyi gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Okay, I understand what you mean, Mr. Song. In this way, it is really inconvenient for me to do it myself, but I will definitely hire a real master for you this time and promise to help you."

You've done this beautifully, so that's all right, right?"

Song Yuan chuckled lightly, "Okay, I'll wait and see, but don't let me down again, otherwise you still have to refund the money!"

After saying that, before Wu Zhengyi could say anything else, Song Yuan hung up the call.

Wu Zhengyi was left alone there and his face turned pale with anger. This was the first time for him to deal with such a rich man at his age. He was so rude!

No face was spared for him.

Putting down his cell phone, he angrily picked up the tea cup and took two sips of tea. Wu Zhengyi closed his eyes and calmed down, slowly suppressing the anger he had just felt.

My mind gradually calmed down.

But even after calming down, he still felt the need to hire a foreign aid expert.

Whether it was to complete the deal with Song Yuan or to restore the reputation of his boxing gym, it was necessary for him to hire foreign aid to help him get the venue back.

Otherwise, when word spreads about the two consecutive defeats of his two apprentices today, it will inevitably greatly affect the business of his boxing gym.

This is no small matter.

After pondering for a while, Wu Zhengyi picked up the phone again and flipped through the address book for a while before finding a number and dialing it.

…

late at night.

In a European-style bedroom in Beijing, on a large bed, Song Yuan was sleeping soundly with his Internet-famous lover in his arms.

At this moment, his body is resting, but his brain is highly active.

He is dreaming.

In the dream, he accompanied his wife Jiang Wenwen to drive back to her natal home in Huizhou Prefecture. One morning, he drove his BMW SUV with her to the mall for shopping. When he backed his BMW SUV out of the parking space on the roadside, he suddenly hit a car passing by on the road.

A sexy red hatchback car.

Looking through the rear mirror, he saw that the car was shaken suddenly by the impact and almost overturned.

His heart beat faster and then he regained his composure.

As long as the car didn't overturn and no one was killed, it wouldn't be a big deal. With Song Yuan's financial resources, it didn't matter if he had to pay for a brand new small hatchback, let alone just pay some money and let the other party repair it.

car?

He got out of the car calmly.

When he saw the car stopped, a familiar guy got out. As soon as the guy got out of the car, he accused Song Yuan of how he drove. He felt very unhappy, so he immediately scolded the guy and took out a dozen hundred dollar bills.

Pass it over.

He believed that his ability to make money would make the guy change his attitude.

However, at this moment, Jiang Wenwen, who got off the passenger seat, took the initiative to say hello to the guy.

"Chen Yu?"

The guy who was hit by my car just now is Chen Yu? Jiang Wenwen’s ex-boyfriend from the countryside?

I heard that this Phoenix man is a top student at Shuimu University?

Heh, so what, I am not as well educated as you, but I still tried to steal your favor back then. Why? Even if I won the moment I was born, even if you work hard all your life, you still can’t catch up with what I had when I was born.
To be continued...