Serial 1 Sad Afternoon 1 .

Mondo Entertainment Updated on 2024-01-31

Another meal. Qian Feiyu pouted his teeth, and his thumb and index finger flexibly stirred the toothpick, sending the remaining debris between the teeth back to the tip of his tongue and then turning it to the back molars to crush and swallow - no matter how big or small, it was meat. The four diners around him, who were also drunk and flushed, did almost the same thing, but they were hidden, sideways or covered, not like he was picking his teeth in public. The person who checked out outside--Mr. Li, Mr. Qian's subordinate--came back, Sanqi's split head looked more like a shaved large flat head, and there was always a sense of righteousness on his square face, but there was a hint of cunning behind his glasses.

The banquet entered the final stage, and almost at the same time, the four people thanked Mr. Qian with exaggerated expressions in unison to enjoy such a high-grade meal, which is really rare in life.

Don't talk nonsense!Mr. Qian, as always, began with a reprimand, "Think about what you said today, and give me a letter tomorrow, the principle of freedom and voluntariness, and don't wait for it to expire!."”

Qian always rest assured, with you at the helm, this thing will be done!A voice came out of the background of many mixed statements, the tone was eager and full of determination, but out of the way, it was a man with a medium face who spoke.

When will Qian always find some small decoration work for my brother to do, I don't have a big ability, so I can only do some small work to honor you. "Another one-meter-eight man who rushed to check out with Mr. Li just now but finally failed, and looked quite like former Luftwaffe Marshal Goering, stood up with a half-cold teacup, took a sip, and glanced at the face of 'Mr. Qian' in his mouth, then stayed on the cup of tea and sat down together.

Not. Question, Mr. Qian, go back and close. Hold me. off. Department, poor. Not much. Quasi-trust. The third person's gaze was blurred, and the words he said were not much different from his blurred gaze.

Mr. Qian, don't worry, you have spoken, our brother will do so, and we will wait for you tomorrow. The fourth person was as he said, his face was normal, his voice was not floating, and he seemed to have a certain number in his heart.

That's all for today!Mr. Qian seemed to be satisfied with everyone's statements, and his sturdy body squeezed left and right from the armrests of Louis XIV-style chairs twice, as if pulling out the long-immersed buttocks from the chair first, "Mr. Li, I still have something to do." Then he got up.

A group of people came out one after another, and Mr. Li followed behind Mr. Qian, with three and a half empty bottles of Moutai Prince Wine in two Moutai handbags in his hands.

The substitute driver has been waiting outside the door for a long time, Mr. Qian ignored the passenger car door opened by the driver, and went directly to the rear of the Land Rover, Mr. Li hurriedly rushed over to open the door behind the driver's seat, put the handbag on the rear seat a little farther away, and then held the door sideways and waited for Mr. Qian to get into the car, closed the car door and hurried back to the front to open the passenger car door and sit on it, while pulling the seat belt and turning sideways to ask:

Mr. Qian, where are we going?”

Qushui Rantei. ”

Damn it. Mr. Li scolded in his heart and waved his hand at the driver.

The driver started the Land Rover, leaving the farewell noise outside the car and leaving the dust.

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