Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

The traditional Chinese culture is moderate, and getting along with others is also a word of "harmony", especially an old businessman like Uncle Ming, who is unwilling to offend people easily.

However, if you don't want to offend anyone, you have to judge the situation. If this kid dares to attack Yan Hui, Uncle Ming will never let him go easily.

He took a look at Feng Shao. He had two big dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was pale, and his eyes were frivolous and lifeless. He looked like a drunkard.

This kind of person usually has no ability on their own, relying on the power of the family and the money in their pockets to bluff and show off.

"You want to invite Anhui to dinner?" Uncle Ming asked with a sullen face, exuding the aura of years of experience in the mall, the whole person is not angry and pretentious, and it looks scary.

A paper tiger like Feng Shao couldn't bear Uncle Ming's aura, he took two steps back quietly, and originally wanted to give up, but when he glanced at Ji Chuncheng and the others from the corner of his eye, he suddenly realized another problem——

If he was so cowardly, wouldn't it be a joke for those people?

For the sake of face, Young Master Feng is going to be tough again, isn't he just a bad old man!He still can't believe it!
"Yes, I just want to hold a celebration banquet for Ms. Yan." Feng Shao returned to the place where he was standing, puffed up his chest, and said rather forcefully.

"A celebration banquet?" Uncle Ming said with a half-smile, "I don't know how big a celebration banquet you want to hold for her?"

Feng Shao blurted out: "As big as you want."

"That's good," said Uncle Ming with a smile: "Why don't you invite everyone present to take the top floor of the Intercontinental, and let everyone celebrate."

As soon as he said this, Feng Shao's expression changed.

The Intercontinental Hotel is a well-known five-star hotel, its consumption is particularly high, and the top floor is even more expensive.

There are so many people, there are several hundred at a rough look, if you invite everyone to the top floor of the Intercontinental...

Then the expenses are incalculable, even if Feng Shaocai is rich and powerful, thinking about it would still be a pain in the ass.

Uncle Ming watched his face turn blue and white, shut his mouth and stopped talking, provoking him deliberately: "Young Master, why don't you talk anymore? Don't you want to be as big as you want?"

This is to deliberately provoke Feng Shao. If he takes the bait, he will bleed profusely. If he doesn't speak, then he will lose face.

Uncle Ming knew that young people like this would feel worse than losing face, but who made Young Master Feng want to kill himself?Then really don't blame him for poking the knife at the most painful place!

Looking at Uncle Ming's expression of "I knew you were bragging", Feng Shao's brain became hot, and he opened his mouth and said, "What happened to the top floor of the Intercontinental, I still..."

"Young Master Feng." Ji Chuncheng suddenly interrupted what Feng Shaojiang was about to say.

A gentle smile hung on his face: "Young Master Feng, Uncle Ming was just joking with you, how could it really cost you so much!"

This sentence can be regarded as cooling down Feng Shao's feverish brain, and it also gave him a step down.

It turned out that Ji Chuncheng knew this old man, why didn't he tell him earlier, Feng Shao was a little dissatisfied, but Ji Chuncheng just helped him, and he didn't show his dissatisfaction.

Uncle Ming saw that the person he hated the most actually spoke for the person he hated the third, even if he was as serious as him, he couldn't help snorting.

"Who told you I was joking! Also, don't call me Uncle Ming, you don't deserve it!" Uncle Ming said to Ji Chuncheng unceremoniously.

Ji Chuncheng's reaction to Uncle Ming had been expected, the gentle expression on his face remained unchanged, and he smoothed things over for Feng Shao: "Feng Shao, don't forget that you already have an appointment with me today, I'm going to Now here, Young Master Feng won't want to let me go!"

When he said this, he gave Feng Shao enough face, and Feng Shao's face immediately changed into a reserved look: "Ji Shao is an important person, how could I let your pigeons go?"

Uncle Ming watched the two sing along, and let out a cold snort of disdain: "Fenhui, let's go, and stay with garbage all the time, don't you think it stinks?"

Yan Fen slapped his nose, frowned, and said loudly on purpose: "Yes, it really stinks!"

This blatant slap in the face made them all change their faces, Feng Shao said angrily: "Old man, who are you talking about!"

That posture was a bit of a bluffing posture, but Uncle Ming was not afraid at all, and his voice was loud: "I'm talking about whoever is trash!"

In this way, Young Master Feng's active questioning seemed to admit that he was trash, and the boys brought by Uncle Ming coaxed a smile.

Feng Shao blushed, pointed at Uncle Ming, and wanted to curse, but before he could utter the obscenities, that finger was held by a big hand.

"What do you want?" A deep voice sounded, the owner of this voice was brought by Uncle Ming, and he was called Daji.He is 1.9 meters tall, wearing a tight-fitting vest, revealing his bulging and shiny muscles. Just by looking at him, one can feel the terrifying power hidden in his body.

No matter in terms of width or thickness, the big culprit can match Feng Shao's two, and like Feng Shao, he seems to be able to hit at least two.

Where did the humanoid monster come from?Looking at the scar on the "giant"'s face and the shiny top of his head, Feng Shao unconsciously hesitated.

"Let go of me!" he yelled sternly.

This baseless yell was like a chicken crowing in Da Ji's eyes. He didn't let go of Feng Shao's hand at all, and only looked at Uncle Ming, waiting for him to speak.

The culprit was the son of an old friend of Uncle Ming. This old friend died innocently because the other party missed in a struggle, leaving only such a child in the end.

Ever since he was a child, the culprit has always been a person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. His academic performance is appalling and his sports performance often exceeds the standard. Uncle Ming is worried that he will hang out in the society. security supervisor.

No, today Uncle Ming was worried that something might happen to Yan Hui, so the first one to call was the culprit.

Now, the big murderer really came in handy. It was really reassuring and reassuring to have such a person around.

Uncle Ming watched the big murderer holding Feng Shao's fingers calmly, and seeing Feng Shao's aggrieved face, he only felt happy in his heart. It wasn't until a while before he stopped shouting: "Big murderer, okay, let me go!" Bar."

The big murderer has a simple mind, so instead he only listens to Uncle Ming alone. If Uncle Ming tells him to go east, he will not go west.

Feng Shao only felt that the huge force holding him disappeared at once, and he regained his freedom. Now he has learned how to behave, and quickly took two steps back, standing directly behind Ji Chuncheng.

"Old man, I have other things to do today, I don't want to argue with you, please walk carefully in the future!"