The family has a cute baby and his wife is married

He seemed to be immersed in these delicate parts and didn't notice what the little boss said.

Seeing Qin Huai like this, the little boss had no choice but to amplify his voice, and said it again respectfully.

He wouldn't be so stupid that he could be at ease by declaring himself the name of Mr. Ma, without fear of anything.

I am not a great god like Ma Sanye, at best, I am Ma Sanye using his hand. If I have a conflict with this ruthless character in front of me, I will be pushed out at that time, and my life will be over.

"Mr. Ma and us should be in harmony with each other, right? I haven't interfered with Mr. Ma's business. We are both amicable businessmen."

Qin Huai smiled, but still didn't put down those few parts in his hand.

The little boss glanced at the things in Qin Huai's hands secretly, then looked away as if he had been burned, and stammered to cater: "You're right, you're right."

As soon as Qin Huai stopped the movement of his hands, the smile disappeared from his face: "Mr. Ma is busy recently, I will visit when I have time."

He didn't have any intention of talking to the little boss, he threw his hand to the little boss, got in the car that came to pick him up, and left without looking back.

The little boss saw a silver light thrown in his direction, his complexion changed drastically, and he avoided it without thinking.

When the thing landed on the hard asphalt road and shook for a few times before making any movement, the little boss carefully looked over it, and then scolded the peeping people: "Turn your head away from me no matter what you are looking at."

Among the people he brought, there was no one who was not afraid of him. Hearing this, they all turned around obediently, not looking at the little boss and the things on the ground.

But I don't know if there is someone scolding me in my heart.

"Hiss—it's a good thing." The little boss held the shiny silver device in his hand, thinking that he must have seen it right.

"It's so delicate, it looks a bit like a revolver's box, and a bit like a falcon's box."

The little boss felt that things were getting serious.

At first, he thought that Qin Huai was just a speculator who made a few bad money by luck abroad, but he didn't expect Qin Huai to have hard currency in his hands.

The little leader put the small and exquisite parts of the pistol into his pocket, and then cursed: "Everything is unbelievable, and you can't drive it. This time, let me go to the training ground to climb three laps, do push-ups for a while. thousand!"

The underlings under him all lowered their brows and looked shy, not daring to have any opinions.

They also cherish their lives. The other side is obviously trying their best to escape, and they will definitely not be able to catch up.

And who knew that the manipulation on the fuel tank didn't make that car scrapped.

The fuel tank was brought by the little boss himself. It stands to reason that the car should have broken down halfway, so there shouldn't be enough energy to run so far.

But they just murmured to themselves, and each of them knew their limits and didn't talk back.

"Go, go back and report to Mr. Ma, one by one, keep your mouths shut." The little boss sighed helplessly, kicked the wheel, shook his head and got into the car first.

Seeing these people getting into the car sparsely in front of him, the little boss's eyes were like dead fish: "Every one of them can't even get on the car, useless dim sum!"

He was carrying his two cousins ​​in this car, and they listened to him very much. Hearing what he said, they all nodded: "Brother, you are right!"

The little boss waited impatiently for everyone to get into the car, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

"Brother, we're going in the opposite direction." The people in the car looked at each other, and then timidly reminded the little boss.

The little boss slammed on the brakes and roared: "Ask you two idiots? Of course I know the direction is reversed."

Then he turned the front of the car around, stepped on the accelerator again, and drove back very irritablely.

The two younger brothers were trembling in the back row, not daring to touch the sore spot of the little boss.

My cousin is good at everything and is willing to support them, but he just doesn't know the way, and usually likes to drive fast, which makes them dare not speak out, but must speak.

The little boss drove the navigation and went all the way back to Ma Sanye's teahouse.

"Third Master, the matter was not done, and the surname Qin ran away, but he gave me this."

The little boss bent down, stretched out his hands respectfully, and handed the assembled silver object to Mr. Ma.

Ma Sanye was smoking a pipe, lighted the thing with the pipe, exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and then said slowly: "The good thing brought back from the west, this is a warning for us."

Seeing that Mr. Ma knew what it was, the little boss dared to ask: "Master Ma, my little eyes are clumsy, I really didn't see what it was."

"Of course you don't know," Mr. Ma smiled kindly, and explained, "This thing has only recently come out on the black market. The price is not cheap, but the quality of the thing is nothing to say. You can hit it wherever you point it. The recoil is small and powerful Still big."

"Qin Huai is so generous, he only gave us half of it." Ma Sanye was not interested in only half of the things, so he pushed the little boss's hand with his pipe, signaling him to take it back by himself.

"You go to Qin Huai's people by yourself, and just exchange it for money."

He said casually, but turned his head with a sincere smile.

"Mr. Qian, I told you to read a joke. The children under his command are frizzy and unwieldy."

The little boss trembled when he heard this, and almost dropped the thing in his hand to the ground.

The bodyguard who didn't seem to exist in the room waved his hand, signaling the little boss to go out first.

The little boss put the gun part in his arms, and left in a daze. When he left, he was still thinking that Qin Huai had something to say, so he didn't have a chance to say it.

Old Master Qian in the teahouse smiled and didn't speak.

Ma Sanye sighed: "Now is the age of young people, we are all old."

Mr. Qian still didn't speak.

Third Master Ma lowered his head and poured the tea, rolled his eyes to look at Mr. Qian who was pretending to enjoy the scenery: "Old Dog Qian, talk."

Mr. Qian sneered, and said sarcastically, "You've said all the good things, so I'm still talking nonsense."

Mr. Ma just laughed, and he couldn't stop laughing, as if what Mr. Qian just said was not a foul language, but the funniest joke in the world.

Mr. Qian made a gesture to splash him with tea, so Mr. Ma gradually held back his laughter, and also said sarcastically: "There are also times when you can't speak. When you were young, you relied on your iron mouth and copper teeth, but you always followed me. Tear meat here."

"Let's not talk about it, drink tea, drink tea, my tea set is a real antique, produced by the official kiln of the Tang Dynasty."

Mr. Qian said with a smile, his hands moved quickly, and he was not at all worried that the antique would be damaged.