President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

Dyson thought they would come back early in the morning, so he gave the company a month's leave and left immediately.

He's made enough money lately to keep him playing for a few months.

He didn't take this matter to heart, he had always been arrogant, and went to the bar he frequented in the evening as usual.

But I found that there are very few people inside today.

He didn't care, thinking that he came too early today, so he ordered a glass of whiskey, and before he even got in, he was patted on the shoulder by a big man.

He turned his head, and then received a hard punch.

His eyes were staring at the beating, his shoulder touched the wine rack on one side, he fell down with a clatter, staggered two steps, and saw a lot of ferocious big men coming in at some point in the bar, the leader came out from the middle a man.

He was dressed in a straight suit, his eyes were dark, the same as a few hours ago, but for some reason, he shivered inexplicably.

Afterwards, the bar was cleared and he was tightly tied up.

There were traces of blood on his lips, which was the trace left by the guy who tried to escape just now. The gringo is used to doing things with money, and he can say anything if he has money, and he doesn't have much humanitarian thought.

Therefore, the bartender and waiter in the bar didn't look away, they were immersed in their own business, and turned a blind eye to Dyson's call for help.

Quan Tingmo straightened his body, took the wine from the table, and the silky liquid entrance made him let out an unknown groan.

"Let you go? I never let people who cheated me out of money, 100 million, I'm not a philanthropist."

With cool eyes, he got up and took the unfinished glass of red wine just now, and walked in front of Dyson, with his palm slightly tilted, and then the cold liquid poured down.

The big man beside him let out harsh laughter, and then several bottles of red wine glasses were opened one after another and poured on Dyson's head in turn.

His hair was stained with wine, showing a faint purple-red color. Dyson's high spirits from an hour ago were gone completely. on him.

With a light wave of his hand, everyone stopped immediately.

"You know what I want to hear."

Quan Tingmo's expression was full of hostility, as if he would kill him if he heard a dissatisfied word.

Dyson stumbled and told the story, not daring to tell a lie.

About a few months ago, a man from Huaguo suddenly found him and gave him a sum of money. At that time, he owed 300 million foreign debts due to gambling, and was about to sell the company and his previous works.

That person not only helped him pay back the money, but also gave him an extra 300 million, telling him that someone would send him a design drawing in another month, and told her the time for him to release it at this time.

No one would say no to money, let alone when Dyson, he did.

He has done this kind of thing many times, and most of his works borrow more or less from other people's works.

It's just that it was released earlier than the original author. This is the first time he has done such a thing.

It was only after seeing Ye Wanwan that he realized that she was the unlucky ghost.

"Who is he?" Quan Tingmo played with the empty wine glass in his hand, resolute and lonely, with a pair of sinister eyebrows and eyes facing him coldly.

Dyson shook his head, "I don't know, he was wearing a black hat, he didn't say a few words, and he didn't tell me who he was."

Dyson told the truth, in order to convince Quan Tingmo, he repeated several times to believe me, he really didn't know who it was.

Quan Tingmo got up, walked out of the crowd, and nodded slightly to one of the big black men. Dyson was immediately picked up and dragged out.

It's not just 100 million. If you mess with his woman, you don't want to live too long.