The son-in-law of the female president

"Is this the method of a real martial artist?" A hint of enlightenment gradually rose, echoing in the hearts of many big bosses.

If this finger were to strike him, his whole body would be split in half.

Yang Qinhu, who was still a little upset at first, saw this scene, and all his grievances disappeared immediately, and he sat on the spot obediently.

Zhou Ziyang sighed long, and smiled wryly. Seeing Jiang Tong slashing his head with his finger, he understood why all the bosses respected him so much.

Zhu Zhenyun, whose legs were broken, lost his temper at all, and was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, Jiang Tong's finger didn't hit him.

Only Zheng Xilei, Qin Zihao and the others had no expressions on their faces. Compared to the metaphysics exchange meeting that day, when Jiang Tong was riding thunder and wearing electric lights, what are these?
Even Song Houyuan, the master of Huajin, was shot to death by Jiang Tong lightly. These ordinary people, in the eyes of such real people, are not even as good as ants.

"Old Zhou, this is the real reason why I rejected you that night. I was not supported by Qin Zihao, and how could I take this kind of support."

Jiang Tong spoke up.

Zhou Ziyang's face was blushing. It turned out that what he said that night, in Jiang Tong's view, might not be childish, as if it was spoken from a child's mouth.

"I believe it."

Zhou Ziyang took a sip of wine. Jiang Tong seven years ago had already made him look up to him.As for him seven years later, Zhou Ziyang only felt that it would be difficult for him to see his back after all his hard work.

This gap has been pulled to the sky, and it cannot be made up by any identity, status, or means.

Among the crowd, Yue Changluo had a smile on his lips.

What a shit real person!
How do these bigwigs know that the person sitting in front of them is the youngest Martial Arts God in a hundred years since the late Qing Dynasty.

Zhou Ziyang stopped talking. He knew why everyone was in awe of Jiang Tong, but he had more doubts in his heart.

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To everyone's surprise, Zhou Ziyang got up slowly, and stepped on Zhu Zhenyun who was on the ground: "Fuck your grandma, I have tolerated you for several years, you are so fucking arrogant."

'Snapped! '

Half of Zhu Zhenyun's face was swollen from being stepped on, bleeding profusely, and he wailed endlessly.

"This foot is for Brother Hu."

"This foot is for Xiaopang."

"This foot is for Brother Long."

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Zhou Ziyang's tough scene, as if he didn't care about Zhu Zhenyun's life or death, he stepped down and smashed his teeth.

Zhu Zhenyun's face was as gloomy as water. Seeing his son being stepped on in front of his face, he was going crazy, but he didn't dare to say a word.

I'm afraid that as long as he dares to speak, Jiang Tong, who sits in the center of many big shots with a flat face, will hit him on the head with a finger.

"And you, Lin Qian, you silly woman, can't you see that this grandson only wants to have sex with you?"

After Zhou Ziyang said all the words in his heart, he just felt so happy.

"It's so fucking refreshing, haha."

Zhou Ziyang laughed loudly.

Jiang Tong said lightly:
"Remember, my friend Jiang Tong, it's right to do anything in the future. If you still don't feel relieved, you can kill him."

Zhou Ziyang shook his head slowly, turned and sat down.

The Zhu family has been kind to him, no matter what Zhu Zhenyun's daily life is like, this kindness can never be erased.

In the hall, there was a dead silence.

How can those big brothers fail to see that the status of the Zheng family will skyrocket from today onwards.

Even if they meet the Gu family again, they can wrestle with each other head-on.

But these things are all based on the friendship between the Zheng family and these two real people. One day this friendship breaks, and the Zheng family will also fall from the clouds.

"As long as the Zheng family is not an idiot, they will definitely not offend these two real people in the future."

Everyone felt powerless and thought to themselves.

A real person can determine the rise and fall of a family, not to mention that the Zheng family has two real people who are friends at the same time.

In the following time, Zhou Ziyang watched with his own eyes, those big bosses who were usually unattainable, toasted Jiang Tong frequently.

Every time someone came to toast, Jiang Tong raised the glass to signal, but just touched the wine with his lips, and then put down the glass.

Everyone is more enthusiastic.

"Is this the power to control life and death!"

Zhou Ziyang was thoughtful, the secular power he was pursuing so hard, and even the position that he had to struggle for for more than ten years, Jiang Tong could achieve it with a single word.

But such power is pursued by countless people in the secular world.But in the end, how many people can really control it?

You hold power, not as good as I hold life and death.

Zhou Ziyang raised his head, his eyes flickered, and he understood why Jiang Tong said that his vision was restricted by the small pond in Jinling.

Maybe from Jiang Tong's point of view, they look at them like a person, and then look at the ant colony on the ground.

Including the young master of the Jiang family, none of them have the slightest weight in front of Jiang Tong.

Zhou Ziyang replaced Yang Qinhu and sat down with Qin Zihao in Jinling, which caused a huge sensation.Countless people asked who Zhou Ziyang was, and suddenly he appeared.

In the end, these people returned disappointed and did not receive any news, including the big bosses who attended the Zheng family banquet and witnessed the whole process, they also kept silent, as if they were taboo about something.

Zhou Ziyang was officially in charge of Jinling, and even Qin Zihao took the initiative to hand over most of the land and property.

On the day of leaving the banquet, Jiang Tong returned to the bar.

Zhou Qian was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a pair of vertical trousers, and she was combing the water in the bar during this time.

"Miss Xiaoqian."

Jiang Tong smiled and said, there was no trace of the fierceness of beating Wang Zhonglin that night on his body.

Zhou Qian raised her head with complicated eyes.

"Jiang Tong, aren't you ready to confess?"

Jiang Tong naturally knew that Zhou Qian was asking about what happened in the bar that night, so he casually said, "Qin Zihao is my friend, do you believe it?"

Zhou Qian was taken aback for a moment, although in this day and age, there are few poor relatives who are rich and powerful.But friends like Jiang Tong and Qin Zihao are not equal in status or status.

If everyone is about the same age, it's normal to get along as friends.But have you ever seen someone go right past you and befriend your dad or even your grandpa?

"Jiang Tong, I just want you to know that no matter whether Qin Zihao and you are friends or not, such a person is far from what you can ask for from him."

Zhou Qian spoke seriously, not believing Jiang Tong's explanation at all.

Jiang Tong picked up the topic and asked curiously, "Sister Xiaoqian, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Zhou Qian held her forehead with helplessness on her face:
"Yes, why not. Recently, a luxury bar in Bar Street has started renovations, and its scale is larger than the sum of our dozen or so."

"If it starts to open, all the nearby students will go there to play, and we still have business wherever we go, so we have to drink the northwest wind."

Jiang Tong smiled and said:

"There are more than a dozen universities nearby, with hundreds of thousands of students. How can there be no business? They just earn more and less money."

Zhou Qian turned the chair to the window and looked at the luxurious building that was being renovated outside the window. After a long time, she sighed faintly.