God of Rebirth Investment

"Brother Tao, my younger brother really lacks virtue and talents..."

"Get out!" Tao Peng shouted angrily!

If a fierce tiger howls in the north wind, it is cold and cold to the bones!

Chang Dong's expression changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, got up and left.

At this moment, the table was full of people and no one stopped them, and no one made peace with them.

In the wing room, there was deathly silence.

Even Zhao Fugui, who has always been simple and honest, seemed to be distracted, staring at the plate of shrimps playing in the water in front of him, dazed.

"Chang Dong!"

The moment Chang Dong was about to cross the threshold, Tao Peng suddenly stopped him.

Chang Dong looked back subconsciously.

This glance made Tao Peng startled slightly.

What kind of look is that?

Eagles watching wolves?

Do not!

Tao Peng had no reason to think of the hyenas that ran rampant on the grasslands when he was hunting in Africa. Yes, these are the eyes of hyenas, alert, cruel, and extremely threatening!

Tao Peng smiled: "I admire your principle of preferring the head of a chicken to the tail of a phoenix, but you must know that a chicken will always be a chicken, and the only fate is to be eaten."

Chang Dong pondered for a while and said, "No, we just have different ways and do not conspire with each other. Farewell!"

After finishing speaking, Chang Dong swaggered away.

Less than five steps away, the sound of wine glasses breaking suddenly came from the wing room.

Fortunately, this is not ancient times, and there is no such thing as throwing cups for fame.

Chang Dong smiled lightly... Do you sometimes lose your temper?

About half an hour after leaving the family banquet in Mei Mansion, Zhao Fugui called.

"You shouldn't refuse." Zhao Fugui said.

"why?"

"You have no idea who is standing behind Tao Peng."

"I know."

"Huh?" Zhao Fugui was taken aback.

"Like I said, if we disagree, we don't conspire with each other. If you had changed your words, I would have surrendered long ago." Chang Dong laughed.

Zhao Fugui was silent for a while and said, "I will buy you ten days at most."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fugui thought for a while and said to the driver, "Go to Feng's Alley."

"Hey!" When Zhao Fugui made his fortune, the old driver who followed him nodded, glanced at the rearview mirror alertly, started to turn the steering wheel, and changed lanes.

Half an hour later, the car passed through the bustling city and stopped at the entrance of an old alley.

Zhao Fugui got out of the car and was about to step into the depths of the alley when he glanced over and suddenly saw a group of old men playing cards under a street lamp.

With a slightly startled expression, he waved at the driver and walked over with a smile.

So on this increasingly hot summer night, a group of retired old men in small vests and palm-leaf fans, Chinese and foreign, was joined by an old man in a suit.

This poker game was really nothing advanced, it was over in just over ten minutes.

An old man who was playing chess threw down his cards and said, "It's relatives, let's play."

As he said that, old man Feng said to Zhao Fugui, "What's wrong? The young couple quarreled again?"

"No, no, the two of you are so busy, there's no time to quarrel!"

Old man Feng heard that it was not a quarrel, so he stood up and pointed out the alley leading to the bustling city.

The two of them were like old men who couldn't sleep, wandering casually and chatting casually, but one of them was really awkward in a suit and leather shoes.

Zhao Fugui cut to the chase and said, "I came today to borrow money."

"How much to borrow?"

Zhao Fugui gestured with three fingers.

"300 billion, what are you going to do?"

Old man Feng was taken aback, and Changshou raised his eyebrows high, as if he heard that the supermarket outside the alley was offering a discount.

"30 billion."

"What? Are you short of this money?"

"Not bad, I borrowed it from a junior."

"Who?"

"Chang Dong."

"Chang Dong? Who is he?"

Zhao Fugui was thinking about how to introduce, his eyes swept across the room aimlessly, and suddenly, he pointed to a huge picture of "War Tiger 2" on the bus stop not far away and reported: "It's the investor who made that movie."

Old man Feng glanced away, and on the big poster, Wu Jing was holding a dagger in one hand and a gun in the other, with a heroic face, as if he was about to come out through the paper and kill everyone!

On the poster, bold and unrestrained splashes of ink were used to write:

Those who offend China will be punished even if they are far away!

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