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But it is different now, which means that Ni Kun wants to officially let Ni Yongxiao take over his position and become the boss on top of everyone, of course everyone is not happy.

The people at the other tables were eating and drinking lively, and soon felt the abnormality of the bosses at the main table.

Everyone put down their chopsticks and wine glasses, and looked at the banquet table in the middle, and the noisy restaurant fell silent instantly.

Except for Ni Kun gently and slowly knocking on the table, there was no other sound.

Ni Kun looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, and first turned to look at Han Chen who had the most relaxed expression: "Ah Chen, what do you think?"

"Hahahaha, Brother Kun said, of course I'm fine!" Han Chen laughed heartily, picked up the wine bottle, and filled the empty glass in front of him with red wine as red as blood.

Han Chen picked up the wine glass, stood up, and held Ni Yongxiao, who was sitting next to Ni Kun with a calm expression, to Si Si: "I will ask Brother Xiao to teach you more in the future."

A gentle smile appeared on Ni Yongxiao's face, he stood up and raised his glass to the other party: "We are all family, Brother Chen doesn't need to be so polite."

After speaking, the two of them raised their heads and drank it in one gulp.

Looking at Han Chen who was seated again, Ni Yongxiao, with the same smile on his face, was still standing by the wine table.

He picked up the red wine bottle in front of him on the table and filled his glass.

Then he continued to stand quietly, as if waiting for something.

Ni Kun didn't let his son sit down either. After looking away at Han Chen and Marry, who was beside him with no expression on his face, he continued to look at Guohua, who had the most serious expression among the other four: "Ah Hua, I know that you recently talked about marriage in Macau. Casino business. I have already negotiated with the government, are you interested in doing it together?"

Feeling the gazes cast by the people around him, Guohua snorted coldly in his heart, and shook his head expressionlessly: "Thank you Brother Kun for your kindness, but I am too busy with the business in hand now, how can there be any more?" The energy will go to Macau to expand business."

Chapter 14 Ni Kun's Secret Beatings The power of the Ni family is handed over

After hearing this, Ni Kun's smiling expression didn't change at all, and he just shook his head gently at the other party.

The right hand that tapped on the table lightly lifted up, and nodded at the other party: "Guohua, you can't do this. It's business, you still have to do it, you can't go to Macau every day to play with women. After all, playing with women is also a flowery thing." money thing.

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You can ask Gandhi about this, he can understand best, but I heard that his wife has always been spending a lot of money.In case, Guohua, you meet such a woman in Macau in the future, and you earn less money, you still have to be emptied. "

"Hahahaha." Everyone listened, no matter whether the words were funny or not, they all smiled in cooperation, and Gandhi, who was being ridiculed, also squeezed out a wry smile.

There is no way, his woman is a famous prodigal, and there is nothing to deny.

It's just that Gandhi, who was smiling wryly, didn't notice, and Guohua looked up at Ni Kun's movement in astonishment.

Looking at the cold eyes in Ni Kun's gentle smile, Guohua, who woke up from the surprise, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and his eyes gradually became frightened.

The next moment, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Guohua suddenly stood up.

Picking up the cold wine bottle on the table, filling the glass in front of him, forcing out a smile, Guohua raised the glass to Ni Yongxiao who had been standing still: "I'm getting old, I can't do it. If Brother Kun didn't remind me , I almost forgot this truth, how can you play with women if you don’t have money. Brother Xiao, let’s make an appointment later, and then we will go to Macau together to settle the casino.”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he raised his head straight up, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Ni Yongxiao didn't drink it all at once like he did with Han Chen before.

Without changing his smile, he just nodded at the other party, picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Then he put down the glass and continued to stand where he was.

Feeling the bitterness of the red wine in his mouth, Guohua bowed his head and sat down again.

As for the soles of Gandhi's kicks under the table and the questioning looks from Zheng beside him, Guohua pretended he didn't see anything.

He just looked down at the empty cup in front of him with an extremely disheartened expression.

What can he say, let him tell Gandhi that I slept your wife more than once in Macau.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ni Kun already knew about this matter.

Glancing at Guohua, Ni Kun turned his head to look at the nigger and Gandhi, whose expressions were constantly changing and frowning in thought: "Nigger, Gandhi, I heard that the two of you shipped goods together a few days ago. They were robbed. The loss is quite big, isn't it? If you want me to ask Ah Xiao to help you, maybe I can help you find the goods."

Looking at Ni Kun's calm eyes and his smiling and nodding movements, Gandhi was fine, but the black ghost seemed to think of something, and his body couldn't help trembling slightly.

The next moment, like Guohua, the nigger forced a smile and first put his head next to Gandhi's ear and explained softly: "I'm sorry, Gandhi. I'm different from you. The loss of that batch of goods is very important to me. It's too serious for me, and I need to make up for the damage now."

But in his heart, the nigga knew the real reason why he said that, because that batch of goods was robbed by him.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ni Kun knew about this matter a long time ago, and kept it secret.

Even now, he had to bow his head.

Standing up, the nigga raised his cold wine glass full of red wine to Ni Yongxiao: "Brother Xiao will take care of you from now on."

Ni Yongxiao nodded gently and took a sip.

Seeing that Ni Kun persuaded the three of them in the blink of an eye, needles could be heard in the restaurant.

Those who can appear here are all the confidantes of the big bosses, so they are also very clear about the attitude of the big shots towards the Ni family.

But looking at the current situation, several big brothers who originally opposed the Ni family actually bowed their heads and conceded defeat so quickly.

This was really beyond everyone's expectations, and it made everyone in the room even more in awe of the smiling old man.

Chen Yongren, who had been looking at everything in front of him emotionally, soon discovered the tricks in it.

Chen Yongren envied and admired the old guy's channels for obtaining news and intelligence and his reticence.

Then the next moment, Ni Kun turned his head to Zheng, who was twisting back and forth, fidgeting.

Looking at Ni Kun's smiling expression, Zheng trembled.

Before the other party could speak, Zheng took the initiative to pick up the glass that he had quietly filled with red wine just now.

"Brother Xiao, please take care of me in the future."

Looking at Zheng who stood up and held the wine glass with a humble face, Ni Yongxiao's smile remained unchanged, and he took another sip.

After Zheng drank the red wine in his glass and sat down, everyone's eyes turned to Gandhi whose expression kept changing.

This time, Ni Kun didn't take the initiative to speak, but just looked at the other party kindly, and continued to tap the white table gently and slowly with his fingers.

"Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk"

Feeling the deathly silence in the restaurant, listening to the slow and powerful sound of beeping in his ears, Gandhi, who was facing Ni Kun's kind expression, felt a huge pressure on his face, and there were tiny tingles on his back and forehead. sweat.

"Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale"

After taking a few deep breaths and calming down complex emotions such as unwillingness, anger, and helplessness, Gandhi put on a bitter face, picked up the wine bottle, and filled the glass in front of him.

Putting down the bottle, he stood up slowly.