Salted Fish’s Self-help Strategy

After the filming, the big fat man shouted: "Brother Hao has been waiting for a long time, and what are you waiting for?" A scent of alcohol rose from him, and he was drunk and stared at him. How could he think that Zhu Yan returned his hand? A slap in the face, slapped his face with a "pop": "You're looking for death!"

The dead fat pig was on fire at that time, and he was about to kick when he lifted his foot, but as soon as his legs were raised, Chu Yuanxi inside the box pushed the door violently, and the door panel slammed open with a "clang", leaning on the dead fat with a vigorous force. Pig's face! Suddenly, a burst of pushing Jinshan and Yuzhu, the fat boy fell to the ground with a loud noise.

His ribs were sore by the chrome of the doorknob, and his face hurt even more with continuous crit attacks. He yelled and yelled while lying on the ground: "You stupid than stinky! You dare to beat me! People! People are dead! Absolutely?"

　　 Chu Yuanxi just walked to the door, and wanted to ask the waiter to clean up the table, but Zhu Yan's curse and slapped voice suddenly came from outside the door. He judged the position, and immediately pushed the door hard, which played a miraculous effect. He quickly stepped in front of Zhu Yan and asked, "What's the matter?"

　　 "I put on lipstick and he patted my butt." Zhu Wei said aggrievedly. Chu Yuanxi looked at the slap marks on Fatty’s face. She wanted to calm down, but he didn’t expect Fatty to stand up from the ground, pointing to Chu Yuanxi’s facial features and said distortedly: "There are kinds of little things, see if I don’t cut them. you! bitch! you work here also installed what his mother pure? you wait! "

　　 Gao Wenming had already stood inside the door. He didn't say a word when he heard it. He raised one foot and kicked over the fat boy's ass. He was holding the membership card in his hand, and after kicking it, he flicked his finger on the membership card very smartly, and made a "boom" sound. The fat boy didn't even think there was a crit, and suddenly fell forward to eat shit, and then screamed through the crowd watching the crowd and ran to the third floor.

　　 "Also tell us to wait?" Gao Wenming curled his lips and yelled at the fat boy: "Thief Sun! Hurry up and ask someone to slash me! If you don't come, you are my grandson!"

　　 Then he walked up to Zhu Wei and looked up and down, smiled and said, "Is it okay? Don't worry, don't worry about this fat pig."

　　 "It's better to be careful." Fang Shiling took a look at the door and said, "Or let's..."

　　 On Chu Yuanxi's side, Fang Shiling has solved her heart disease, but has not solved the investment yet, so she doesn't want to interrupt her, besides, she hasn't had a victory or defeat with Qi Yu! However, she is also more careful. No matter how important investment is, it is not as important as her own safety. Besides, investment can be visited at home, unlike inquiring gossip that must be done overnight.

　　 But Gao Wenming didn’t care, “Go on to sing ours, I’m the golden VIP here. Don’t you worry about waiting for me to ask the manager where the fat pig is.”

Chu Yuanxi felt very bad, and said that with my years of experience following Li Zhaokai as a mobile game product manager, the gold rank is very embarrassing. I can only step on bronze, but harder silver can't be stepped on, and there are diamonds on it. And several higher ranks. In other words, if this VIP is useless, then high civilization will be useless. If this VIP is useful, it will be even worse. There are many people who can crush him.

　　 On the other side, the fat pig trot all the way to a big bag. In the process of selecting people, a row of high-quality beauties are standing in front of the big screen, each holding a number plate, dressing long or short, with thick and thin foundation.

Although the mass-market KTV is divided into large, medium and small packages in principle, there is no distinction between high and low in each hall, but this box is obviously extraordinary. The very spacious hall is covered with luxurious carpets, which is enough for a dance floor. The walls are tightly closed and comparable to a cinema.

Opposite 　　 was a long leather sofa. There were many young people sitting in the middle. In the middle was a man with pitted faces. His face was fierce. When he was young, he was definitely a master who could punch and fight. At this time in middle age, it is rare that the hairstyle is still thick, the temperament is constricted, and the ferocity is gloomy. He wore an Armani trench coat and raised the collar. He was a bit like the big brother of football coach Mourinho. , And bring a headset.

　　 There was a long-haired fat man sitting beside him. If Chu Yuanxi and Zhu Yan saw them, they would recognize it. It was Yuan Du whose appearance was ruined by fat.

　　 There are a few people in black uniforms standing on both sides of the sofa and at the door, all of them are little brothers.

　　 Yuan Du is sitting next to his eldest brother, in the position closest to the C position, with a sense of being a fan of the stars. He is trying to sound with the microphone. He saw the big slap marks on the face of the dead fat pig, and quickly asked through the microphone: "Is your face swollen, Er Lao Fat?"

　　 All the people who didn't pay attention this time also heard it, and the room was quiet for a moment.

"How am I being blinded by someone?" The dead fat pig gave a smile that was uglier than crying, then sat on the corner of the sofa, stubbed his neck, and poured a bottle of beer, "Fucking." One of the foxes, I slapped my **** and slapped me."

　　 "Should I **** you back? You wouldn't even be able to beat a bitch, would you?" Yuan Du made a contemptuous hand gesture, "Or do you love others and cherish jade?"

"I have pity for you, your uncle! The **** two guys come out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Brother heroes don't suffer from immediate losses." The dead fat pig drank the wine, held the bottle neck in his hand twice, cursing. Said: "There was a **** grandson who attacked him from behind, and said he was waiting for him to cut him, so he took the emgrand VIP card and dangled him in front of him. How many brothers go, come with me to cut him !"

　　 Yuan Du "puchi" was happy, "Don't come to this fake trick. Could it be that you were beaten back by a humiliation? Just ask for help."

　　 "Hey, **** me today, but Brother Hao gave you a consolation party. Could it be that your brother got beaten, you see a joke?"

"You said it was Brother Hao who drove me down. Wouldn't you still use you to cut people at Brother Hao's place?" Yuan Du leaned on the sofa, turned his head and looked at his eldest brother, and asked, "Brother Hao, what? do?"

Brother Hao first picked up the cigar on the coffee table and snorted his cigarette. After spitting out the smoke ring, he half-squinted his eyes and pointed to the headset boredly and said: "My little brothers just finished the report, Er Lao Fei treats the guests who came to sing as work guests. When I met someone pungent, I opened the film at that time."

　　 "Hey Hao brother, are you still helping them to speak? I saw her drunken collar ripped open, and there was still wine dripping in the clavicle. Of course I thought she was not a serious person."

"Fuck, you even paid attention to the collarbone. Are you good-looking? And how can you think that way?" Yuan Du despised the fat pig again. "It's not the first time I played with Brother Hao, Brother Hao. Don’t you understand the rules?"

　　 "What are the rules? You hurry up!" The fat pig gestured again while holding the wine bottle.

　　 "Of course if you are reasonable, Brother Hao will stand for you, and if you are wrong, Brother Hao will cut him for another reason." Yuan Du laughed, "Isn't it Brother Hao?"

　　 Sohao frowned.