Chapter 352 Boss Behind the Scenes

"Mr. Wang Zheng, I've kept you waiting for a long time." At this time, the middle-aged man quickly walked out of the elevator and came to Wang Zheng's side, but although he used respectful words, he could not see any respect from his cold face.

"Soon, soon, it's only half an hour." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the man. He was nearly 40 years old. He was black and thin, but Wang Zheng felt a dangerous smell from his body, which was a feeling that even Li Jianlun, the new dragon scale member just now, could not bring to Wang Zheng.

is a master!

The striker understands that the man in front of him who has no master's breath is a fork who can abolish Li Jianlun in one move. Although the striker thinks highly, he does not think he can do it like him. If he confronts Li Jianlun, it will take at least five minutes to find the winner. .

However, in the view of the striker, in the application of some means, Wang Zheng is absolutely incomparable to himself, so he just dared to say things like "I will throw him out or scrap a few parts."

Only when you have strength can you be more confident, which is true.

"There are 30 million in this card, which is the bonus you won by Mr. Wang Zheng. The initial password is 123456. You can check it now." The vanguard handed the bank card to Wang Zheng and said.

"Don't check it. I can trust you. Two million suddenly turned into 30 million. This black fist is really a huge profit. I want to invest in one." After saying that, Wang Zheng put the card in his coat pocket, and then continued to sit back next to Han Xingye with a smile, crossing his legs.

The striker frowned slightly when he saw this.

"Mr. Wang Zheng, you are..." The striker thought that Wang Zheng was going to take the money and leave, but he didn't expect that the latter's men were stuck and sat back on the sofa without any intention of leaving, which made the striker very unhappy.

"Oh, you want to ask me why I didn't leave, right?" Wang Zheng laughed and pointed to the striker and said, "Do you treat me as a fool? Your boss has no responsibility for fighting here for nothing and feuding Su Tianran? Besides, it has kept me waiting for so long. Don't you compensate me for any mental loss? He is a hooligan, pervert and scoundrel. How can there be a good thing in the world to watch the fun for free?

The striker really wants to spray Wang Zheng's old phlegm. It's your own business for you to have a grudge against Su Tianran. It's not that you have a grudge today. Do you have a farthing relationship with us?

However, since Wang Zheng said so, he still had to listen.

"I don't believe that your boss is so unsotic, although he is already very unsotic." Wang Zheng curled his lips and said, "But people should at least have a bottom line."

"You don't have a fucking bottom line." The striker thought to himself, "And there is no integrity."

Han Xingye put his arms around Wang Zheng's arm and smiled sweetly: "You have the bottom line."

Wang Zheng smiled proudly and thought that he was really cheap.

The striker hesitated for a moment, took out another bank card in his pocket and said, "Mr. Wang Zheng, there is one million in this card, just think of us apologizing to Mr. Wang Zheng."

"Did you apologize to me at that time?" Wang Zheng took the card and said, "I have never seen anyone apologize so reasonable. It's just one million. What about you as a beggar?"

The striker's face turned cold, and there was a trace of impatience in his words: "I don't know what Mr. Wang Zheng wants? What should we do to make you satisfied?

"Let your boss come out to see me." Wang Zheng said, "I want to ask him why he didn't come out to fight and watch me and Su Tianran lose both."

The striker is not weak in language at all: "First, our boss is not at home. Second, you and Su Tianran are both injured. I'm afraid you haven't even hurt a hair. Why do you lose both?"

"Don't use the first and second one with me. I hate it when people talk to me like this." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "I still said the same thing. If your boss doesn't come out, I won't leave."

"Then you can spend the night here." The striker sneered and turned to leave.

At this time, Wang Zheng picked up the phone, dialed a number and said, "Hey, Minghao, lend me 200 brothers, I have to smash a scene."

The striker glared at Wang Zheng: "Don't go too much!"

"It's you who play with me first." Wang Zheng is very depressed. Why do so many people always feel so good about themselves now?

"Amano Bar, bring someone here by yourself." After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The striker glared at Wang Zheng, clenched his fist but loosened. Obviously, he forcibly suppressed the idea of taking action against Wang Zheng.

"Half an hour, if your boss doesn't come out, I'll find someone to smash this place." Wang Zheng said coldly, "Capital, I haven't been able to deal with anyone."

"Then let's wait and see." He left a cold sentence, and the striker turned around and walked out.

Wang Zheng spread his hands to the stunned waiters and said, "Look, I'm right. Your boss doesn't care about your life or death at all. If you want to leave, go as soon as possible. There is no future for such a boss."

"Wang Shao, aren't you embarrassing me?" At this time, the elevator door opened again, and a person Wang Zheng had never guessed came out of it.

Yes, Wang Zheng had a guess about the owner behind the bar, but only ruled out this person.

"Young Master Chu, you hide so deeply." Looking at the people, the corners of Wang Zheng's mouth raised slightly, which raised a playful smile.

The comer is none other than Chu Zhaonan, one of the few princes in the capital, ranking second only to Su Tianran's second young master of the Chu family!

Wang Zheng never thought that the behind-the-scenes owner of this black boxing bar was Chu Zhaonan!

Even a man who looks so elegant on the surface has such a wild gene in his bones. It seems that there is really nothing impossible in the world.

"What, are you surprised?" Chu Zhaonan said with a wry smile, "Wang Shao, what's wrong with you? I just wanted to find a place to see the boxing, but you insisted on forcing me to appear."

Although Chu Zhaonan is the behind-the-scenes owner of this black boxing bar, he has never disclosed his identity in the circle, nor has he publicly shown himself here. If the outside world knows that Chu Zhaonan, a business genius who has always looked polite, would have made a black like a gangster under the capital. The boxing market, I'm afraid it will have a very bad impact on his image and the image of the whole Chu family.

Wang Zheng also smiled: "Actually, I'm still aware of myself. If you don't want to show up, even if I smash this place, I can't force you out."

Chu Zhaonan still smiled bitterly and said, "I know that with Wang Shao's means, as long as you want to dig deep, you can definitely find me out."

"Is I that powerful?" Wang Zheng touched his nose and said, "How could I get such a praise from Master Chu."

"Of course, they all say that Wang Shao is a dog skin plaster. It's okay not to stick it. If it is pasted, as long as you want to tear it off, it must stick to a layer of skin." Chu Zhaonan laughed.