"I have said before that I don't want this antique worth 12 million yuan. I'm just making friends with you. I'm here with sincerity. You insist on giving money. Young people are a little angry and young and energetic. I understand, but who doesn't know if you ask about my Wang Hao's name in the Demon City?

As a veteran, I would like to advise you, brother, that we can stay at the forefront of everything and meet in the future. Don’t do anything to yourself, and cause unnecessary trouble for your family.”

Wang Hao, holding a sunglasses in his hand and shaved bald head, looked solemn. He was about 1.9 meters tall, weighed 180 to 90 kilograms, and was full of strong muscles. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was definitely a vicious and not easy to provoke.

Ordinary people must take a detour when they see such people. Ordinary people will not easily rush out with him. However, at this time, the man who seemed to be showing off his might and his aura was a little soft-hearted, and even his momentum was no longer as tough as before.

When Chu Mo just appeared, Wang Hao thought Chu Mo was a rich second generation who was idle and had nothing to do. He had seen many such children, and he showed off his power because he had two spare money at home. However, once he encountered a real tough situation, these rich second generations were the first to surrender.

However, when Chu Mo had to repay 20 million as compensation, Wang Hao realized something was wrong.

It is normal for a rich second generation of the same generation to have a pocket money of 100,000 or 80,000 yuan. Even if there is an extra 800,000 yuan, Wang Hao has seen it, but it is really rare to say that any rich second generation can take out 20 million yuan at once and have no blinking. Even the direct heirs of the four major families of the Demon City will be painful.

The rich second-generation at that level could no longer be easily provoked by Wang Hao's worth of billions. However, he never expected that the young man opposite not only sent 20 million in cash with one call, but also found a bunch of helpers who were not easy to provoke at first sight.

Wang Hao is also half a trainer. He has practiced boxing for two years before, but when he was the hawk-eyed man who was one head taller than him, he glanced at him and Wang Hao knew that he and others were not of the same magnitude at all.

Looking at the dozens of black-clad bodyguards behind the young man opposite, Wang Hao was sure that even one of these people, one-on-one, their chances of winning would not exceed half. As for those burly men over two meters tall, they might not be able to get close to them.

I was following my bodyguards of this level, and there were forty or fifty at once... I was afraid that I would not have the short answer as mentioned on the iron plate.

The bald man's tone had already given up. If he was an ordinary person at this time, both sides would find a way out. Everyone laughed and laughed and even finished the matter.

It’s a pity that he met Chu Mo.

A person who is not short of money and is not afraid of trouble.

Chu Mo didn't even look at the bald man. He put his eyes on the cautious middle-aged man beside him and said in a plain voice:

"Uncle Zhang, I have already paid back the money for you. The matter of the antique is over. He just slapped you. Uncle Zhang, you will return this slap back now. We are considered equal. As for whether the antique is true or false, or whether it is worth the price, that is the next thing. Let's settle this matter first and calculate one thing."

Chu Mo's expression was dull. During this period, he had been dealing with people of the level of Mr. Lu, the patriarch of the four major clans, Wang Lin, and even the heir of the Rothschild family. Both his vision and mood were far from comparable before.

Although Chu Mo had no expression on his face, his expression exuded a powerful and confident aura at all times.

However, Chu Mo did not take the bald man opposite seriously, but Uncle Zhang in front of him did not have this confidence.

He is just a migrant worker who has been working outside for many years and has learned to endure for his wife and children at home and is used to retreating and tolerating. When encountering problems, his first thought in his mind is to give in. He will never argue with others for a temporary fight, and it is even more impossible to ignore the future of the family and conflict with others.

The bald man slapped him just now, but he was not thinking about fighting back, but constantly apologizing. Even if Chu Mo stood up for him now, facing the tall bald man, he didn't dare to go up to greet the other person on the face.

The bald man opposite had a gloomy face. He didn't dare to do anything to Chu Mo, but his triangular eyes stared at Uncle Zhang with gloomy eyes. Obviously, he could not accept such a lower-level person slapped him in the face.

"Xiao Mo... My ID card is still in his hands. He knows where my family lives. If I really go back, the whole family will not pass. I think... I'll just let it go!"

When Uncle Zhang, who looked cowardly, Chu Mo frowned slightly. If he wanted to reconcile, he would not have to trouble someone to send money here just now. Chu Mo didn't care about the tens and twenty millions at all. In comparison, Chu Mo cared more about the slap on Uncle Zhang's face.

But when he saw Uncle Zhang's cowardly and careful look in front of him, he knew that even if he was talking nonsense today, Uncle Zhang would never dare to return the slap he had been given back.

Taking a deep breath and not saying anything more, Chu Mo took his eyes off Uncle Zhang. He didn't blame Uncle Zhang for being cowardly. This middle-aged man carries too much. He has a wife who has been ill for many years, two sons who have grown up and need to build a house to marry his wife. There are also old people and a family, waiting for him to get rid of the blame. If he was still like those young people, and he was angry with a disagreement, then his family would have been ruined and he would not be able to wait for the present.

Chu Mo put his gaze on the bald man opposite him, and he said with a plain expression:

"My uncle's ID card is being held in your place?"

After Chu Mo's words fell, the bald man in front of him took out an ID card from his shirt pocket. He glanced and said coldly:

"Zhang Tiancheng, from Chujia Village, Zhuma Town, Lin County, Z City, I have recorded the address, and I hope I won't use this address in the future."

The bald man finished speaking, but he threw his ID card in front of Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang with a panic look on his face was about to bend down to pick it up, but Chu Mo suddenly held Uncle Zhang and shook his head slightly. Chu Mo said solemnly:

"Uncle, you have been tolerant for half your life. Even if you were stepped on by someone before, you would change your posture and make it more comfortable for others to step on it. Uncle Zhang, now you have buried the loess in your chest. If you hold it on, you will never be able to turn over. This time, we can't bear it anymore."

After Chu Mo's words fell, a commotion came again not far away. After a moment, a fat middle-aged man, followed by several men in suits and ties, rushed towards the place quickly.

The crowd was split again, and the middle-aged man, who was slightly panting, came to Chu Mo, nodded slightly, and said in a serious voice:

"Mr. Chu, I am Huang Gao, general manager of the Magic City Financial Building. I just received a call from Chairman Zhan. Chairman Zhan is already on the way and will arrive in about a few minutes. Please give me any instructions if you have anything."

The fat middle-aged man finished speaking, and the bald man opposite him looked lit up, and he suddenly laughed:

"Mr. Huang? It's me, Wang Hao from Haoguang Real Estate! I didn't expect to see Mr. Huang here."

The bald man had a smile on his face. He took the initiative to step forward and hold the fat middle-aged man's hand, and said enthusiastically:

"I really don't know each other without fighting. Mr. Huang, I have a little misunderstanding with you Mr. Chu... Hi, I knew that you knew Mr. Chu and Mr. Huang, so how could you make a fuss just now? They are all friends. It's really a flood that has rushed to the Dragon King Temple. The whole family doesn't know each other anymore."

The bald man obviously knew the fat Mr. Huang. He seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and winked at the other party desperately. At this time, he had a hint of embarrassment on his face. Finally, in the tightly clasped hands of the bald man, Huang Gao, as the general manager of the Magic City Financial Building, lowered his head gently and said:

"Mr. Chu, this king is always the VIP guest in our Mocheng Financial Building. They are all their own people. Look..."

Before he could finish his words, Chu Mo, who frowned slightly, said directly:

"From tomorrow, you won't be able to go to work in the Financial Building. I will notify Zhan Bingxue to recruit a general manager again!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged manager who was originally cautious in his face immediately frozen. He lowered his head slightly and said in a serious voice:

"Mr. Chu, there may be some misunderstandings. I have been working in the Magic City Financial Building for ten years. It was cultivated by the head of the family, Mr. Zhou Shixing. When Mr. Chu took over the Financial Building, he signed an agreement with the head of the family to leave some backbone members to assist Mr. Chu in managing the Financial Building. Therefore, my stay and departure should be decided by Mr. Chu and Zhou Weimin, the current head of the Zhou family....!"

"What do you mean is that as the owner of the Magic City Financial Building, I can't even decide whether to stay or not of a small employee of my company?" Chu Mo's lips curled up slightly, but there was a slight cold chill in his eyes.

This matter was originally just a conflict between him and the bald man opposite him. According to Chu Mo's guess, this bald man should have a net worth of hundreds of millions or tens of billions, otherwise he would not be able to afford tens of millions of antiques. However, the net worth of hundreds of millions or tens of billions of dollars is simply a bed bug in Chu Mo's eyes, and he can kill him at will.

But now the Zhou family in the Demon City suddenly broke in, which made the originally very simple matter suddenly complicated. The Zhou family is one of the four major families in the Demon City. Although Chu Mo is not afraid of opposing such a family, he also feels extremely troublesome.

Nothing is as refreshing as the bald man on the opposite side who is afraid of death.

There was already a little impatient expression in his expression. Chu Mo, who had a cold vision, looked directly at the fat middle-aged man in front of him. He said coldly:
Chapter completed!