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215 Dongfeng(2/2)

After saying that, he coughed in front of the dull two people, sighed, picked up the newspaper and an umbrella, and stood up and acted to leave.

"Hey, Mr. Pan, what do you mean?" Fang Bingsheng stood up in a hurry, supported himself on the table with one hand, and grabbed Pan Jinxing's arm and clothes with the other.

Pan Jinxing shook his arm and waved Fang Bingsheng's hand, turned around and looked at the stunned two people and said with a sneer:

"Tell you? What do you tell you!

This is my personal grudge between Zhang Qijie, and you and Zhang Qijie are two parties that will die!

I just want to get my own money back, but you want to kill the Liberals and them.

If you are going to kill Zhang Qijie, who will I ask for money?

Even if I work with you, I might anger the Liberal Party. The Liberal Party is the host of the brothers' arms. The group of bandits selling arms are well-known in Fujian and are very powerful. The Qing people dare not offend them! If Zheng Abao angry with me, even if Zhang Qijie is determined, he would not dare to give it to me!

Of course, if Zhang Qijie and I have a broken-up relationship, I will come to you again.

Come to you willingly.

Now the well water does not interfere with the river. You choose your lift, kill your horse, and borrow your east wind. Only then can Zhang Qijie be afraid and I can get back my money. The more you are, the better!

In this matter, you are the east wind, Zhang Qijie is Cao and Zhuge Liang, and only with the east wind can you burn the Red Cliff. You cannot give me 90,000 Song Yuan and US dollars? You don’t owe me anything.

goodbye!"

I heard the two Democratic bosses say something: this bastard is so thorough about this matter, and he uses his own strength, but he does not intend to surrender.

After talking about it, Pan Jinxing lowered his head and murmured to himself: "The Democratic Party believes it. Maybe I should ask him for 200,000, yes! 200,000! He, a slaughterman in Yisong, can be so successful when he returns to China. It's so inappropriate."

Yi Cheng wanted to persuade Pan Jinxing, but looking at Pan Jinxing's gritting teeth and determined to win, he knew that the other party, an old man from the Qing Dynasty, could not change his mind. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It would be fine if Mr. Pan doesn't believe that the Liberal Party is a bandit, but why not give us a personal certificate address? Haven't you given a reporter? Anyway, someone knows it, so what if you give it to us? We can find newspapers to find the government office to make the east wind blow more vigorously."

Pan Jinxing sneered and pointed his finger at his chest and said, "Actually, I regretted it to the reporter, but no one told them to believe it? And so what if I told the reporter? Ten years ago, Zhang Qijie was infringing on me! It was not that person who had witnessed a traitor! Is it the victim's words credible or the bystanders who said credible? Everything can be discussed! If Zhang Qijie offers a price in line with my wishes, I can turn against the night in public! For example, I can say that Zhang Qijie and I are old friends in the United States, and I just lend him to him at all! If Zhang Qijie is despicable and shameless, don't blame me for ruining him! In a word, the reputation that Zhang Qijie has accumulated is in my hands, not in the hands of a person's witness!"

After saying that, the two of them were shocked, turned around and left. At this time, the door happened to open. The smiling guy brought in a big plate. The noodles were the best tea and fruits in this teahouse, because it was a waste of time to prepare for this. Pan Jinxing slightly flashed over the guy, grabbed a handful of lychees from inside, tucked them in his suit pocket, and continued to walk out.

When he arrived at the door, he turned around and shouted to Yi Cheng and Fang Bingsheng: "One digging graves, the other sells sawdust. If I were a voter, I would not vote for your Democratic Party! Humph!"

After saying that, he left with his longevity.

Fang Bingsheng inside gritted his teeth and shouted to Yi Cheng with a grimace on his face: "Maybe I..."
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