"You said that was the rule of your Longxinghui, and our own underground railway sales hall also had its own rules." The man replied, then lowered his head and looked for something inside.

"Have me up." Jiang Cheng was angry at this time, and nothing could tolerate in his eyes. Because of this, he became very dissatisfied when he saw the man lower his body.

Jiang Cheng suddenly pulled the other party's body up, then glared and said, "Hurry up and pay for it! Otherwise, I will demolish your sales hall."

"Brother, please spare me!" The man at the front desk said tremblingly. He felt that if his life was unknown, it would be too unfair. After all, the door of the sales hall was not his own, so the person Jiangcheng should be looking for should not be him.

"Boss, I'll give you the manager's phone number. Can you negotiate with our manager? The loss of money is really not my responsibility. Even if I want to lose money to you, I don't have any money myself, right?" said the man at the front desk, then glanced at himself and picked up a business card from the table.

He handed the business card directly to Jiang Cheng.

"You call our manager, and our manager will be fully responsible for what happened to you." The man said: "You must rest assured about this."

"Haha, don't mention that manager to me again." Britney suddenly interrupted at this time, but just as she was about to continue speaking, the front desk man found something was wrong, so he hurriedly covered his hand with his mouth.

"I will solve your affairs for you now, and I will ensure that you receive a considerable compensation." The man at the front desk said.

Britney paused and I thought to myself, "Is the one you he just pointed to, is it me?"

In such doubt, Britney closed her mouth and bit her hard, "Ah!"

Then, the front desk man retracted his hand in pain.

"You are sick, why are you biting me for no reason?"

However, Britney did not take the other party's fear seriously, and he then asked, "Are you talking to me just now? Are you responsible for my compensation?"

"Yes, yes, I'm responsible for your compensation." The front desk man nodded desperately, for fear that Britney would not hear it. But her behavior was puzzled by Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng looked at the man at the front desk with his eyes curled up: "What did you say just now?"

"I think something is wrong." Jiang Cheng said: "My compensation needs to be approved by the manager, and my friend's compensation can be approved directly by you. What's going on?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Cheng raised his hand high and then patted hard: "Explain it to me!"

"Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng shouted.

The front desk man heard Jiang Cheng's words and quickly took three or four steps back. He seemed to be frightened.

“I, I…”

Because of Jiangcheng's fierce words just now, the front desk man has now become unable to even speak clearly. He is chattering, but he doesn't know what he is talking about.

"You tell me what you say clearly, otherwise I will demolish your sales hall. If you don't believe it, I can demolish your front desk location first."

Jiang Cheng has always been a person who speaks the Tao, so after he finished speaking, he really lifted the table weighing kilograms.

However, at that moment, the reward and punishment lumbar spine suddenly felt uncomfortable and then let go of his hand.

"Bang!" Although the table had just been raised about two centimeters, it still made a loud noise at the moment it landed, and it resounded throughout the sales hall.

"It hurts!" Jiang Cheng covered his back with one hand and retreated. He kept signaling to Britney, as if he wanted the other party to come and help him.

"Jiang Cheng, you're fine." Britney seemed to be in tune with each other, and knew something was wrong with Jiang Cheng, and immediately ran over, and then hugged the other person's body behind Jiang Cheng.

"Your waist?" Britney asked, "Is it because of the old problem again?"

"Yes!" Jiang Cheng nodded helplessly. It seemed that the two of them had experienced such a thing many times, so that Britney could know about Jiang Cheng in such a moment. His question just was just to make it more certain.

"Let's leave here quickly. If your old problem doesn't go back to the headquarters of Longxinghui, it will not be cured." Britney said, "Only Long's bribery can there be medicine to treat your veterans."

Britney was a little worried, with a worried look in her eyes, and then he glanced at the man in front of the room.

"Are there any tickets to the Longxing Club?" Britney shouted.

"This..." The front desk man was whispering and stopped talking. Based on the other party's reaction, Britney could roughly infer that the other party should have a train ticket, but he just didn't want to sell it to them.

"Tell me, do you still have any remaining train tickets?" Britney suddenly let go of her hand, glared at the front desk man, and approached him step by step.

"I really don't, really don't." The front desk man argued, but he didn't know that Britney already knew everything.

Then, Britney jumped onto the table at the front desk with one foot. The wooden table made of red shirt was shaking after Britney stood on it, and it was about a second before it stabilized.

"What's this a broken table, so trash." Britney murmured, a little unhappy. But what he was even more unhappy now was not about the table, and about the man in the front desk.

"Did you sell all the train tickets to those scalpers?" Britney shouted, then leaned forward slightly and looked down at the other party. His posture was simply a gesture of questioning the prisoner.

"I also……"

When Britney saw the other party wanting to say something he dared not say, she directly warned: "You'd better explain the facts to me clearly, otherwise you will suffer."

"I don't stop you from saying what you say, don't believe it."

Britney's warning seemed to have a little effect, and the other party murmured: "This is the task assigned by our manager. I don't know why the manager sold the train tickets to those scalpers. According to what he said, it seems to be to make more money."

"Your manager?" Britney shouted. As soon as the other party reminded him, he remembered the scene of talking on the phone with the bastard before.

"Well, it's our manager. You just went on the phone with him. You should know that his voice belongs to the kind of magnetic voice that no one of us envies."

"Don't mention that bastard to me. If he really comes, I must peel him off." Britney said viciously, his eyes were full of anger. Anyone could understand something at this moment. Don't mess with Britney.

"I'd better talk less so as not to die." The man at the front desk realized the danger, so he remained silent about everything about the manager.

But at this moment, the phone at the edge of the front desk suddenly rang, and the man in the front desk looked at Britney with dry eyes. He didn't know whether he wanted to go over to answer the phone or let the phone ring there.

"Whose phone number is that?" Britney asked, pointing her hand at the old phone number that she had only used in the 1980s.

Because the phone is relatively old, the ringtone is even more unpleasant and very unpleasant. Britney almost had to cover her ears to withstand this sound.

"Come over and answer the phone quickly, hurry up!" Britney shouted.

Because Britney couldn't stand the sound, he could only choose to let the front desk man go over to answer the phone, which was good news for the front desk man. Because the front desk man knew very well that the person who came over the call was their manager.

Their phone calls in the 1980s have a very interesting setting. As long as the calls are called by different people, they all have different ringtones, and of course, the pairing of this ringtone can be actively selected according to your needs.

In order to ensure that he could receive a call every time, the front desk man made the ringtone corresponding to the manager into a particularly harsh and particularly unpleasant jazz about South Africa.

It was also helpful for him to do this, at least he could wake her up every time he slept, which was very successful!

"Hey, manager! Is there anything wrong?" the man at the front desk asked after receiving the call.

In that second, Britney's eyes suddenly became sharp. He remembered again that the person corresponding to the hoarse voice was a bastard, and a bastard who could only call legal counsel. Britney felt itchy hands and had to teach the other party a lesson.

"If that bastard comes to sell, I must let him try my best to not stop you."

Britney secretly made an oath on the side, then jumped down from the table and came to Jiangcheng.

"Your health is fine?" Britney asked, but he knew that his question was just about Hanxu's concern for him on weekdays, and it did not have any substantial effect, and it was absolutely impossible to get a good answer.

"What do you think! I was injured just now, how could I recover so quickly?" Jiang Cheng said helplessly, looking at the other person with dry eyes, and a few wrinkles suddenly added to his forehead, and it seemed that the pain had happened again.

Seeing this, Britney said, "I'm just a habitual question. You don't need to say that to me! Look at your old injuries, they are getting worse and worse at any time. When you asked you to treat them early, you didn't listen, but now it's getting better and more difficult to treat."
Chapter completed!