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This is not a tongue twister, and everyone present can understand it.

So... the seven or eight young people who surrounded Zhang Xiaojian and others in the shape of a half moon suddenly had wonderful expressions.

The name Zhang Xiaojian is not terrifying to many people who know it, but it is especially terrifying to the young people in the box.

Because they all know what they have done in this month with these three words.

Perhaps Zhang Xiaojian didn't know the effect and power of this name, but they knew it very well.

Thanks to their support, Zhang Xiaojian has recently become famous in the so-called various circles of Ning Yuan.

And the appearance of the Lord today... really makes them at a loss.

The slightly trembling fingers of'Little Sword Brother' are enough to show how virtual he is now.

Because he knew that Zhang Xiaojian was a legendary figure in Ning Yuan, the owner of the fourth building on Daqingshan, and a top rich man with at least one hundred billion.

As long as the righteous master thinks, moving his finger every minute can kill himself like an ant.

So'Little Sword Brother' was panicked, a group of panic, so panic that they could no longer speak, and almost lost themselves.

And the'Gao Qingsong' sitting next to him looked at Gao Qingsong: "So you are..."

Gao Qingsong smiled. After he hadn't smoked for a long time, he took a pack of cigarettes on the table and took out one, lit it, and inhaled deeply: "Well, I am Gao Qingsong. I really liked astronomy when I was a child. The vast and mysterious temperament?"

'Gao Qingsong': "..."

He finally understood why the flattery before was so sincere, and he was boasting himself for a long time.

And the little girl with heavy makeup looked at Ye Mozhu, and she also understood that Ye Mozhu is the real one.

Ye Mozhu didn't tell her that my old mother is the most beautiful in the world, but just smiled. The kind-hearted girl... actually comforted the girl with a smile, as if telling her, don't be afraid...it's not a big deal.

The matter is really not big.

Judging from the current situation, it is an imposter at best.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't plan to do anything. He looked at the young people standing stupidly, but with no momentum: "Sit down, let's talk slowly."

'Brother Xiaojian' said nervously: "Brother Xiaojian, we...we..."

Before he could speak neatly, Zhang Xiaojian said, "Don't, you are Brother Xiaojian."

'Brother Xiaojian' stammered back: "I'm not..."

"Then who are you?"

"I am a good person...really, I am a good person."

"Fuck off."

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The dance floor in the night arena is playing exciting dance music.

Xiao Wang sat on the bar with a bottle of beer and frowned as he watched the beautiful DJ girl with a pretty waist and a headset not far away.

It’s not that the beauty is not good-looking. In fact, the beauty is a net red face, oval-shaped, high nose, pouting lips, straight eyebrows, um...Although it’s somewhat the same, it’s really good in shape, but in his head. All I was thinking about was what happened to the private room upstairs.

After staring for half an hour, Xiao Wang finally found that there was a mole on the beauty's belly button and finally took his gaze back. He glanced at the time, and wondered why he hadn't called himself yet, was it all stuffed inside?

If Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong were both folded here, his sin would be serious, and it would be really shameful to go out in the future.

So Xiao Wang picked up the phone and called Gao Qingsong. He was ready. If Gao Qingsong didn't pick it up, he would directly smash the door.

The imaginable thing did not happen, Gao Qingsong not only answered the phone, but also asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask you what's wrong, what can I do..."

"It's okay, it's class."

"Class?" Xiao Wang's mouth crooked. He didn't understand the meaning of class at all, so he naturally asked, "What class?"

"Maybe I will take a class on morality?" Gao Qingsong replied uncertainly.

...

...

In the IMEI Clubhouse 404 box, there is indeed some meaning of class.

The counterfeit'Brother Xiaojian' and his companions, sitting on the sofa like students, straightened their backs and looked straight, as if they were listening attentively.

Their teacher is really Zhang Xiaojian, but it seems that because he just took office, he needs to understand the students.

So Zhang Xiaojian’s question is: "What is your name?"

"Meng Fanlong..."

"How about you?"

"Ye Shuang."

"How about you?"

"My name is Zhao Qing."

"Did you meet a person named Gu Yande yesterday and beat him?"

Everyone panicked, and it really was because of yesterday's thing that they came to the door.

Meng Fanlong, the former'Little Sword', showed an awkward smile: "I did it yesterday...mostly because of the effects of alcohol. In fact, we are usually very kind...mainly afraid of him, or else We will pay..."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand: "You don't need to pay, you play well."

I was frightened at first, listening to Zhang Xiaojian's words, the people headed by Meng Fanlong were frightened. What does it mean to fight well? This is the irony...

"We can do more..."

"If you say you fight well, just fight well, what nonsense."

Meng Fanlong was held back and did not dare to continue speaking.

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Apart from him, have anyone who came to Brother Xiaojian to do business before have been beaten?"

This is something that Zhang Xiaojian must understand. Although he doesn't think his reputation is important, it's okay to lose in his own hands, and let others lose. This is really...unacceptable.

Meng Fanlong and Zhao Qing shook their heads like a rattle.

But the little girl named Ye Shuang said sincerely: "Really nothing... Generally, things are done. If you can't do it, you can tell you can't do it. If you can do it, you will charge a small fee. Do business...the most particular and kind."

For them, just listen to half of it.

Zhang Xiaojian asked again: "Have you ever deceived?"

"No, this is really nothing."

Meng Fanlong said with one stroke: "Although it is your name, we can't judge our reputation. Doesn't that mean we have cut off the wealth? It is a deal where both parties negotiate a price, and there is no extra charge."

Zhang Xiaojian looked at what he said sincerely, and the attitude of the young people in front of him was good, so he nodded in satisfaction.

With his satisfied look, everyone felt relieved, but Zhang Xiaojian said to Gao Qingsong in the next sentence: "Okay, call the police, the evidence is conclusive, and it will be handled by the authorities."

Gao Qingsong agreed. Although this matter may not be painful or itchy even if there is a penalty, it is always a solution.

Meng Fanlong was anxious and said, "No, Brother Xiaojian, we are really good people, can we..."

Zhang Xiaojian glanced at him: "Are you acting as Infernal Affairs?"

Meng Fanlong said: "I used my name to donate money to the Jianxing Charity Fund... and I went to apply for a job, but I didn't want me..."

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned when he heard the words: "Huh?"

...

...

Five minutes later, Ye Mozhu, the second in charge of the Jianxing Charity Fund, pushed open the door of the 404 box: "Really, Meng Fanlong, one million, you just returned to Ningyuan to attend the next day of the dance."

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Meng Fanlong in amazement: "One million, lavish shots."

Meng Fanlong smiled humbly: "If you make money, you have to give back to the society. I learned from you, and learned from you..."

Zhang Xiaojian's face was entangled, what's so special... Is the reversal too sudden...