Chapter 92 [034] Murong Yunqing (2)

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"How do you say this? Yang Dejie's foundation is quite solid. No one has ever been able to shake him in City A for so many years." Liang Sen asked inexplicably.

Murong Yunqing smiled without answering.

Just now, he received a call, asking him to quickly clear all interests between himself and Yang Dejie.

This phone call is enough to prove that Yang Dejie may not be able to escape this time.

"Mr. Murong, what should we do with the girl who hurt our cousin brother?" Liang Sen knew that some things should be known and some things should not be known, so he changed the subject.

"Don't move for now." Murong Yunqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Liang Sen, I warn you, before I give any orders, you'd better not act rashly just because Lin Dongnan is your brother's subordinate, otherwise, you will be punished. Dispose of!"

"Mr. Murong—"

Liang Sen was told the central matter, and said a little unwillingly, "No matter what, Lin Dongnan is a brother in our gang. He was injured in public in the Pearl Tower. If he doesn't get some justice, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public!"

"Liang Sen—"

Murong Yunqing's tone suddenly became slow, with a faint smile on his lips, "Do you think I should teach me how to do things?"

Seeing his tone and expression, Liang Sen's back suddenly became cold, his face was horrified, he hurriedly bowed and nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I was rash and abrupt, and I will never dare again."

"Leave the little finger on the left hand?" Murong Yun took a breath of smoke calmly, "This punishment is really light."

Liang Sen was sweating profusely, gritted his teeth, took out a small self-defense dagger from his body, closed his eyes, and tried everything hard. The little finger of his left hand fell to the ground, causing severe pain.

But he didn't dare to show pain, instead he covered the bleeding and looked at Murong Yunqing with a pale face.

"Take your fingers and leave!" Murong Yunqing's face still looked gentle and calm, but the light behind the lens was so cold that it felt frosty.

"Thank you, Mr. Murong."

Liang Sen hurriedly bent over to pick up the severed finger, closed the door and left——

Murong Yunqing put the cigarette butt in his hand on the ashtray, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed Song Xuan's number.

"Hehe, Mr. Song, how are you!" His voice returned to the smooth tone of the original businessman, not the indifference and coldness that he had just now.

"Boss Murong, hello!" Song Xuan's voice was warm and low-mellow, like a jar of freshly opened plum wine in early spring.

"Ha ha--"

Murong Yunqing laughed dryly, "I have bought a new batch of jade in Yushixuan, and I want you to help me. I wonder if Mr. Song is free?"

"Boss Murong called, even if he is not free, he will become free." Although Song Xuan seemed to be a bookish businessman, after all, he was also a businessman, and he was especially slick and thoughtful.

"Haha, Mr. Song is loyal enough. I wonder if you will bring your cute and clever female disciple here? For the sake of our long-time friends, I have one more thing to benefit you. My people are tonight. A few truckloads of wool have been brought back from Myanmar, you have always been interested in gambling stones, I can let you grab a fresh one, how?" Murong Yunqing said with a smile.

"Thank you Boss Murong for your care. Song will be here on time tonight. As for whether Zimei is free, you have to ask her." Song Xuan was thinking about seeing Yang Zimei, but he was not famous. Now, Murong Yunqing took this opportunity After handing it over, he also called her and said that he would take her to meet jade and gambling stones.

Thinking of her big smart eyes, his heart seemed to be gently fiddled with feathers on it, soft and soft.

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