Chapter 1303: Worship (4)
Yuan Chunbo’s reputation in Chaonan City is not very good. People who know him fear him and respect him three points. They all know that he is a smiling tiger with a knife in his smile. As far as his appearance is concerned, no one is with him. He should be in awe at first acquaintance, after all, even if he is smiling, he doesn't look like that easy to talk character.
So when Wei Sheng embraced his chest and closed his eyes unscrupulously beside him, resting in the corner of the window, Yuan Chunbo began to wonder.
Both of them were sitting in the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz. Yuan Chunbo used his peripheral vision to look at this woman. He still had the vision of knowing people over the years. Although this woman was wearing a little embarrassed, her natural demeanor was not bluffing. , That can't be concealed by sloppy clothes and embarrassed appearance, and Yuan Chunbo has a strange feeling.
I feel that from her gaze, she often shows a kind of familiarity and kindness to herself. The look in her eyes is like looking at an old friend, and she never reveals it inadvertently, without the slightest fear or guard, which makes Yuan Chunbo unable to touch it. mind.
Of course, it is good for him not to be wary of the other party. Seeing her desolate appearance, Yuan Chunbo pondered her on the way and explored her. If he could use it to act as a cash cow for himself and Mr. Li, this time he would even get a big deal. What's more, such a woman's house had a bad reputation in the early years, and she was displaced abroad, and she was not afraid of not being able to rectify her with her own kindness.
"After Mr. Huang died, who will head the Hong family now?" Wei Sheng beside him suddenly said.
Yuan Chunbo looked at her in surprise, but saw that she was still closing her eyes.
"Ms. Wei still has a connection with the Hong family?" A hint of surprise flashed in Yuan Chunbo's eyes.
Wei Sheng took the corner of his mouth.
"It's Mr. Kong." Yuan Chunbo said. I wondered again, how can I not know who is in charge now if I really have a connection.
"Master Kong Zhandong? Where is Liang Donghua?" Wei Sheng asked again.
Yuan Chunbo opened his mouth even more surprised, "Mr. Liang?"
After talking, he laughed, "This...hehe, Miss Wei can really make a joke, this is the above matter, how can the people below us know so clearly." The fighting above and below are also somewhat heard. Mr. Liang is from the Hong family. The mainstay of Mr. Kong, Mr. Kong is the descendant of Mr. Huang, as for the others, they are too far away from him, who is far south from the outside door of the Uyghur Party. He is just wondering what Wei Sheng is.
"It seems that Cao Zuojin is still defeated after all, what about the others?" Wei Sheng asked again.
Yuan Chunbo cleared his tight throat, "I heard that he absconded to Macau."
Wei Sheng frowned and opened his eyes to look at Yuan Chunbo, "Macau? It seems that Peter Zhang is still so willing to interfere with other people's housework, is Yan Baiqing still running south now?"
Yuan Chunbo's throat became more and more dry. He licked his dry fat lips and smiled wryly. "Ms. Wei still knows Mr. Yan?"
Wei Sheng glanced at Yuan Chunbo's complexion, continued to tighten his clothes, curled up in the corner of the car window and closed his eyes, with a smile on his mouth.
Xin said that this old Yuan was a bit awkward. He pursed his **** and knew that he was going to pull a few shit, so his little abacus couldn't work in front of him.
On the contrary, Li Xianzong, it is better to avoid the intersection with him this time. Wei Sheng made up his mind and parted ways with Yuan Chunbo when he came to the south. When Cyril went to Cambridge to discuss the experimental method with Old Hawking, he thought of whether the experiment will be successful again. Unknown, Wei Sheng felt inexplicably irritable again.
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