Just me, song ruye.

    A loud sentence fell heavily on the banquet hall, which made everyone stare at the boy again. For her rude remarks, I didn''t know whether to be arrogant or arrogant. In short, after a few seconds of silence, Luo Jingyuan, who was careless on the throne, was restrained, and the domineering authority of the leader of the gang was released like a tiger out of the box.

    "Little brother, after drinking this cup of tea, I''ll answer this question." wearing a dark red coat, he handed a cup of green tea with a bamboo clip. It''s quite a style of old Shanghai beach. He kept it secret and reminded: "I don''t like to joke, nor do I like the younger generation to joke in front of me."

    Therefore, you''d better put away your youth, frivolous and self-knowledge, and honestly think of an answer again, otherwise it''s not as simple as throwing out today.

    The boss took it seriously, and everyone else shut up. Qi Qi looked at the handsome young man on the single sofa and imagined that she would be scared out of her mouth later.

    But in such a tight atmosphere, the boy not only did not show any timidity, but also leisurely picked up the tea cup, lowered his eyes and gently smelled the tea fragrance. With a hook on his lips, he said leisurely: "It''s a pity to use the wrong utensils for a good Dahongpao. A rough pottery can''t make a fragrance. The better things are, without proper techniques and good carriers, there''s no way to improve and break through. Tea is like this, and so are the forces of gang and sect. Am I right, boss Luo?"

    She took a sip and poured most of the cup back into the tea tray.

    "You..." Luo Zihang has never seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in front of his father. He immediately narrowed his eyes and became angry.

    "Wait a minute." at this time, Luo Jingyuan raised his hand to stop him, and his eyes stared at the opposite side, "you continue."

    Luo Zihang''s face was black and he didn''t say a word. Under the pressure, the boy didn''t change his face. He took the tea pot with his back hand and carefully added it to the purple sand pot spoonful by spoonful, "The red tiger gang was formerly the alliance of three brothers. In the later stage, the other two established their own doors, and quickly formed the trend of tripartite confrontation, which pressed on the red tiger Gang step by step. In terms of strength and resources, the red tiger Gang is no worse than the other two. If it can lose, it will lose due to the aging of the management. They are complacent and content with the status quo. When the danger comes, they found that they have more heart and less strength."

    The boiling water boils in the charcoal fire, making a gurgling sound. At this time, the whole audience is silent, and countless eyes look like seeing a ghost. Looking at the young man who exposed the red tiger gang in public, they silently worry that their boss will shoot her in the next second, and her blood will spill on the spot.

    However, the young man seemed to be unaware of it. He freely took the boiled water to make tea. His white and slender fingers gently opened the tea foam and calmly continued: "Boss Luo summoned so many young heirs to his birthday party this year, just to find a promising arm to survive the attack of the other two families. Although the night gang has not been in the limelight in recent years, it still has the inside information. Compared with selecting some new recruits, the old team is more stable."

    Most people think that this is because the father loves his son and is looking for a little partner in disguise, but only she knows that the medicine sold in the gourd in the play. Only by grasping the pulse can she make the night Gang stand out today.

    The voice fell slowly. It was just the Kung Fu of making tea.

    The clear tea was accompanied by a faint aroma. If there was no lingering in the field, the boy pinched the wooden clip, took the tea cup with his white and transparent fingertips, and handed it to him. Everything was so beautiful and noble.

    Luo Jingyuan, who had been silent, slowly took a sip of the tea. The sweet aftertaste made him close his eyes. When Luo Zihang was ready to shoot his father, he suddenly heard his harsh father look up and laugh, "hahaha... Today''s young man is really great. This tea is very good!"

    Not only did the tea brew well, but also the situation was accurately figured out. The suggestions put forward made people unable to find any reason to refuse.

    The young man understood the deep meaning of it, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was a little deep. He nodded and followed a sentence, "good tea, also has to have the value of the people who understand to appreciate."

    The night gang and the red tiger Gang have accumulated a lot and waited for the opportunity. A boat is in urgent need of help at the end of the bridge. The combination of the two is the best result.

    In just two sentences, it seems like gossip, but in fact it has established the intention of the two groups to work together.

    Finally, when Luo Jingyuan took the initiative to get up and shake hands, there were still some clouds in the audience.

    Luo Zihang was even more stupid. He stared at Danfeng''s eyes and stared at his father, who had always been silent and smiling. He not only shook hands with xiaobailian, but also nodded and praised each other.

    Until the dinner, the teenager was directly arranged next to Luo Jingyuan, and its importance is self-evident.

    But Qin Qing lost her appetite after taking a few mouthfuls of vegetables, because the boy opposite kept staring at her with a man eating expression.

    "Ruye, eat more. After eating, go to play with my boy. I think you write well and are good at making tea. You must study very well." Luo Jingyuan kindly took a chopstick and put it into the boy''s bowl. Seeing that she was polite even when she ate, he sighed, "if only you could go to school with my boy, you could urge him more."

    This kind of behavior of belittling his son is obviously not done less at ordinary times. The elders at the dinner table looked at Luo Zihang sympathetically.

    Qin Qing was awakened, pondered for a while, and said, "it''s not impossible. I''m going to open my casino in the near future. At that time, for the convenience of management, it''s a good choice to transfer to city B."

    "Hmm? Do you still have a casino?" Luo Jingyuan immediately looked at him with admiration and couldn''t hide his appreciation. "Ruye, I have to learn from your uncle when I''m free to see how he taught his children, ha ha..."

    Luo Zihang, who felt that he was not his own, stabbed the meatballs in the bowl. His anger suddenly rose to his head, sneered and said, "I really admire some people when talking about casinos. I can do anything to curry favor with my father."

    Originally, the table was a guest, and the rule was that we could no longer compete with each other, but today, Luo Zihang was too stimulated, and his mood was not controlled for the moment.

    With a slap, Luo Jingyuan patted the table on the spot

    Seeing that the atmosphere would be ignited between the father and son''s anger, Qin Qing suddenly stabbed in a light smile in the ramp, followed by Qin Qing''s voice like a spring breeze: "if Luo Shao doesn''t believe it, let''s play after dinner later."

    This kind of unstable young man can''t stand the most aggressive method. He is full of victory and defeat Valley debt, just a little.