"Brother Bin, didn't you vomit, go for such a long time?" Xiaohou asked.

Ok? Wang Huadong heard Xiaohou's intentions for the school entrance examination, but at this time he no longer panicked.

"It's okay. I drink too much. I can't drink too much." Wang Huadong staggered slightly. After sitting in a chair, he spit out a cup of sputum, "I can't vomit, let's... Brothers drink, can I vomit?"

"Why are you vomiting in your own glass..." Xiaohou suddenly felt a little sick and shouted, "Waiter, get another glass."

"No way, I drank a little too much..." Wang Huadong lightly smashed his forehead with his fist, "Why is this still spit in the white wine glass? It's a waste of food..."

"It's okay, the wine is not worth the money." Xiao Hou Qiang endured his nausea, took a cup from the waiter who came over, poured a little wine, and handed it to Wang Huadong: "Brother Bin, would you like some beer?"

"I have high uric acid, so I dare not drink beer." Wang Huadong waved his hand: "It's okay, pour less liquor...well, waiter...this cup doesn't need to be taken away, it's just reserved as a spittoon."

The waiter left the private room with a look of disgust, Xiaohou was almost disgusted, and there were spittoons on the table for dinner?

This is really disgusting. His dad opened the door to Nausea and he got home with Nausea.

The most disgusting thing is that after pushing the cup and changing the cup two or three times, he saw Wang Huadong clink with him once and took the wrong cup!

Although he reminded in time that he did not see the disgusting scene, from now on, he had to stare at Wang Huadong's cup every time he clinked glasses.

Wang Huadong can take this opportunity to observe Xiaohou more.

...

Xiao Hou really has an unusual relationship with his boss.

The more Wang Huadong and Xiaohou contacted, the more they discovered this problem.

This human city is so deep, why does he have to be so kind to himself?

...

Xiao Hou can't tell.

He had heard of this Fu Bin before, and he was quite a cruel person.

In fact, there is no shortage of ruthless people here. For example, the bald head, who killed an individual with someone else, was sentenced to fifteen years. In addition to bald heads, there are also many people who have been in prison for more than ten years.

However, most of the gangsters actually have no brains. They have their own loyalty and guidelines for being in the world. When it comes to social affairs, they may have a thorough analysis of some human nature than most people. However, Still can't change the fact that they are not smart.

Really smart people, how can they take things like robbery and stealing? This is indeed fast money, but the price/performance ratio is pitifully low. As for the batch that beats and kills, the brain is even more in arrears.

Those who are really smart have long been the bosses or heads.

Xiaohou wants to develop Fu Bin into a manager.

The person in charge must first be smart and a little bit ruthless, able to live in a place, and secondly, he must not be able to form a gang. Fu Bin like this is definitely not willing to follow him.

Although the current Fu Bin wants to go out and do it alone and want to make more money, it seems to be reluctant, but this is not a big problem. How can these people be loyal? There is also a pretense, as long as Fu Bin is given enough benefits, Fu Bin will be a wise man.

Fu Bin is alone, having himself and him temporarily vacillating, and measuring him will not have any bad effects.

However, Fu Bin's stinking problem is really disgusting!

"Xiaohou, what I said before...but it's all from the bottom of my heart, what do you think?" Wang Huadong borrowed a drink to pretend to be drunk and held up the cup.

"It's not impossible." Xiaohou carefully confirmed that Wang Huadong was indeed holding a wine glass, and then touched it: "Brother Bin, I also have this idea, but you have just come here. You must be particularly concerned. First...what is the light and the obscure..."

Wang Huadong almost blurted out, and then waved his hand indifferently: "Bullshit, don't talk to me! There are some things, you don't understand! I still don't understand that, by the way, what does the boss do? The monitoring is strict every time. You are more familiar than me. We must share the money together in the future. Tell me more about it."

If Wang Huadong hadn't asked so clearly before, it would be too easy to expose, but now it would be better to just freeze to the end.

"The boss doesn't come very often, and there is nothing to analyze in his schedule. The daily affairs here are the person next to the boss with the bald head." Xiao Hou thought for a while: "Monitoring is everywhere, I don't understand it, usually. I don't look at this much."

Wang Huadong snorted, then coughed and spat into the cup again.

Xiao Hou's thoughts were all affected by Wang Huadong's action, for fear that he would vomit into the glass again.

Phew... That's right.

"What did you just want to say?" Xiaohou asked again.

His thoughts were completely affected by Wang Huadong's spitting, and Wang Huadong said he didn't say anything and he didn't pay attention.

"It's nothing, you just don’t care. If you have anything in the future, just follow me. Now you earn 10,000 yuan a month. This is nothing. Waiting for a month, I specify that you can get three a month. Ten thousand." Wang Huadong wrote a blank check very enjoyable.

"Brother Bin, those people have been working with the boss for so long, can they really be squeezed in easily?" Xiaohou was a reminder: "How much money can be paid in total for such things as freight. It is not easy to grab an order. It’s not easy for people to trust us."

Xiao Hou's words are basically admonishing Wang Huadong.

"Don't worry about it, brother has a way! Come on, drink."

...

After 6 hours, the city bureau.

The building of the city bureau is much more majestic than the criminal investigation detachment of the Jiuhe branch.

The city bureau was newly built a few years ago and is magnificent. Although the Criminal Investigation Corps has only six floors, it is higher than the eight or nine-story residential buildings.

Wang Liang looked at the gloomy sky outside and rubbed his eyes.

"Add sugar?" Bai Song brought a cup of coffee, took a bottle of sugar in his other hand, and put the coffee on Wang Liang's table.

"No, that's it, thank you." Wang Liang picked up the cup, drank a little, and almost vomited: "You didn't even add creamer?"

"Don't you want to drink the original flavor?" Bai Song turned around ~lightnovelpub.net~ and added two spoons of sugar to his cup, and stirred with the stirring rod.

"I was wrong. Let's add sugar. I'm not used to this stuff." Wang Liang got up and went to get the can of sugar, but he almost couldn't stand firm.

Bai Song grabbed Wang Liang, "Don't stay up late, it's time to rest."

"I'm fine." Wang Liang shook his head, took Bai Song's cup of coffee that had been adjusted, and took a sip: "Damn, you even added creamer."

"I'm afraid you won't be used to drinking..." Bai Song changed the subject, "Go to sleep."

"Okay, call me tomorrow morning." After Wang Liang finished speaking, holding the cup of Baisong, he walked out directly.

Bai Song took a deep breath and checked the time. It was three thirty in the morning.

...

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