Qingming ahead of time?

Qiao Dongsheng first became angry, and then their expressions were extremely solemn, because they saw Confucius walking into the bar with a group of people.

Behind Lan Xiaomo's luxury car, there were six Hummers with rough lines and military cards parked.

Compared with Lan Xiaomo's luxury, this neatly arranged team showed an indescribable arrogance.

In the dazzling light, Confucius in a black tunic suit walked in slowly with more than twenty people, like a god.

Qiao Dongsheng and the others were shocked, their eyes flashed with more shocking light, and they obviously recognized who came.

Lan Xiaomo also narrowed his eyes, and his pretty face was a little more solemn. He seemed to know how sacred Confucius was. He wondered if he should move out of his father tonight?

When she frowned, Ye Tianlong shook her palm and gave a comforting force: "Don't worry, nothing will happen tonight."

Several companions around Qiao Dongsheng crawled to the front, yelling together: "Kong Shao!"

"roll!"

Confucius kicked the people who were in the way and didn't regard each other as his own, and walked straight to the stage.

This made Qiao Dongsheng feel uneasy in his heart for some reason, and for a while, he didn't know if he was going forward or not.

Being overwhelmed by Confucius' aura, Zhong Hong and Huang Mao huddled away from half a meter tremblingly. A dozen people shrank into a ball, bewildered and watched.

People who can make Qiao Dongsheng absolutely respectful, Zhong Hong and others can naturally judge their identity, so they instinctively correct their identity.

The humble can only look to the strong.

The corners of Qiao Dongsheng’s mouth kept moving, and he struggled to squeeze out: "Kong... less..."

When Confucius passed by Qiao Dongsheng and heard him yelling, he just glanced at him coldly, and then walked towards the stage without stopping.

Qiao Dongsheng didn't dare to speak any anger, on the contrary, he was sweating and felt a bad breath.

Everyone's eyes moved with the movement of Confucius, and finally locked onto the leisurely Ye Tianlong. There was no doubt that it was the protagonist.

The ruthless Confucius didn't even look at other people, let alone the group of waste materials who were coveting his face and walked directly in front of Ye Tianlong.

He didn't care how many people were there, how many eyes were staring at him, opened his arms and laughed loudly:

"Ye Shao, I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road, I'm late."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "Fortunately, I can have supper together later."

Confucius reached out for a bottle of red wine and a goblet: "According to the rules we agreed, latecomers will punish themselves for three glasses."

Ye Tianlong smiled and held it down: "Kong Shao is polite."

"Ye Shao, rules are rules, these three glasses of wine are not counted."

After Confucius finished speaking, before Ye Tianlong reached out to stop him, he poured three full glasses of red wine, and Gululu drank them all clean.

This action immediately attracted the attention of the audience, completely shocked and unbelievable.

It was surprising that Confucius knew Ye Tianlong, and his brother's commensuration made his jaw drop even more. Now he punishes himself for three cups. It is hard for his brain to accept this scene.

What kind of character and what kind of experience can make Confucius, who is aloof and rebellious, lower himself?

Qiao Dongsheng staggered and almost fell to the ground, with a touch of despair in his eyes. So far he understood one thing:

Ye Tianlong is not a little white face, he is really Lan Xiaomo's man, Confucius' brother.

He understands what Confucius is. He is someone who dared to headshot even Cai Jinyin and Song Donghua. He provoke his brother himself and he is finished.

After drinking three glasses of red wine, Confucius threw the bottle and glass to his men, and then looked around the audience: "Ye Shao, is there a meeting tonight?"

"No, I was waiting for you to come over for dinner tonight, but I had no choice but to meet a few young and old."

Ye Tianlong said faintly: "Not only to discredit my artists, to humiliate Manager Zhao, and to hurt director Zhang Qingmen, but also to rob my little girl."

"I have a few theories, not only to hit me, but also to kowtow. By the way, I heard that you are behind them, and I am even more at a loss..."

A word of pain, Qiao Dongsheng and the others will have to pay an extremely painful price.

This is what the superiors turn their hands for the clouds and hands for the rain.

Qiao Dongsheng's face was pale, but he was dry and dry, unable to say a word.

The flat-headed youths were also dripping with cold sweat. Ye Tianlong's description seemed to be an understatement, but it was heavy on them.

Seeing Qiao Dongsheng and others like this, Lan Xiaomo, Liu Yongkang and others were extremely happy, and they admired and respected Ye Tianlong even more.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong could even settle down with Confucius, and could still use Confucius to counter-snap Qiao Dongsheng and others.

"is it?"

Confucius laughed, radiating heat: "You are too bad luck, too bad, you went out for a drink and got bitten by so many dogs."

"But it's okay, I'm here and beat the dog brother."

"Whoever wants you to kowtow or embarrass you, tell me all, whether it is mine or not, I will give you justice."

When Zhong Hong and Huang Mao mixed their eyelids with their eyelids jumping, Qiao Dongsheng controlled the swaying calf, and then bit his scalp and spoke forward:

"Kong Shao, Ye Shao, this is really a misunderstanding—"

"To shut up!"

Before Qiao Dongsheng could finish speaking, Confucius ruthlessly reprimanded Qiao Dongsheng, who was still brave just now: "Did you let you talk?"

He also kicked and kicked Qiao Dongsheng. Qiao Dongsheng turned two meters out, his nose and face were swollen, but he quickly got up and did not dare to complain.

Then Confucius looked at Ye Tianlong again: "Ye Shao, this scumbag is my person, I'm sorry, I didn't discipline them well."

"Ye Shao, today's matter, you can do whatever you say, I have absolutely no opinion."

Confucius once again looked at Qiao Dongsheng's eyes, it became more and more cold, Qiao Dongsheng's mouth was dry, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground.

Ye Tianlong shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Shao Kong's people, it's better for Kong Shao to call the shots. You have beaten and scolded, they dare not do anything, after all, they are their own people.

"If I make them look good, I'm afraid I will curse me as an outsider in my heart."

He sighed softly: "I want to live another two years."

"Ye Shao laughed, why are you an outsider? You are my best brother."

Confucius' eyes became sharp instantly, and he took a step forward and looked around at Qiao Dongsheng and the others: "Whoever offends Ye Shao, take the initiative to stand up."

"Kneel down, kowtow, kowtow until Ye Shao is happy."

In the eyes of Confucius, Qiao Dongsheng would only cause trouble for himself, and often bully men and women to discredit the circle. At this time, it is a good thing to rectify.

Moreover, Qiao Dongsheng's value is tens of thousands of miles away from Ye Tianlong. Ye Tianlong not only has a strong network, but also allows him to escape the yellow wolf attack.

Now that the two sides are in conflict, Confucius naturally chooses Ye Tianlong who is helpful to him.

Lan Xiaomo pulled Ye Tianlong and said, "Tianlong, let me deal with them."

Ye Tianlong nodded, knowing that she wanted to be ill, but added: "Don't overplay."

Lan Xiaomo raised a pretty face and replied: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

At this moment, Confucius yelled again: "If you offend Ye Shao, get out of me."

"Boom boom!"

Under the majestic gaze of Confucius, more than a dozen people from Qiao Dongsheng jumped their eyelids, bit their lip and stood up, knelt down straight, and kowtow to Ye Tianlong.

Everyone banged and banged, and there was no moisture at all.

"Ye Shao, I'm sorry!"

"Ye Shao, I'm sorry!"

Lan Xiaomo is afraid that the world will not be chaotic: "Knock well, there are less than a hundred, don't think Ye Shao forgive you."

Thinking of Qiao Dongsheng just calling out to propose a marriage to him, Lan Xiaomo felt a chill and anger, so he stared at Qiao Dongsheng very closely:

"Especially Qiao Dongsheng, less than two hundred, dragged out of Shenjiang."

Ye Tianlong didn't interfere with them, but turned around and told Zhao Yaoyao to arrange Xie Zuiyi and them so that they would not be affected by today's events.

During the period, Ye Tianlong found that the blue light had disappeared, a touch of surprise flashed in his heart, but he didn't care much.

In ten minutes, the flat-headed youths had their heads knocked out, and their foreheads were bleeding, exhausted, no disrespect for Ye Tianlong, only fear.

Twenty minutes later, Qiao Dongsheng also knocked out two hundred heads, his face paler than a corpse, and all the sins he had made returned to him.

When Lan Xiaomo let him go, he collapsed and said with difficulty, "Thank you Shao Ye!"

"Snapped!"

Confucius, who had been watching the show, took a step forward and drew directly on Qiao Dongsheng's face. In an instant, blood was seen on the corner of his mouth and he shouted:

"roll!"

"Go back and tell your father, I am very disappointed in him."

"Tomorrow, let him come over and pour tea for Ye Shao kowtow."