At 2 PM, Bai Qianmo was about to leave the company to meet Jiang Hai when Chen Xiang stopped her at the front desk.
"Boss, are you going to see Jiang Hai?"
Bai Qianmo looked at Chen Xiang: "Hmm, is something the matter?"
Chen Xiang walked over, his face full of concern: "Let me go with you. Jiang Hai might do whatever he wants when he goes crazy. I heard that when he was filming 'The Reef,' he even beat up an actress with a stick because of her poor acting skills."
Bai Qianmo: "..."
Hitting a woman?
While it's understandable that Jiang Hai might have a bad temper, it's hard to imagine him hitting a woman.
"That's the rumor, it even made the news. In the end, the investors had to pay to smooth things over. Because of this incident, people in the industry have a very bad impression of him," Chen Xiang explained.
Bai Qianmo nodded: "Then you can come with me."
She wasn't worried that Jiang Hai would hit anyone; she only took Chen Xiang out to give him some negotiation experience.
Having received Bai Qianmo's permission, Chen Xiang felt valued by her and was very happy, revealing a set of bright white teeth on his wheat-colored face.
After leaving the company, Chen Xiang drove Bai Qianmo to the fried chicken shop where he had arranged to meet Jiang Hai.
After parking the car in the open-air parking lot, the two of them got out of the car together.
Diagonally opposite the parking lot, about 50 meters away, there is a "Hi Fried Chicken" shop with a door curtain decorated mainly in lemon yellow and orange, which stands out among the shops.
"Boss, this is the place."
Bai Qianmo glanced at the fried chicken shop and walked straight over.
Just as the two reached the door, they suddenly heard a loud crash from inside the fried chicken shop, like a table being overturned and cups and plates shattering on the floor. They then heard several men making threatening noises.
"All of you stay in your positions and behave yourselves. Anyone who dares to move, watch out for the knife in my hand." The man who spoke was burly, bald, with tattoos on his exposed neck, and a fierce-looking face. He didn't look like someone to mess with.
Behind him were seven or eight equally burly men, one of whom had a child on his shoulder.
The child lay motionless on the man's shoulder, his head drooping, as if he were asleep.
Most of the guests sitting at the table had brought their families, and seeing this scene, no one dared to stand up and risk trouble.
Just then, a man in the corner suddenly stood up and staggered over, holding a wine bottle in his hand.
"Hey you, stop right there!"
Suddenly hearing someone speak from inside the shop, the group of people who had already reached the door stopped in their tracks.
The tattooed man at the head of the group narrowed his fierce eyes and sized up the other man.
Are you calling us?
The man walked over slowly, seemingly drunk, his steps unsteady.
Holding a beer bottle, he walked up to the tattooed man, who was a good half a head taller and much more muscular. Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, the man showed no fear on his face.
"If you want to leave here, you have to put this child down."
The tattooed man smirked, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His eyes narrowed into slits, and he gave a sarcastic snort.
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you talk to us like that?"
After saying that, the tattooed man arrogantly shoved the other man.
The man staggered back a step, his eyes, red from drunkenness, filled with disdain and mockery.
“That child just said he didn’t know you, and you forcibly took him away. Do you know that’s illegal? If you don’t put the child down, nobody’s leaving here today.”
After a roar, the man smashed the bottle in his hand, leaving the sharp edge of the bottle neck, and stared at them fiercely with bloodshot eyes.
The tattooed man looked the man up and down as if he were a monster: "With your build, you think you can stop us? You're asking for it."
As soon as the words fell, the tattooed man raised his foot and kicked the man hard in the stomach.
The man, in pain, stumbled and bumped into the door frame. The glass door frame was hit quite hard and shook violently a few times. The guests sitting at the door were so frightened that they immediately stood up and moved away. The young female staff at the front desk were already pale with fright and hid behind the counter, too scared to come out.
The man bumped into the tattooed man, quickly stood up, raised his eyelids and sneered, then suddenly swung a bottle at him, saying, "With my build, I can kill you, you grandson."
The man acted swiftly, stabbing the tattooed man hard in the face. The tattooed man couldn't dodge in time, and his cheek was slashed open. Crimson blood flowed down the hideous scar, and soon half of his face was covered in blood.
"Boss!"
"I think you're asking for trouble, brothers, beat him up!"
Seeing their leader injured, the henchmen swarmed forward, surrounding the man and beating him mercilessly.
Two fists can't fight four feet. In no time, the man was beaten black and blue. Even though he was being ganged up on, there was no change in his face. In fact, there was even a hint of maniacal laughter in his eyes.
"Boss, that person looks like Jiang Hai."
Bai Qianmo frowned. At this moment, the tattooed man who was leading the group ordered the man holding the child, "Take the child back to the car."
"yes!"
Seeing that the person carrying the child was about to leave, Bai Qianmo immediately stepped in front of him and blocked his way.
"Boss!" Seeing Bai Qianmo rush up, Chen Xiang was scared half to death and immediately rushed up after her.
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