Carefree Battle God

C73 Greetings Mr Chen



C73 Greetings Mr Chen

Didn't Shadow mention this name when he was on the phone just now?    

    

Could it be that this person was running errands for that big shot?    

    

Therefore, Zhao Sanqiang still smiled and asked, "Mr. Tang, do you know Mr. Chen Fusheng?"    

    

Lyu Xiuqin, who was standing next to Chen Fusheng, couldn't help but feel overjoyed as she looked at her son-in-law in surprise.    

    

The other side had already mentioned his name, proving that Chen Fusheng really did not lie to him. That friend of his was quite reliable.    

    

However, Tang Cheng looked confused and directly said in disdain: "Chen Fusheng, what is that thing? I've never even heard of it! "    

    

Zhao Sanqiang was immediately dumbfounded and said: "Huh? You're not from Mr. Chen? "    

    

After he finished speaking, he immediately sent a slap across Tang Cheng's face, which landed heavily on his face.    

    

"You don't f * cking know Mr. Chen, yet you dare to act cool in front of me. You really did give me face!"    

    

After saying that, Zhao Sanqiang turned around and said to his subordinates, "Hit him, so much that f * * king he doesn't recognize him."    

    

Upon hearing his big brother's order, his underlings immediately swarmed over and started beating him up.    

    

Tang Cheng was completely dumbfounded. What was going on? Why are you guys flipping through books so quickly?    

    

"All of you stop, you bunch of blind people, do you know who laozi is?"    

    

"Laozi is the general manager of the listed company, an existence you guys cannot offend."    

    

"If you dare to hit me again, do you believe that I will directly call and shake you guys and tear down the office building?"    

    

Tang Cheng was lying on the ground now, his hand out to cover his vitals as he hooted loudly at them.    

    

Although he was not a big shot in the Qingzhou, he was still someone with some status.    

    

After Zhao Sanqiang heard his words, he couldn't help but walk over with a sneer. He first told his subordinates to stop and then jokingly said: "It turns out to be a manager. You are really impressive!"    

    

"You still dare to say that you will tear down my office building? Then let me ask you, do you know who I am?"    

    

"My surname is Zhao and my name is Sanqiang. I wonder if I have the qualifications to hit you?"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Cheng looked as if he had been struck by lightning and the corners of his eyes twitched in fear.    

    

"No, Brother, you're Mr. Zhao?"    

    

He was so scared that he stuttered, almost unable to utter a word. On his forehead, there were fine beads of sweat; all of them were scared out of their wits.    

    

Although he didn't know Zhao Sanqiang, the latter's identity was well-known to him.    

    

Who was Zhao Sanqiang?    

    

An Underground Autarch of the Qingzhou, an absolute big shot. Even if his chairman saw him, he would have to respectfully call him Mr. Zhao.    

    

And just now, she actually said such arrogant words to him. Wasn't he just bringing him into the toilet with a lantern? Was he just courting death?    

    

Just by reaching out, he could crush himself to death ten times over.    

    

"Mr. Zhao, this is a misunderstanding. I didn't think that you would be the one to start this company. Don't lower yourself to the level of a small figure like me."    

    

"Just treat me like a fart and let me go."    

    

Tang Cheng was scared out of his wits and quickly kneeled on the ground. In order to make Zhao Sanqiang forgive him, he ruthlessly slapped himself a few times.    

    

The old ladies had strange expressions on their faces when they saw this situation, especially Liu Shuzhen. They were on the verge of vomiting blood.    

    

She had never heard of Zhao Sanqiang, nor did she know what kind of illness her son suddenly suffered from, to actually kneel down to a fatty. In front of so many of her old colleagues, how could she still hold her head up high in the future?    

    

"Stinky brat, what are you doing? Why did you kneel down to this fatty?"    

    

Liu Shuzhen quickly scolded, "You don't even want to kneel before your grandfather, what is this? Hurry and stand up! "    

    

When Tang Cheng heard his mother's words, he was so shocked that he almost fainted.    

    

You dare to call Zhao Sanqiang a fatty? Isn't this the mouse acting as a bridesmaid for a cat, looking for a thrill? If we make this big boss angry, then our family will be ruined.    

    

"Mom, hurry up and shut up. If you continue to talk nonsense here, our home will be finished today."    

    

Tang Cheng quickly said to his mother, "Don't take any money, just treat it as a present to Mr. Zhao."    

    

Zhao Sanqiang glanced at him in disdain and said to his subordinates, "Arrest him first. After this is over, I will take care of him properly."    

    

After saying that, he stepped forward and said to the people in front of him, "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen Fusheng here?"    

    

Chen Fusheng then walked out and looked at Zhao Sanqiang. He said lightly, "I am Chen Fusheng. I believe I have explained it clearly to you through Shadow's phone call."    

    

The moment he said that, Zhao Sanqiang already believed 80% of it.    

    

After all, the person who was able to say the name of the shadow definitely knew about this matter. This young man in front of him should be Chen Fusheng and Mr. Chen!    

    

However, he had some doubts in his heart. Logically speaking, the shadow was already a top-notch character. As his big brother, Chen Fusheng was at least a noble person on the top of the clouds!    

    

For such a grand character to be dressed so mediocre, could it be that he was trying to keep a low profile?    

    

However, despite the doubts in his heart, his face revealed a warm smile, and his eyes were filled with a fawning expression.    

    

He quickly walked over and bowed before Chen Fusheng.    

    

"I am Zhao Sanqiang. Greetings, Mr. Chen."    

    

After he finished speaking, he turned around and glared at his brothers on the spot and loudly said: "Mr. Chen is here, why aren't you saluting him?"    

    

The moment he opened his mouth, his lackeys did not dare to resist anymore. They all ran over and bowed towards Chen Fusheng as they said, "Greetings, Mr. Chen!"    

    

The atmosphere at the entrance of the office building suddenly became incomparably strange. It was so quiet that one could even hear the heartbeats of others.    

    

All the old men and women were staring at the scene with their mouths wide open in disbelief.    

    

This was especially true for Tang Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground. His entire being was now stupefied, and his eyeballs were about to pop out from their sockets.    

    

[What the hell is going on?]    

    

Zhao Sanqiang, as the Underground Autarch of Qingzhou, was an awe-inspiring figure. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he could cover the sky with one hand in this area.    

    

For a big boss of this level to bow to this trash, am I seeing things now, or did I hear wrongly just now?    

    

Didn't Mom just say that this person was a piece of trash?    

    

But what trash in this world could have such power and make Zhao Sanqiang obediently be a grandson?    

    

Now that the tides have turned, Lyu Xiuqin's face was blooming with happiness. She was extremely pleased with herself!    

    

Although she had never heard of Zhao Sanqiang, but seeing the cowardly look Old Liu's son had, he must be a big shot.    

    

For such a character to be so respectful to his son-in-law, didn't that mean that his son-in-law was even more amazing?    

    

As a mother-in-law, she was also proud!    

    

"It's no use talking about it."    

    

Chen Fusheng looked at Zhao Sanqiang and said coldly, "Have you prepared all the things I asked you to prepare?"    

    


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