With a snap, Ji Feng picked up a glass wine glass from the table and threw it out, and the wine glass shattered in an instant.

"You!" Chen Xun looked at Ji Feng in disbelief, how could he suddenly go crazy again.

"Just this wine glass is worth 50,000 yuan." Ji Feng said playfully, "How many wine glasses do you want in the future, I'll sell them to you for 10,000 yuan, as many as you want."

"Chen Xun, don't take me for a fool. The cost of such a glass is only a few dollars. You have the cheek to fool me with these fake invoices. How much benefit did you get from purchasing these items? You confess to me. , or I will tell your boss, I don't know how he will react!"

Of course Chen Xun refused to admit such a thing. In fact, this is some common tactic in their bars. When they want to deal with some troublemakers, they can go to the court to sue the troublemakers and ask them to pay a lot of money. Seeing such a large amount, you will generally admit to cowardice, obediently pay a little money and leave.

"Mr. Ji, you can't talk nonsense. Do you have any evidence that our things are worthless? We all have regular invoices. Do you think you can say as much as you want?"

In fact, these things are really worthless. Chen Xun, as the handler, of course understands that, and their boss must also know. As for how much rebate Chen Xun takes from it, the boss generally doesn't mind, as long as the bar has enough profit every month, it will be fine. If there are no fish in the Qing Dynasty, he understands this principle, otherwise he would not have made such a big business.

Moreover, the bar doesn't look like any kind of business. There are many gray areas in it. You can't control the employees too much, and treat them like the assembly line workers in the factory.

Chen Xun is not afraid that Ji Feng will sue his boss. These are little secrets in the industry, and he brings a lot of profits to the bar. I believe that if the boss has foresight, he will not care about such trivial matters.

Just when they were in the bar, Fang Hongyun's helpers were on their way. He had contracted a lot of construction sites in Huadu, as well as the transportation industry, and he had many thugs.

Now his subordinates are driving several sand trucks, each with 20 to 30 people, and more than 100 people in several vehicles are heading towards the Lanyu Bar.

Fang Hongyun looked at the report sent by his subordinates saying that they would arrive in ten minutes, and he became bold. He took a sip of wine and said: "Ji Feng, you have offended me and the owner of this bar now, don't try to hang around in Yangcheng, do you know who the owner of this bar is? Even I don't dare to mess with it. ."

"Listening to you, he must be very powerful, I'm so scared." Ji Feng pretended to be scared.

"This bar is just for him to play with. The owner is Zhang Feng, the son of the owner of Gentingji, the largest real estate developer in Yangcheng. Go out and ask. Genting is a listed company with a market value of hundreds of billions of dollars. Their son's temper is not good. , if he hears you making trouble at his beloved bar, just wait and die."

Fang Hongyun raised his neck and regained the feeling of playing.

Suddenly he felt a coldness on his face, and Ji Feng poured a glass of red wine on his face.

Fang Hongyun's face turned red, obviously it was different from what he imagined. He thought Ji Feng would be afraid to beg for mercy after hearing this, and asked him to intercede with Young Master Zhang. Now he can handle him well, but Ji Feng doesn't eat it at all. this set.