Gossip King

Lao Diao wore an international brand of clothes, from the inside out, standing in front of the mirror, saying that people depend on clothes. This is not fake. This big-name clothes is good. Needless to say, the fabric is neatly arranged.

To put it bluntly, you will be honorable when you wear it, especially the old one is about 1.8 meters tall, five big and three thick, and there is no beer belly in the year-round work. Suits and burly clothes are only good.

Lao Diao looked at the person in the mirror and took a deep breath. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he became confident. It depends on clothing to enhance self-confidence, which shows that deep down in my heart, I am not confident enough.

Yes, the old man is not confident enough. He needs a set of clothes, a set of clothes that make him confident, a set of clothes that can improve his grade. When talking about cooperation, it depends on identity. Lao Diao’s identity is not worthy of talking to Brother Biao.

Who is Brother Biao? One of the three giants of Hong Kong's gambling industry, step by step out of the gang, killed out, in the three casinos in Hong Kong, assets of several billion, monopolized the inland Cordyceps sinensis and Cordyceps sinensis! This is Jingui's stuff.

Who is the old hanging? Xingsheng's driver, although Gao Leng promoted him, but the official paperwork has not yet come down, even if it is down, it is only a part-time job, step by step from Xingsheng driver circle.

The disparity between the two is too great.

The boss gave me such an important task. I can't mess it up. Lao Hang looked at himself in the mirror, fiddled with his hair, and straightened his tie.

The boss said that I have had enough experience and almost domineering. Today, I will get back domineering! From this moment on, I am no longer a driver, I am a hero, and I am about to become a big business boss! Brother He Biao, sitting on an equal footing, Lao Diao looked at himself in the mirror and raised his eyebrows. After he made up his mind, the trace of Vonno in his original eyes gradually disappeared.

There was an inexplicable majesty permeating his body. This majesty seemed to have been hidden in Lao Hang for a long time. During the years of hard work he had swallowed and struggled at the bottom, he seemed to roar out, and really roared out, Only the last trace of breaking power.

When the two waiters heard that they were the driver, and then contacted the cheap clothes he took off, their expressions were not so flattering, but the customers who had just consumed 100,000 would naturally not shake their faces, but rather smile. He handed over a bag: "This is the clothes you just changed. It is packed for you."

The total price of the clothes inside does not have the money for a sleeve of a BOSS.

"No need." The old hanger waved his hand.

"By the way, this is our event gift. Today, the single amount is over 100,000 yuan, and there is a belt, you take it." The waiter handed over a beautiful gift box with a BOSS belt lying quietly inside.

The belts of their family are thousands of large.

"No need." The old hanging shook his head without even thinking about it.

"This belt is very good, and very expensive." The waiter was a little surprised.

"I don't wear gifts." The old man glanced at the waiter, nodded slightly, and turned to leave. Since he is no longer a driver's hanger, but a big guy, how can he wear free goods?

"This guy... doesn't need such a good belt! Didn't he say that he is a driver? The clothes are so bad, he doesn't look like a big boss!"

"It's definitely not a driver! How can a driver spend so much money on clothes? Besides, even if the driver takes the boss's money to buy clothes, he will definitely want this belt. Now the local tyrants are so low-key..."

"Great, I can use this belt for my boyfriend. What about the BOSS belt! What kind of gift... The gift is also thousands of dollars!"

The two waiters talked a lot. Looking at the old hanging person who was leaving, there was another topic to talk about tonight: the seemingly poor but proud mysterious guest.

"Fat man, is Lao Zhang in place?" As soon as Lao Diao left the house, he called the fat man, "Have you got your credentials? Well, take Lao Zhang, go to the street, and you take a beautiful girl. Dress better, come here, and start working."

"Brother Diao, you arranged a pala pala tonight, and I have all the people, but what's the matter?" the fat man asked.

"Go talk about cooperation with Brother Biao."

"Brother Biao? Which Brother Biao? Are you a friend?" The fat man obviously didn't realize who was Brother Biao in his mouth, and he didn't even think about it.

"Well, my friend, Brother Biao from the Eastern Gang, come here and tell you in detail on the way." Lao Diao said lightly, "My friend", swearing at Fang Qiu. After he finished speaking, he could feel it through his mobile phone. The fat man's chin was scared off.

Without waiting for the fat man to come over again and again, the old hung up the phone, turned back to the store and bought shoes, socks and even underwear. After all of them were changed, it cost as much as 130,000. There are only 20,000 left on the card.

Meat hurts for sure, but he saved a penny of the money. If it hadn't been for Gao Leng for a few cases, he would not have more than 100,000.

Money is something the old man needs, and the family needs to support it. Who doesn't need money? But money is important to the life of the old man, but not important to the old man. The important thing is to do the good things Gao Leng has ordered, and the important thing is Yang Fan in his career.

The old man, who was a little painful but not regretful, subconsciously touched the cigarette. Just when he lit it, he frowned slightly, turned and walked towards the merchandise area, his cigarette...not domineering enough.

I spent more than 10,000 to buy a pipe with some good shredded tobacco. After thinking about it, I bought a pair of sunglasses, 150,000, not to mention all the money, and maxed out his credit card.

In order to save money, Lao Diao's money and sister-in-law rented in the worst bungalow outside the Sixth Ring Road of the Imperial Capital. A cent of the money saved was gone in about an hour.

Only success, no failure, Lao Hang thought all the way in his heart, put the pipe in his pocket, put on brown sunglasses, his hair turned into a big back and the head was shiny, and he went out. As soon as you go out, make a move.

Several taxis came to a halt, all smiles.

My buddies all know routines. At this moment, the old man is a big local tyrant at first sight, maybe he will have a tip.

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At the airport, the fat man wore a suit and looked at the gate, and Zhang Xuelong also wore formal attire. When he looked at the brand, he knew that the fat man borrowed it. Old Zhang couldn't afford such expensive clothes. You must know that he was just a sewer.

And beside Fatty stood a few young men who also wore suits. They belonged to his own team. They might have never come out to start a job. They looked excited.

"Why didn't the hanging brother you mentioned come?" a girl next to the fat man who was wearing a red tight dress and bowed forward asked with her mouth pouting impatiently.

"If you ask you to wait, you just wait! Also, put on the appearance of a secretary, Brother Diao said, you want me to bring a beautiful girl to act as a secretary, you, you, you, clamp your thighs."

The girl looked at the fat man timidly, and immediately stopped talking. Before Fatty was a dude anyhow, he was a second-generation official and had a wide circle of friends. It was not difficult to find such an obedient and cooperative girl.

"Hey, which big guy is this?" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up: "It's so majestic to walk..."

The fat man turned his head and glanced, then continued to stare at the door: "Anyway, it's not an old hanger. A person is enough for an old hanger to struggle for several years. What do you think this hanger is about? You don't want Xingsheng to take someone. People, I have to do business with Brother Biao, my trusted buddies? What kind of capacity does he have to do business with Brother Biao? What kind of business?"

The fat man muttered.

"Let's go." The old hanging voice came from behind.

The fat man turned his head, he couldn't stand firmly and almost fell, his chin almost fell, and his mouth opened wide and speechless for a long time.