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This was far beyond Wen Chun's expectation.

He looks like he is about thirty-four or five years old. He is wearing a striped long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of iron-gray casual trousers. His hair is thick and neatly combed, and his nose is straight and revealing. Wearing a pair of exquisite glasses on a domineering and fair face, he looks somewhat elegant and handsome. However, it is only because the vicissitudes of life have been engraved prematurely that some traces of the glorious past can be seen.

"Hello, Mr. Li!" Wen Chun crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen and bowed slightly to greet him.

"You're welcome, please sit down." Xiao Liu didn't get up, he just nodded and pointed to the leather sofa in front of him.

Wen Chun walked over and when he raised his legs, he found that the pure wool carpet under his feet was so soft that he felt a little soft under his feet.

It should be said that Wen Chun is not a person with too much stage fright, but he was a little nervous in front of Xiaoliu. Perhaps it was the thrilling stories Zhao Ziming told on the way that put Wen Chun under pressure.

The two people sat across from each other for dozens of seconds without speaking. What was strange was that Zhao Ziming also sat aside silently.

Many years later, Wen Chun, Zhao Ziming and Xiao Liu were lying on a sightseeing cruise ship basking in the sun. When talking about their first meeting, Wen Chun frankly admitted that he was oppressed by Xiao Liu's aura; Xiao Liu laughed. He said, "Do you think I don't have one?" Zhao Ziming cursed, "You are holding your breath there, but I didn't dare to say anything?"

The three of them looked at each other and laughed loudly

Or was it the whistle coming from the river that broke the silence in the reception room?

Xiaoliu put down Erlang's legs and asked, "Are you Wen Chun?"

"Well, yes"

Xiaoliu said expressionlessly: "I heard from Brother Ming that he also wants to call you Brother Chun."

Wen Chun smiled unnaturally: "Don't dare! If he insists on calling like that, there's nothing we can do about him."

Xiao Liu pointed at Zhao Ziming and said: "Haha, my brother Ming has a good heart, but his temper is too stubborn. I can't do anything with him."

Zhao Ziming hurriedly explained: "Brother Six, it depends on what you said. I will come over as soon as my sister is admitted to college."

Xiaoliu clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay, Brother Chun, you can bear witness for me. If he refuses to come over then, don't blame me for kidnapping him."

"Mr. Li, it's okay to be a witness. If you call me Brother Chun, you don't dare to take it seriously."

"Haha, I call him Brother Ming, and he calls you Brother Chun. What do you think I should call you?" At this time, Wen Chun was completely unable to associate Mr. Li in front of him with the legendary Boss Xiaoliu.

Seeing that Xiao Liu was very polite, Wen Chun was not polite anymore, and turned to Xiao Liu's army: "I call him Brother Ziming, and he calls you Brother Six, then I can also call you Brother Six."

Xiaoliu stared at Wen Chun, his eyes emitted a strange light, that kind of frightening light

Oops, I offended this young boss!

Wen Chun gritted her teeth, tried her best to suppress the tension in her heart, and faced that gaze

The cold light in Xiaoliu's eyes disappeared briefly. He stood up, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, it seems you have a pretty stubborn temper."

"Haha," Wen Chun originally wanted to make a joke about "we have similar odors", but he swallowed it back.

Xiaoliu stood up and handed over a cigarette case. With a shake of his hand, a cigarette popped out of the opening of the cigarette case, "Here, let's have a cigarette first."

"Thank you Brother Liu!" Wen Chun also quickly stood up, took out a cigarette, and then took out a lighter. After Xiao Liu put the cigarette in his mouth, he quickly lit it for him.

Xiaoliu took a sip, sat down again, looked at Wen Chun, and said, "Don't be restrained here, take off your coat."

Only then did Wen Chun feel a sweaty feeling on her back. It was very awkward, so she took off her outer suit and put it on the back of the sofa.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Liu asked slowly, his voice low and majestic.

In terms of movement and demeanor, Xiao Liu looks about the same age as his face. However, when it comes to business matters, his tone and expression are obviously much more mature and sophisticated than the age on his face.

Wen Chun understood that Xiao Liu wanted to see him, firstly out of temporary curiosity, and secondly because of clear grudges. Your Wen Chun matter was not to give Zhao Ziming face.

Wen Chun said carefully: "Brother Six, it's like this. A new friend of mine accidentally lost a handbag in the wine. Maybe one of your men picked it up."

"Really?" Xiaoliu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Wen Chun sideways, obviously dissatisfied with what Wen Chun said.

Wen Chun didn't know if he was doubting the authenticity of what he said, or if he didn't like hearing about losing a mobile phone, so he didn't explain any more.

Xiaoliu opened his eyes and seemed to be thinking. The smoke was still burning, and a large piece of ash hung on it, precariously.

The reception room fell silent again

Wen Chun felt very uneasy and couldn't hold his breath anymore. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said, "If Brother Six is ​​in any trouble, then I won't disturb Brother Six's rest."

Xiaoliu opened his eyes, his eyes were full of energy, and the ash on the cigarette end in his hand instantly fell down.

Wen Chun had quick hands and quick eyes. He stretched out his hand and the cigarette ashes fell neatly into his palm. He grasped the timing and force very well.

Xiaoliu's expression changed and he stood up: "Brother Chun, you look down on me, Xiaoliu"

"How dare you, Sixth Brother!" Wen Chun also stood up.

Zhao Ziming was a little confused on the sidelines and couldn't figure out what these two people were busy with.

"Isn't it just a handbag? Tell your friend how much he wants, write a note and ask Brother Ming to bring it over. I, Xiaoliu, can still afford it."

"Sixth Brother is rich and powerful, so naturally he will not be rewarded without any merit. I'm afraid my friend can't afford it."

Xiao Liu sneered and said: "Hey, Brother Chun is just saying polite words so late, and you still force Brother Ming to come to your door with you. I'm afraid I, Xiao Liu, can't afford to pay for this handbag."

When it comes to this, Wen Chun is also full of blood, and his words are neither humble nor arrogant: "I don't dare to say compensation. I want to ask Brother Six for convenience. This is true."

"What?" Xiaoliu said coldly with a sullen face: "Then, it's no exaggeration to say that your friend's handbag is worth a fortune."

These are the exact words Su Yibo said while drinking. It seems that Xiaoliu already knows the truth.

"This mobile phone may be worthless in your sixth brother's hands, but if sixth brother is willing to help, it can help the poor and save the people."

"Is this true?" Xiaoliu's eyes lit up.

Wen Chun smiled slightly: "I don't dare to tell lies in front of Sixth Brother."

Xiaoliu greeted: "Brother Chun, if you have something to say, sit down and talk slowly."

Wen Chun sat down, stretched out his palm, and gently poured the ash in his hand into the ashtray.

Xiao Liu glanced at it and saw that the cigarette ashes in Wen Chun's hand were still intact. He was secretly surprised. From this, it can be seen that when he talked to him just now, he was indeed calm, controlled and measured.

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