"If he asks you whether you know Sun or not, you say you know it. Anyway, Chinese is profound and profound. We are not lying to them. If they ask in the future, we just don't admit it."
"I understand." Lan Jin The handsome face was still unhappy and didn't want to pay much attention to him: "We have to rely on her?"
The agent said without hesitation: "Of course. Otherwise, why do those people invite us? They just want to Favor the people behind you! What's wrong with us using them?"
He understood the temper of the artist he brought, and said sarcastically: "You have been getting a lot of benefits these days, those people gave you You didn't refuse any antique calligraphy, paintings, jewelry and famous watches."
He means that no one is good, so don't pretend to be chaste and virtuous.
Lan Jin's face instantly turned into a pig's liver color, replaced by a gloomy look that could drip out of water, and the humiliation in his heart thorns like thorns.
Sayed decisively: "I am different from you!"
"Okay, as long as you are happy." The agent was not angry, and he let it go easily: "But I want to remind you, You make a fuss with me, don't make trouble in front of others, and I can't protect you. "
"I don't want you to care." Lan Jin was as gloomy as ink, his teeth tightened The biting chuckled, the hands were white with force, and their eyes were full of sinisterness and unwillingness. "I don't care about you." The agent sat back in his position and ignored him. He knew very well that Lan Jin was just a slight person. He really went to those big guys and was similar to his grandson and would not do anything offensive.
The two of them had nothing to say to the agreed place. After getting off the bus, Raphael Montoya led them through the screens of the city and to the deep private room.
The man who brought them down lowered his head and said respectfully: "You two have a rest here, Mr. Raphael is on the road."
Lan Jin entered the private room and pulled it away Suit and tie, with unyielding eyebrows and eyes, demanding to the man who was about to leave at the door, "Give me a bottle of wine." "I want Romani Conte."
The man was surprised for a moment and looked up. After looking at them, he quickly lowered his head and held the door frame with a good attitude: "Okay."
As the door of the box closed, the agent's tense expression suddenly fell back like a bow and skeleton. He walked around the private room, his face full of uncontrollable anger.
"What are you doing? The person hasn't come yet, what wine are you drinking!"
Lan Jin found a seat to sit down, with a natural expression: "They want to please me, I want a bottle of wine." What's wrong? They can afford to give me jewelry, are afraid that I will drink? "
The agent looked angry: "It's not what it means. You do this too disrespectful to others!"
Lan Jin doesn't think Meaning: "They beg me, I am Party A, so it's enough for Party A to make a request. Who do I respect."
The agent was stunned by his sneering attitude and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the door of the private room was pushed open again.
A group of waiters escorted a bottle of wine and cheese and ham to enter the private room...
The agent looked like eating fish stings, and he sat down angrily, and he would also be full of turtle. I swallowed it back if my stomach warned. I don't know if there is any monitoring equipment here, but he dares to look like some people, with a long face but no brain. These illegal district bosses have to say nothing of it. Once they know they are cheating, they don't know how to deal with them... He just wants to take advantage, not seeking death.
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The other private room had a slender waist and frowned, looking at the waiter very unhappy: "You said you're gone?" (The end of this chapter)
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