"Achao, didn't bother you! What do you think of working here on the first day?"

After finding an opportunity, Brother Mark smiled and walked to Song Zhichao with Uncle Kun and Wang Defa.

When Song Zhichao saw it was him, he said, "I feel like... I haven't seen you for a day. Brother Mark, you seem to be a lot more handsome."

Mark smiled, "I knew you could speak. But no matter how handsome you are, you are not as beautiful as you! I won't talk about your hairstyle, your suit looks very unique... Where did you buy it, give me an address, and I'll buy one too!"

Song Zhichao glanced at Wu Bingkun beside Mark and said, "This is OK to ask Uncle Kun, he knows it better than me."

Wu Bingkun whispered a few words to Mark. A hint of surprise appeared on Mark's face, and then asked Song Zhichao: "Did you design this style yourself?" He couldn't help but look at Song Zhichao's suit more, and then compared the double-breasted suit he wore, it looked particularly bloated compared to Song Zhichao's slim fit.

"Just design and play." Song Zhichao took it over with him, "By the way, Brother Mark, don't you mind changing the booth, do you?"

"Of course I don't mind! I'm too happy to make a lot of money for me!" Mark said, putting one hand on Song Zhichao's shoulder, staring at Song Zhichao's eyes and said, "I read that right, Achao, you are a talent."

"Thank you, Brother Mark, for the compliment."

"It's not that I praise you, it's that you have this kind of strength." Mark smiled, "I just don't know if you can handle Miss Fu tonight."

Song Zhichao also smiled, "If you don't try, how can you know if it's OK?"

"Hahaha, I like you so I dare to try!" Mark gently patted Song Zhichao's shoulder, "What you said, how can I cooperate?"

Song Zhichao's lips curled up: "Simple, all you have to do is-"

With a "bang", Song Zhichao raised his fist and slapped Brother Mark hard in the face.

Mark was caught off guard and was squatted to the ground with blood splattering on the corner of his mouth.

Uncle Kun and Wang Defa were both stunned. They never expected that Song Zhichao would dare to be so bold and suddenly attack Brother Mark.

"What are you doing?"

"You're crazy!"

The two of them came to their senses and were about to attack Song Zhichao.

At this time, Song Zhichao moved his wrists and said to them: "I'm so embarrassed! It turns out that Brother Mark doesn't understand the golden bell cover and the iron cloth shirt. The rumors are fake! Don't be idle either. Please help Brother Mark to the hospital soon. Brother Mark went to the hospital after being injured. He can't receive Miss Fu here anymore. Many people here have seen it, right?

Uncle Kun and Wang De were stunned.

Brother Mark, who was helped up, had already understood Song Zhichao's intention. He wanted to laugh, but his face twitched and hurt.

"This punch is sharp, I like it! Everyone has seen it. I was injured, of course I have to go to the hospital for an injury test first! You are still standing there, of course I am going to the hospital with me! As for this, I will leave it to A Chao to be fully responsible!"

Wu Bingkun and Wang Defa also understood.

Tonight, Brother Mark and they are not suitable for appearing in the dance hall.

After all, nominally, Brother Mark is still a worker in the Fu family. If he shows up with Miss Fu in person and wants to take the dance hall, it will be like he turns against the Fu family, and it will inevitably be unfavorable.

As for Uncle Kun and Wang Defa, they cannot appear. Their status is not as good as Brother Mark. If Miss Fu gets angry, they will be the first to suffer.

In contrast, without Mark and others, Song Zhichao could truly monopolize the power and play with Miss Fu as a third party. As for how he deals with Miss Fu, this is Song Zhichao's own business.

Under the obvious "witness" of many guests and waiters, the injured Mark hurriedly left the dance hall and went out for medical treatment with the help of Uncle Kun and Wang Defa.

The dance hall was replied to the excitement again, and the eyes of everyone looking at Song Zhichao became very strange. After all, he really hit Brother Mark just now, and he beat Brother Mark so hard that he vomited blood.

Needless to say, Wang Xiaofeng, Zeng Xiaohong, Pan Wenbin, Jiang Chao and others, their brains simply can't figure out why Mr. Song dares to KO the big boss. Is it really a joke?

Zhou Dafu, the leader of the art troupe, was even more shocked. Even his boss dared to fight. This Song Zhichao was either a fool or a crazy man.

Song Zhichao didn't mind seeing others as crazy. At this time, he leisurely lit a match, lit the smoke with his hands, looked at the lively dance hall, and gently vented a cigarette.

Now, all he has to do is wait!

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, near Luohu Customs—

A black Santana sedan with dim street lights headed straight to Panyu County.

In this era, the most common car in the mainland was Santana. The advertising slogan "Owning Santana, you don't have to worry about traveling all over the world" is even more popular.

In fact, in the following decades, Santana became the most popular model on the streets of China. At its peak, it had a share of more than 60% in the domestic automobile market and achieved a cumulative production and sales of nearly 4 million.

It can be said that in the early 1990s, when the per capita monthly income was less than 200 yuan, a Santana of 200,000 was no worse than the future Porsche.

But such a "luxury car" is a very garbage model in the eyes of the driver.

As a four-person bodyguard and driver of the Miss Fu family in Hong Kong, Chen Biao, who is strong and has a cold face, has no good impression of this model. He is used to driving the most common BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, and Bentley. For this low-end Santana, Chen Biao always feels like a rough country woman lying on the bed, and can't afford to ride a horse and whip. Whether it is the simplicity of the operating room, the feel of the gear lever, or the weakness of the car's power, nothing is satisfying him.

Chen Biao was driving the car and frowned; "Shi Ye Su" sitting in the passenger seat with a middle-parted head and wearing myopia glasses also frowned, but he frowned because the master sitting behind - Miss Fu Fu Qingying.

Not long ago, Master Su had called the Mark, meaning that Mark was ready and welcoming Miss Fu in a grand manner. However, after three or four times, it was not connected. Later, Master Su was angry, so he called another phone again. This time it was connected, but before Master Su could get a name, the other party suddenly hung up again.

This was a very difficult thing to imagine before.

You know, Miss Fu is the head of the Fu family who designated the company to take charge of all Pan Yu's business. In the past, the Mark boy was so cool that he heard that it was Miss Fu's phone call. If Miss Fu was a little unhappy, he would come over, but now...

"This Mark has become more courageous!" Master Su couldn't help muttering in his heart, then glanced at Miss Fu's face again, and the hanging heart in his heart hangs again.

In the rear seats of the car, Fu Qingying, who was wearing a female professional suit, looked very solemn, and to be precise, she was very cold.

In terms of appearance, she is definitely a rare beauty, with her willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a cherry nose, and a typical melon-shaped face, with a face like pink and a skin like cream. The influence of the big family naturally reveals a noble and elegant temperament. But at this moment, her phoenix eyes are filled with evil, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes give people a powerful look.

"Is the phone not connected yet?"

"No—" Master Su helped his own myopia mirror and quickly turned around and replied.

"Where is Diao Jiahua, has he called?"

"I've fought, no one will answer!" Master Su felt that the storm was coming, and he grabbed his middle-parted head with his hands timidly.

Fu Qingying slowly closed her eyes, tightened her pink fists, took a deep breath—

Master Su could feel her aura gradually getting bigger and was about to explode.

Even Chen Biao, who was driving, felt it. He held his breath and waited for the moment to come.

Just then—

Beep, beep!

The phone of the eldest brother beside Master Su rang.

Master Su glanced at the phone number, turned around and said to Fu Qingying: "Miss, it was Mark's call."

Fu Qingying opened her phoenix eyes.

Master Su hurriedly answered the phone, "What are you doing, Mark? Do you know what day is today? I'll call you a few times, why are you turning off the phone?"

As soon as he spoke, Master Su severely accused Mark of his bad tone.

Only then did someone speak, "Well, I'm not Mark, I'm Wu Bingkun, the human resources manager of the dance hall."

"Mark is injured and hospitalized. I asked me to call you and tell you that he can't go to greet Miss Fu. I'm really sorry. I must convey his apology..."

Master Su's face turned red and green, "What do you mean to be sorry? Now the eldest lady is in the car. If you have any words to tell him directly to the eldest lady, don't hide!"

Wu Bingkun kept saying "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Master Su wanted to get angry, but he said that the doctor was coming and it was not convenient to continue the call. So he said "I'm sorry" again and hung up the phone directly.

Master Su was stunned and held the big brother. These mainlanders had become more courageous at any time and dared to hang up their phones one after another.

"Ahem, Miss, Mark said he couldn't pick you up if he had something to do... You see, should we find a place to rest first, or go directly to the dance hall?"
Chapter completed!