v2 Chapter 429： It’s terrible (1/2)

This sentence is indeed true. There is no big hatred. Mittel will not do this, but it is related to his own life. It is not that you die or that he is dead. There is no need to consider it.

”Hey, Ling, Zhang, you are finally here.” I saw Mitel wearing a long squat, the muscles of the chest and the abdominal muscles all exposed to the air, and the body was very strong.

Ling Feihong is very envious of such a figure, and he also wants to practice, but the old man, no one rushed in.

”Mr. Mittel, hello.” The two also put down their bodies and whispered.

”In my place, you don't need your politeness. Let's play mahjong this evening and talk about making money!”

When I heard Mittel’s words, the two of them were also happy. It was really a matter of looking for cooperation.

The rich people and the rich people cooperate, that is the rhythm of a win-win situation, especially this high level, but in the eyes of Tang Biao, this can not move to the table, can not affect the world situation, it is a small business.

Mittel walked to the pool next to the manor, and there was a mahjong table next to the pool. The bodyguards standing around the cows and horses were placed on the abdomen. The whole scene gave a strong impression. The sense of oppression.

This makes Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi a little nervous. If there is such a bridge in the movie, it is basically the rhythm of the dead.

”Sit, don't be polite,” Mittel said with a grin, and snapped a finger. A **** maid was pushing the cart. There was an iron bucket in the car, which was filled with ice and whiskey. With a wooden box, it should be a great Cuban cigar.

The lives of the rich are so unrestrained, you can't think of it.

The maid is wearing a **** sling, ten centimeters of black high heels, black stockings, tall and straight chest muscles, and the **** vest line, full of power.

”Ling total, Zhang Zong, drink some.” Mittel took the whisky and cigar handed by the maid, and then clicked.

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi smiled and said: ”No need.”

”Then you smoke a cigar, this cigar is not a common item.” Mittel continued.

No matter how can they refuse, the two will be pumped up.

Under Mitel's instructions, the maid sits directly next to the number.

They play mahjong is secondary, mainly talking about business.

The beginning of the game.

Ling Feihong asked while he was playing: ”Mr. Mittel, are you calling us this time?”

Mittel seems to be still looking at the cards, and chose to play a nine-tube for a long time: ”Nothing, just ask you to come out and play.”

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi listened tightly and frowned, unable to understand the meaning of Mittel.

Zhang Chi’s luck seemed to be good. He touched a 10,000 and immediately knocked it out.

Mittel Yixi: ”Gummy!”

Single hanging 10,000.

Zhang Chi stunned and said casually: ”Mr. Mittel, we have no rules for shooting.”

Hearing this sentence, Mitel’s joyful face gradually closed up, and Zhang Chi felt that he had said the wrong thing. Then he felt the gravity coming from the back of his head, his forehead squatting on the mahjong, the whole The head is squeaking.

Mittel faintly smoked, watching the maid press the head of Zhang Chi and slammed on the mahjong.

Zhang Chi’s forehead suddenly bleed, and the whole person was paralyzed.