Chapter 969: If You Provoke Me, I Will Kill You

Chapter 969: Kill me for provoking you

Mercenary organization? China?

Zhan Qinglou's hand froze while eating the lobster, and then he sighed quietly: "No."

Ye Tianlong's eyes flashed: "I know this, so my interactions with everyone are within the mutually comfortable range."

"Without desires, or not many desires, the friendship between the two parties will last long. Once my desires become greater, the friendship will fade or even break up."

"So you say that if I integrate resources, my future achievements will be greater than now. That is just an ideal idea. In fact, it is likely to be counterproductive."

"Even the brothel sister who cooks four dishes and one soup for me doesn't allow me to set up a mercenary army in China. How can other people be my resources?"

Ye Tianlong smiled and said: "I'd better be a romantic Ye Tianlong. In this way, more people will like me."

Zhan Qinglou's eyes were thoughtful, and she looked at Ye Tianlong and smiled bitterly. She knew that her inducement failed. This boy was really impeccable.

She had thought about asking Ye Tianlong to integrate overseas resources and then serve China well and solve many problems that were inconvenient for the government to intervene.

But Ye Tianlong turned around and defeated an army.

Friendship can be about eating, drinking and having fun, but you can't ask for it at will, let alone touch the bottom line, otherwise you will support him in establishing a mercenary army in China.

There was no way she would let Ye Tianlong do this, which meant that friendship was not something she could use as she imagined.

"Sister, this house is too quiet. There are no guards or servants. Why don't even the dignitaries with keen sense of smell come to visit?"

While chewing on the fish head, Ye Tianlong changed the subject and eased his boredom: "I still want to wait to receive their gifts and make friends with some big guys."

Zhao Ditian survived the difficulties and gained a few more years of life. In Ye Tianlong's view, those powerful people should come over and hug him.

Zhan Qinglou smiled: "The reason is very simple. First, you cannot enter this house unless you are invited, otherwise you will live and die at your own risk. Even the five masters will be the same."

"Don't think you have freedom of entry and exit. That's because you are wearing a pass and you are a distinguished guest of Mr. Zhao, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to get in at the entrance of the courtyard."

Ye Tianlong thought of those rockeries and flower trees, and there wasn't much surprise on his face.

"Secondly, Mr. Zhao has been suffering from illness for a long time. He has been suffering from it over and over again. His hope is getting slimmer and slimmer. He has been notified of his critical illness several times."

Zhan Qinglou continued the topic just now: "The patience and hope of the powerful people who originally wanted to embrace her have been wiped out."

"Who would bring a gift to a person who has only one breath left? Mr. Zhao is only valuable to them if he is alive, but if he is dead, it has no meaning at all."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that when Zhao Laogang fell, nearly a hundred people from the five major families and Chinese officials came here to visit."

"The convoy lined up for three kilometers and collected gifts for three rooms."

"The condition got better, but when it relapsed again, the number of people was only half. The five masters did not show up again, and only their nephews came to express their condolences."

"When the condition was worse, there were only 20 people visiting, holding a fruit basket in their hands."

"To make things worse, only eight people came to see me. They didn't even bring any gifts. They just said a few greetings and left."

"Last month, when Mr. Zhao was dying and Mr. Qin tried his best to rescue him, only two official representatives were sent. They didn't come to offer condolences."

"But to witness Mr. Zhao's death so that the official takeover of power can be achieved."

"This time, no one came to visit, and even many medical experts couldn't find excuses to come, which made people like Qin Tiandiao just pretend to be false."

Speaking of this, Zhan Qinglou had gratitude in his eyes: "Fortunately, Zhao Laoji met a miracle doctor like you and made him live again."

Ye Tianlong smiled and asked again: "If Mr. Zhao wants to die, it is understandable if they don't come to hold his thigh. Mr. Zhao is fine now, why can't he see anyone?"

Zhan Qinglou took a bite of lobster: "This is also the third point I want to say. Mr. Zhao has survived the difficulties."

"Mr. Zhao knows, you know, I know, Mr. Qin knows, Yuan Jia knows, Tian Mei knows, Xiu Yi knows, it seems like they all know."

A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "But I can tell you that we are the only seven people in China who know about it for the time being."

"There is absolutely no eighth person who understands the situation."

She smiled faintly: "So Mr. Zhao is still a worthless dying person in their eyes, so how can anyone come to visit him?"

"I see!"

Ye Tianlong suddenly understood, and then he ate very quickly, finishing the lobster in a few mouthfuls, and then started eating other meals.

It's no exaggeration to describe it as wind and rolling clouds.

"Tianlong, eat slowly, don't choke."

Zhan Qinglou looked concerned: "You are so hungry. Didn't you have lunch at noon?"

"The brothel has really good eyesight. You can see this. I really didn't eat at lunch."

Ye Tianlong spit out a fish bone and recounted what happened at noon: "A beautiful woman, Zhao Yaoyao, the deputy director of Southern TV Station."

"In order to get me to participate in the audition for a good Chinese singer, I invited me to have coffee and dinner at the cafe."

He was very regretful: "I just had a cup of coffee when a group of bad guys broke in."

Zhan Qinglou smiled: "Bad guy? Who else is worse than you?"

Ye Tianlong looked filled with indignation: "His name seems to be Zhao Dafei, and he is surrounded by ruthless people who are showing off their violence."

Zhan Qinglou narrowed her eyes: "Zhao Dafei? Zhao Sibao's son?" She whispered: "It's the Thirteen Alliance again..."

Ye Tianlong's eyes were very curious: "What is Zhao Sibao?"

Zhan Qinglou smiled faintly and changed the subject: "Nothing, then what? He broke in to cause trouble for you?"

Ye Tianlong shook his head: "I didn't provoke him, why would he find bad luck with me."

"He was attracted by Zhao Yaoyao's beauty and wanted to bully men and women. He also told me to get out of here quickly, otherwise he would blow my head off."

Zhan Qinglou's eyes flashed with a cold light, but then disappeared without a trace: "With your personality, you will definitely teach him a lesson."

Ye Tianlong gave a thumbs up: "Sister guessed right, I was unhappy and slapped him three times."

"They wanted to besiege me, but when they saw a few prominent people coming in and out, Zhao Dafei was afraid of the bad influence, so he let me go for the time being."

He was heartbroken: "It's just that my table All the food was ruined, and then I helped Zhao Yaoyao find cameras in her room, and found nine. "

"I've been busy for most of the day, and I didn't drink a sip of water. Zhao Yaoyao was in a bad mood and didn't invite me to dinner, so I'm really hungry now."

Speaking of this, Ye Tianlong changed the subject: "Sister Qinglou, who is Zhao Dafei? Can I afford to provoke him?"

"If I can afford to provoke him, I will fight him head-on if he comes to me next time; if I can't afford to provoke him, I will keep my tail between my legs."

"Although I'm not afraid of trouble and my hands are stained with blood, after all, Beijing is not my territory. I still have to look at people's dishes. It's reckless to act recklessly."

Ye Tianlong showed an arrogant and cautious attitude, and silently handed the problem to Zhan Qinglou.

"Zhao Sibao... just a dog."

Zhan Qinglou showed a trace of contempt: "If he provokes you again, kill him!"

With the trump card in hand, Ye Tianlong laughed and drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.