"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Five bottles of Remy Martin slamd onto the table!
"Splatter! Splatter! Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!"
All opened!
The sounds seed like they were crashing down on Mo Hong’s heart.
His face alternated between shades of green and white.
Filled with humiliation, he was at a loss for what to do.
Though his father ranked on the Second Level Rich List, he himself did not!
To put it simply, Lu Xiaobu and his father were on the sa level.
He was not!
Ordinarily it didn’t matter; he could manage among his peers.
But now, having taken Lu Xiaobu’s business, his status had implicitly been reduced by a level!
"President Lu, can we just..."
Mo Hong’s words carried a hint of pleading.
"What am I supposed to look at?"
Lu Xiaobu replied indifferently, "Didn’t your father teach you about facing the consequences?"
"I! I! I’ll drink!"
Mo Hong gritted his teeth, grabbed a bottle of Remy Martin, and started gulping it down!
Lu Xiaobu was right, facing the consequences!
Soone had to bear the consequences.
If he didn’t, his company would; if his company didn’t, his father would!
The farther it went, the graver the consequences beca!
If he bore them himself, it was actually the least severe.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The pungent alcohol kept pouring down his throat.
Everyone watched coldly.
Including Huang Wenta.
"Thud!"
One bottle finished.
Mo Hong picked up the second bottle.
"Wait a second."
Lu Xiaobu suddenly stopped Mo Hong.
"President Lu?"
A little woozy, Mo Hong was surprised; could he stop drinking?
"I have a question for you."
Lu Xiaobu looked up and said, "In case you forget everything after getting too drunk."
"Okay, ask."
Mo Hong put down the bottle and asked.
"Will you let Korea make these global plugs again?"
Lu Xiaobu stared at the empty bottles on the table as he spoke.
"Yes, their..."
Mo Hong started to explain.
"No need to explain."
Lu Xiaobu stood up, "Consider the contract cancelled. The breach of contract fee will be transferred to your account."
"What?! President Lu, what is this?!"
Mo Hong was dumbfounded.
What was this about?!
Cancel just like that?
This was a contract worth billions, not child’s play!
Cancel it just like that?!
This must be a joke?!
Has he gone mad?!
Just for insulting him once?
But wasn’t he already apologizing?!
"No more questions."
Lu Xiaobu straightened his clothes, "Let teach you one last thing."
"What?"
Mo Hong asked subconsciously.
"This."
Lu Xiaobu picked up the bottle that Mo Hong had just emptied, and swung it at Huang Wenta, who was sitting quietly like a good child.
"Thud!"
You all probably know how thick the Remy Martin bottles are, but you surely don’t know how much they hurt when they hit!
Today, Huang Wenta found out.
Completely off guard, and perhaps even secretly pleased, Huang Wenta was stunned by the bottle.
His mind buzzed instantly!
The pain didn’t even register at first!
He couldn’t believe it as he touched his sticky hair, looked at the blood-red color, and stared disbelievingly at Lu Xiaobu, "Why?!"
"Who gave you the audacity to play tricks in front of ?"
Lu Xiaobu wiped his hands and walked out. "Mo Hong, enjoy your drink by yourself. You can smash a bottle for every bottle you drink, all on my tab!"
After saying that, Lu Xiaobu headed out.
Mo Hong watched Lu Xiaobu’s retreating figure, glanced at the bottle in his hand, then at Huang Wenta, who was lying on the table, his head covered in blood.
Instantly!
Crack—
It was as if a bolt of lightning had streaked across Mo Hong’s mind.
His entire brain was whiteout!
He got it!
So, gritting his teeth, he raised the bottle to his throat and began to fiercely guzzle it down!
"Glug, glug, glug!"
This ti, he drank even faster than before!
And the more he drank, the more ferocious Mo Hong’s expression beca!
"Pop!"
Mo Hong finished drinking.
Without pausing, he lifted the bottle and smacked it down on Huang Wenta’s head.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
Huang Wenta, already in excruciating pain and on the verge of unconsciousness, convulsed, then quickly went limp!
Even so, Mo Hong wasn’t satisfied.
He picked up a third bottle and poured it down his throat!
He wanted to smash this bastard to death!
He understood everything now, all too clearly.
Where was this?
This was Huang Wenta’s turf.
Lu Xiaobu was here, others might not know, might not recognize him, but could he not recognize, not know?!
But what about it?
He never ntioned it.
Not only did he not ntion it, he also invited him to drink.
And the seat was right next to Lu Xiaobu!
Is there such a coincidence?!
So, this was no damned coincidence; it was this bastard playing him!
Calculating him to his death!
Of course, it was also his fault for running his mouth freely and recklessly!
That’s why Lu Xiaobu told him, drink a bottle, smash once!
Only by drinking a bottle, making up for his mistake, did he earn the right to lay his hands on Huang Wenta!
Of course, he still hadn’t figured out why Lu Xiaobu wanted to end the contract!
But for now, he wouldn’t think about that!
...
Lu Xiaobu walked out, or rather, fought his way out of the bar.
Amidst cries of agony behind him, Lu Xiaobu got into his car.
A flash of displeasure in his eyes.
Honestly, if it weren’t for that Mo Hong today calling him a player, wanting to do well in the ga, he would definitely be one lying there today.
Of course, once he finished drinking, he’d be lying down just the sa.
"Young Master, it’s my fault, I didn’t investigate thoroughly!" Liang Lan said with a face full of guilt.
Mo Hong might not understand, but she did.
Her heart was filled with imnse guilt!
Had they not discovered it early, by the ti the Korea-hosted Global Competition was inaugurating, Young Master would have probably beco a laughing stock.
She could even foresee how the Koreans would mock.
"Whispering, so this is the impressive Lu Xiaobu, tsk tsk tsk, where’s your prowess now? Isn’t this your genius ga? Why is it us organizing the global competition? How about you just set the venue in our Korea?"
Would those words sting? Are they infuriating?
But those would still be considered kind.
Because, that would an the event was successfully held.
Should there be any little issue, do you think the Koreans would take the bla?
Dream on!
They would 120% shift the bla onto the Young Master.
All about deducting wages, intentionally making things difficult, unfair treatnt...
If any of the above didn’t happen by then, she wouldn’t be a Liang!
So just how big of a mistake did she make!!!
"It’s fine, how much ti do we have left?" Lu Xiaobu asked with narrowed eyes.
Sister Lan had been too busy lately, it wasn’t her fault, with the operation expanding, mistakes were inevitable.
"One month." Liang Lan felt sowhat relieved, thankful that they had initially allowed an extra half-month cushion, or else they would have truly beco a joke.
"Good, that’s enough ti." Lu Xiaobu’s face was stern. "First thing, we wreck the place!"
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