Feng Xing said with a smile: "I'm sorry to ask Mr. Wen to come in such a rude way, but it's also because of other ways. I'm afraid Mr. Wen won't come. Even if you come, you won't admit what you've done. So Feng has no choice but to do this. If you have any offence, please forgive Mr. Wen."

Wen Wenjun's face changed again. In fact, he had already guessed what he wanted to say.

But he just won't admit it.

He said with a sneer: "Mr. Feng is really funny. What have I done to admit it in front of you? You are bullying me, just returned home, so you use such means to humiliate me? Feng Xinglang, although you have a strong foundation in China, Wen Wenjun is not a vegetarian, so you'd better let me go now... "

"Mr. Wen, don't worry."

This time, the speaker was Feng Yan.

He took a picture from his arms and handed it to Wen Wenjun.

"Mr. Wen might as well have a look at the man in the picture. Do you know the man in the picture? Let's talk about the next thing, OK?"

I saw a picture of a middle-aged man with mental distress. His skin was tanned a little bit, and his coarse mineral paste son. The whole person looked like a normal middle-aged frustrated man.

Wen Wenjun just took a look, then withdrew his eyes.

The expressionless way: "do not know."

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.

"No? Really? "

Wen Wenjun did not speak.

Feng Yan suddenly laughed and said, "that's strange. Since you say you don't know each other, why did someone testify that one night half a month ago, you went to his house and gave him a big bag of cash?"

Wen Wenjun's body was stiff with the naked eye.

This time, though slight, was still keenly captured by Feng Yan and Feng Xinglang.

They looked at Wen Wenjun with twinkling eyes. Feng Xinglang said, "if Mr. Wen is not convinced, we can bring the witness up for confrontation on the spot. But by then, I'm afraid things will not be as reasonable as they are now."

"After all, people have helped us. Since we let you see him, we can't let him have any more trouble, so for the sake of safety..."

"What do you want?"

Wen Wenjun suddenly made a noise and interrupted him.

His original gentle and elegant face now showed a touch of rare ferocity.

"You want to kill me? Dare you? "

Seal line langweiton, then, slowly smile.

"Mr. Wen is joking. What can't be killed? We are serious businessmen and never do such bloody things. "

Wen Wenjun choked on his words and almost didn't laugh.

"Business man? Do businessmen drugged people to such places? Who are you fooling with? "

Feng Xinglang nodded slightly, "well, you know we're fooling you."

Wen Wenjun:

I can't talk this day.

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The atmosphere in the living room was a little awkward. Feng Xinglang didn't worry. He just sat there and waited quietly.

Feng Yan didn't even know where to get a cup of tea for him. Feng Xinglang took two mouthfuls of tea. He thought the tea was bad and didn't want it.

"If Mr. Wen doesn't think about it, we can wait. But you know, I still have injuries and I can't wait too long. This is my wife's house. Her greatest hobby every day is to go around and inspect her own house property. Maybe she will come back sometime."

"I don't want to make her worry, and I don't want to poke this matter into Miss Su's, so before she comes, I must give a solution to this matter, so Mr. Wen."

He paused again, but this time, his tone was much sharper.

"You must think clearly."

Wen Wenjun's face changed when he heard the words "Miss Su".

He stares at Feng Xinglang and asks, "even if I admit it, what? You don't dare to kill me. Do you really hand me over to the police? "

Feng Xing Lang picked his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I've said that I'm a businessman."

Wen Wenjun frowned and didn't quite understand what he meant.

Fearing that his father would be tired if he said too much, Feng Yan took the initiative to explain: "Mr. Wen has several good industries in China, and my father and I think they are all good. So if Mr. Wen is willing to part with each other, we will not pursue this matter."

Wen Wenjun was stunned there.

As if I can't believe what I've heard, I look at them still.

Feng Xinglang was a little embarrassed and coughed gently.

After all, it is the first time to do this kind of blackmail, and it is more or less shameless.

Feng Yan's face was not red and his breath was out of breath.

In any case, my father said that this should not be a big issue. It really offended those evil forces. At most, we could not get any benefit from it.Now that he is old, he is not as bold as he was when he was young.

Knowing that sometimes there is no real justice in this world.

Everything, however, is based on their own heart, to give everyone a complete.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang will come up with such a compromise.

It is said that it is only a few industries, but in fact, Wen Wenjun knows what he means. He wants all the power and wealth of Wen Wenjun in China.

After taking these away, it means that Wen Wenjun has been completely expelled from China, and he will never be able to come back.

Wen Wenjun naturally understood what he meant, so he bit his teeth hard and didn't promise to export.

Feng Yan said with a smile: "Mr. Wen has half an hour to think about it. If you haven't agreed after half an hour, then I'm sorry. We have to do it on business."

Finish saying, bow head to Feng Xinglang to say: "I push you to go in again rest a while."

Feng Xinglang's body has not been fully recovered, and he said a few words, really feel tired.

Therefore, he did not refuse and nodded, allowing him to push himself to the room inside.

This half an hour, Wen Wenjun has been sitting on the floor of the living room, no talk, no one pay attention to him.

He hung his head slightly, so even from the temporary monitoring in the living room, he could not see the expression on his face.

However, Feng Xinglang and Feng Yan didn't want to see it. No matter what expression he had on his face and how depressed he was in his heart, he had to give the money and the business.

After all, he is the current owner of the family. His injuries are not in vain.

There are also two living lives, so the truck driver needn't say that he is responsible for it, but the driver who has been driving for Feng Xinglang has really made him feel sorry.