Long Junchen knew that the people of Situ Lingling's family were stingy at first sight and could not stand others' glory. Mo Yibai must have been found by Situ Feng.

Situ Feng was not angry when he saw that he was exposed, and said viciously: "You trash, so what if you keep the store? His wife has gone to warm the bed for Mr. Du, hahaha."

According to Situ Feng's guess, this kid could come back to the restaurant so soon, so he would definitely not go back. As long as he didn't go back, Situ Chong should be able to take Situ Lingling away.

When Long Junchen heard this, he felt very clear and said, these two guys had indeed colluded.

Long Junchen's lips were squirming, and he was about to speak, but Situ Feng's phone rang.

Situ Feng took out his cell phone and saw that the caller ID was Situ Chong. He was happy and looked at Long Junchen with a gloating look.

"Hey, brother, how about it? The girl Lingling took it away. Hehehe, let him serve Young Master Du well." Situ Feng smiled sinisterly, and a sarcastic curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, Long Junchen sat in his arms without hesitation, hugging his arms calmly, looking at Situ Feng like a fool.

"Bah, take it away, I almost can't save my life!" Situ Chong screamed and scolded fiercely from the other end of the phone.

"How could it be? How could a weak woman and a disabled old man do you?" Situ Feng frowned, feeling a little bad premonition.

"They can't do anything to me, but that boy Long Junchen is back!" Situ Chong's voice was a little angry, probably because he was scared just now.

"Then even if that brat is back, have you brought so many brothers? You can't beat a waste?" Situ Feng was a little anxious and his speech speed increased. In order not to let Long Junchen, who was standing opposite, hear it, he tried his best to lower his voice.

"Waste, waste, I think you are the waste. What bad idea did you come up with? Let me tell you, we can definitely not afford to offend Long Junchen!

He also has brothers under his command, and I feel that he is quite good at the beginning. He is probably a guy who leaves both black and white!"

"But you have brought so many people, you have guys in your hands, and Du Yicheng is supported by him. Are you afraid of being so bad, just fuck them!" Situ Feng said angrily.

"We have guys, don't they have guys? Our guys are just iron sticks and sharp knives. Do you know what guys Long Junchen is carrying?"

"What is it?" Situ Feng frowned.

"It's a gun! Gun! Situ Feng! Do you know who you messed with? It's a gun that can kill you in one round!" Situ Chong roared angrily, perhaps because he wanted to use this anger to cover up his extreme fear.

During the past period, he was scared of all his urine and shit. The underwear was now covered with dirt and before he could even wash it, he wanted to remind his brother first.

When Situ Feng heard Situ Chong's words, his phone slid from his hand and fell to the ground. His stomach suddenly felt like it was overturning and his face turned pale.

Those of them, saying that they know a little people on the road, will only brag, fight, and at most they will shed some blood, and they will definitely not be killed.

What a good guy, this Long Junchen, came up and played with it, and directly took out the gun. This is not the same level at all.

Just like this, it is a backward agricultural society, you just get a machine gun from above, and no matter how many people there are, you won’t beat you.

Situ Feng trembled as if he had seen a ghost and picked up his phone. He didn't dare to look at Long Junchen's eyes anymore. He screamed "wow" and ran away with his butt.

Long Junchen plunged his hands behind his head, curled his lips with disdain, and returned to the store.

The business is not very good today. Few customers come to visit the store. Even if there are any, they all left directly when they see Liang Jianguo, Jiang Zhiguo, and even Qi Baishi.

Long Junchen didn't mind at all, and he was too lazy to stay and kept them. These things were sold to people they really like, and Long Junchen was too lazy to greet them if they were casually viewed.

In the evening, the dusk was gentle. Long Junchen stretched and was about to close the store when he went home for dinner. Two figures suddenly blocked Long Junchen at the door.

"Hello, can we visit?" Both of them were wearing black windbreakers, with their hat brim being pulled low and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Before Long Junchen could refuse, the two men quickly got into the store. Long Junchen had no choice but to close the door and receive the two last guests.

"Hello, my store is about to close. May I ask you?" Long Junchen saw the faces of these two people as soon as he walked into the store.

It turned out that it was Mo Yibai who came with Situ Feng to make trouble during the day, and his assistant, who also came here during the day, and it seemed that he was named Hao Xiaoqiang.

Mo Yibai's eyes glanced back and forth at the paintings and calligraphy in the store, and the greed in his eyes was unconcealed.

"It's not bad, every piece here is a masterpiece of history. But when placed in this small shop, it's hard to exude the light they should have!" Mo Yibai praised.

"The wine is not afraid of the deep alley. There is no need for President to worry about this matter." Long Junchen responded coldly.

"Hey, you are a big or small person, why do you talk to President Mo?" Hao Xiaoqiang next to him saw that Long Junchen was not polite, and also pointed at Long Junchen's nose and cursed.

"Hey, Xiaoqiang, don't be excited. Everyone is friends. Do you think so, Brother Jun Chen?" Mo Yibai smiled and pulled Hao Xiaoqiang behind him.

"Sorry, I am a withdrawn person and have no friends." Long Junchen knew from the other party that the visitor was not good, and he immediately drew a clear line.

He knew that some people might deliberately record the audio and then blackmail them afterwards, so they might deliberately cliché during the conversation. Long Junchen has experienced this kind of scene many times.

When Mo Yibai saw Long Junchen so straightforward, his face was also stern, "Brother Junchen, if it weren't for me today, would you have smashed your signature?"

Long Junchen's eyes sternly, and he smiled indifferently: "Oh? Why didn't I see it?"

Mo Yibai twitched his mouth, but he still maintained the calmness he should have and said, "Are your paintings true or false, but do you understand what I say?"

Mo Yibai's voice was not loud, but the sentence was mixed with a strong sense of threat.

"Oh? What does the authenticity of the painting have to do with you? It is true, always true. No matter how much it is to make a fuss, it is still false. There are too many hypocrisy in the world, so these paintings are more real." Long Junchen raised his eyebrows, carried his body over, and no longer looked at the two men.
Chapter completed!