Lian Sanyue glanced at him and laughed: "I'm looking forward to that day."

"There are still many examples of Zhao Feichen's domineering, so I won't give them one by one. You just need to remember that the Zhao family protects the weak, and if you offend Zhao Feichen, it is an enmity with the Zhao family. Don't look at my Wanbaowu's one-sidedness. You can only do business with the protection of your family, and you should decide for yourself whether it is good or bad."

After finishing speaking, Lian Sanyue stretched out her hand and said:

"Bring the cards!"

Zhang Yuanqing ignored him, walked straight to the side of the container, scanned for a long time, picked up a small dusty round mirror, opened his star eyes, and looked at himself in the mirror.

I saw that the two palaces of "wealth" and "evil" were covered with dark clouds, which were very ominous, indicating that his money was facing a huge loss and he was at risk of serious injury.

As for "Yuan" Gong Qingming, there is no haze, which also indicates that there is no problem with the contract he signed in the cooperation, and there is no such thing as a business partner reneging on the contract.

If Lian Sanyue deliberately violated the contract and deliberately sold Firestone to operate, there must be a haze in the "Yuan" Palace. Zhang Yuanqing believes that this matter is not Lian Sanyue's instruction.

To be on the safe side, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Fu Qingyang.

If he had an accident, or disappeared, it would be the responsibility of Wanbaowu and the Zhao family.

After sending the message, he returned to the cashier, grabbed the hand card from the inventory, handed it over with a blank face, and asked along the way:

"What about Zhao Feichen's level?"

"Level 3 extraordinary." Lian Sanyue said while taking the cards in her hand:

"He has not been a spiritual practitioner for a long time, only about two years. To be able to reach this level is already extremely talented. After all, not everyone is like you."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded and looked towards the door of the store.

Xue Qiangwei, who was waiting outside, came in.

Click!

She crushed the card in her hand, and the spell engraved on it emerged and spread rapidly, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw the familiar "vegetable market" again, and saw guests wearing masks or cloaks.

Lian Sanyue held a cigarette between her fingertips, crossed her chest with one hand, and pursed into the distance:

"Zhao Feichen rented a place with me to buy Flint, heh, waiting for you."

Zhang Yuanqing followed the trend, and through the passers-by walking in layers, he saw a well-dressed young man lying lazily on a rocking chair behind the booth.

He was wearing a famous brand, the shoes were sneakers autographed by a certain football star, his short hair was styled, and he was meticulously groomed. He also had a good appearance.

Beside this young master, there is also a middle-aged man in black with an ancient sword in his arms.

There were also two cool young women in short skirts and T-shirts, one squatting in front and the other standing behind, rubbing his legs and shoulders for him.

The young son closed his eyes and took a nap, leisurely.

The passers-by and stall owners around looked sideways and sighed.

The only one who can be so "arrogant" in Wanbao House is Zhao Feichen, the number one playboy of the Zhao family.

No saint dared to show off like him.

At this time, the young girl who was gently pinching her shoulders caught a glimpse of the proprietress twisting her waist and leading an ordinary-looking young man over. She immediately bowed her head and whispered something to the young master. JrNovels.com