"Now that I have taken the agency right, when are you going to leave?"
Hearing Ye Hao's words, a group of senior officials looked at each other in blank dismay.
No one would have thought that Ye Hao would mention this matter at this moment.
Meng Shaonan also turned pale, and said in a low voice: "I, I, I..."
"What are you? Since there is an agreement, it must be carried out!" Remember in a second
Ye Wencheng had a righteous expression on his face.
"Since you have this bet with Consultant Ye, you can go now."
"For the sake of your hard work for our Hong Kong gambling consortium over the years, I will give you one year's annual salary as severance pay, and don't appear in front of me again in the future!"
"Come here, give me the money, throw it out!"
Ye Wencheng looked righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact he secretly protected Meng Shaonan.
After all, Ye Qingmei and Ye Hao really got the agency rights of the Ishikawa Group, and it was a great deal of agency rights.
At this time, even Ye Wencheng did not dare to offend Ye Qingmei casually, because it would provoke public anger.
Hearing Ye Wencheng's words, his secretary came over at this moment, ready to take Meng Shaonan away.
Ye Qingmei didn't say anything.
Instead, Ye Hao took a step forward and smiled faintly: "Wait a minute, Chairman Ye."
"Although I understand that you have to take care of your old housekeeper's son, but for me, the bet has to be fulfilled."
"It's up to you to give him money."
"However, before he leaves, according to the agreement, he has to cut off one hand."
"I don't know Chairman Ye, are you going to do it yourself, or are you going to let me do it?"
Ye Hao squeezed his fingers, and someone delivered a baseball bat and put it on the table.
He looked at Ye Wencheng with a half-smile, his expression indifferent.
If he came to do it, Meng Shaonan's hand would definitely be useless.
And if Ye Wencheng did something, Meng Shaonan might be able to keep his hand, but from now on, his diehard loyalists in the Hong Kong gambling syndicate might have a different heart.
To put it simply, Ye Hao's simple sentence directly put Ye Wencheng into a dilemma.
Meng Shaonan's face was pale, and he looked at Ye Wencheng pleadingly, because he knew very well that Ye Wencheng should "be merciful" to him, so that he would not be really useless.
Ye Wencheng's face darkened on the spot, he squinted at Ye Hao for a long time, finally sighed, and said lightly: "What a Ye Hao, what a consultant Ye..."
After finishing the words, he picked up the baseball bat on the table and swung it down towards where Meng Shaonan was.
"Crack��"
Meng Shaonan's arm was broken, and the pain made him twitch all over, but he held back his wailing and kept twitching all over his body.
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