Chapter 1372: conflict

The gunpowder smoke filled the nose, irritating everyone's nerves.
Ma led them to turn their heads and looked over, and saw the uncle's top three and a group of people file in, holding a shotgun in their hands.
A staff member stepped forward to block but was kicked over by the uncle Sanjia, and the rest of his companions wanted to pounce on and were deterred by his men.
"what--"
There was a panic in the audience. Many women screamed and avoided. They all looked at the top three in a panic. Some people knew, but many others didn't.
When the young man known as Song Shao sneered at his uncle's top three, Ma Gang waved his hand to stop the bodyguards from taking action, and smiled with a wine glass:
"Three young masters, good evening, so to save face, come and join us uninvited?"
Of course he knows the details of the uncle's top three, and it is precisely because of understanding that Director Ma does not put him in his eyes, and he is waiting for the uncle's top three.
Few people know that Ma Gang's ultimate goal in dealing with Han Jing is to regard Han Jing as the top three uncles.
If no one next to the top three of the uncle came to Ma Gang, he pulled a chair and sat down, then took out a cigar and lit it:
"Director Ma, you are in a good mood. It seems that you have succeeded in harming others."
He ignored the contempt of the handsome men and women around him and the noncommittal expression of Song Shao, staring directly at Ma Gang, who was smiling again and again:
"It's just a nasty thing and a high-profile celebration that will be retributed by God."
Magang laughed, and stepped forward to look at Uncle Sanjia, "I am a layman, a layman, and what I pursue is mundane things."
"Drinking, eating meat, playing with women, Yinggeyanwu is a gentle town, this is the realm I have always pursued, so I have always been in a good mood."
"I know, I am drunk in life and dream of death. I can't go on stage, but people are alive. Don't you just pay attention to happiness?"
Having said that, he paused for a while, and many Chinese men and women in the audience laughed happily, echoing Ma Gang's attitude of "life is proud to be happy".
"As for the harmful and nasty things you said, I really don't understand."
Ma Gang looked innocent: "I really did something bad, I'm afraid it would have been retribution as you said."
Uncle Sanjia coldly snorted: "Ma Gang, don't talk about those useless, I tell you, Beibei is my friend for many years and my best friend."
"No one can bully her, whoever wants to toss her, ruin her, that is my enemy."
"I am easy to talk, but my gun, my brother, may not give you face."
He tapped the table hard with a shotgun: "I will restore all of Beibei's reputation immediately, otherwise I don't want to get out of here tonight."
"Three young masters, you are threatening me."
Ma Gang took a sip of red wine, but didn't smile. "Let's not say that I didn't bully Beibei. Even if I really bully her, you can't be so arrogant."
"This is a country ruled by law in a society under the rule of law. I am not an important person, but I am also a half-business card of China, who has done a lot for China."
"Bringing his men into my banquet, and blasting my door with guns, threatened me with public power."
Ma Gang looked awe-inspiring: "Do you think you are invincible in the world, or do you think I am weak to be deceived?"
"Mr. Taishu is a world-renowned outstanding Chinese, half of his wealth donated to the country without blinking."
"This grand festival is remembered by all Chinese people, as well as by Ma Gang, Mr. Taishu is destined to stay in history."
When Mrs. Sanjia squinted his eyes, Ma Gang pointed his finger on his nose, heartbroken:
"You are the son of the old gentleman. You are now ignoring the legal guidelines, and you are attacking the old man with arms in a large number of people, not only breaking the law, but also smearing the old gentleman."
"Did you know that his fame was tainted by you in this way? Are you worthy of his old man's heart and soul?"
Ma Gang also slapped the table with a bang, and shouted emotionally: "It's really shameless descendants, shameless descendants."
This thrown out immediately attracted the men and women present to agree, and they were originally afraid of the shotguns of his uncle's top three, but now they all turned into contempt.
Tai Shu Sanjia also moved his lips. In addition to his unpredictable toughness from Ma Gang, there is also his excellent eloquence of'righteousness and awe-inspiring'.
These words can be regarded as the uncle's top three ranks.
Taishu Sanjia doesn't care about his consequences, but his father's reputation for many years, the reputation of more than five billion yuan, he can't help but weigh.
But thinking of Beibei’s current situation, the uncle Sanjia looked cold again, staring at the proud Ma Gang:
"Director Ma, your eloquence is good, and it's even better to reverse black and white. If you change to someone else, you will definitely be intimidated by your words."
"Even if you are not intimidated, you will be plausibly bluffed, but you mistaken my uncle's top three."
"I care about the reputation of the uncle's family and the hard work of the old father, but I will also protect Beibei."
"As long as I do this thing with a clear conscience, and I am worthy of my father and the uncle's family, what does it mean to be tarnished?"
There was a chill in the eyes of the uncle Sanjia: "Whether it is me or my father, as long as my heart is upright, I won't be tired of reputation."
"Let me ask you one more sentence, will the restoration of Beibei's reputation be restored?"
His right hand has clenched the shotgun tightly, and his voice suddenly rises by three points: "If you don't give Beibe an explanation, I will give you an explanation."
The viciousness revealed in the words of the uncle's top three caused many people present to stop breathing, and everyone could feel the murder.
And Song Shaoze, who was always silent, narrowed his eyes and looked at Tai Shu San Jia, but he also showed contempt, as if ridiculing Tai Shu San Jia over his own power.
"I said that Beibei's matter has nothing to do with me. It is her poor style and she is responsible for her own sake."
Ma Gang was a little surprised that the uncle's top three hob meat, he didn't even care about the reputation of the uncle's family, but he quickly recovered his calmness and said faintly:
"But if you have to recognize me, then I will carry it down temporarily."
Ma Gang pulled a chair and sat down, drinking a glass of red wine in one sip: "Babe counts me as the victim, how? Are you going to blow my head? Or hit me?"
"I'm also telling you that the incident has just begun, and the entertainment industry will definitely drive away Beibei, not only leaving her with nowhere to turn, but also ruining her."
Uncle Sanjia pinched the sparkling cigarette butt: "Ma Gang, it seems that you are really reckless?"
"Consequence? Honestly, I am really not afraid of the consequences."
Magang laughed loudly: "I'm upright and famous, what are the consequences? If you have the ability, you can move me!"
This sentence immediately drew many people's applause, allowing Ma Gang to establish an image of defying power.
"Crack!"
Uncle Sanjia turned his shotgun, stood up calmly, smiling in full bloom: "Very well, then I will save you some memento."
Just when Mrs. Sanjia was about to smash Ma Gang's calf with a shot, Song Shao turned his head noncommittal, and a 40-year-old man with mushroom head walked out behind him.
The mushroom-headed man stood in front of Ma Gang, took out a black notebook, slapped it out in front of Uncle Sanjia, and then screamed:
"roll!"