I Don’t Want To Be Popular Chapter 433: The middleman

Chen Chuan certainly wouldn't expose too much in front of people who knew him, so he said: "They are useless, they fell collectively and broke their legs."

"Ah? Are you so careless? Do you want to call them a car to the hospital?" The two looked at the miserable five people.

"We don't need to call, they will call themselves." Chen Chuan said, walking to his Bentley, "I'm going out, and you two will let Sister Lu go to the hot pot restaurant to help for two days."

Sister Lu refers to Lu Feilu, the sister of Lu Youfang. The woman was strong and able to fight since she was a child. Later, with the blessing of the system, her strength in taekwondo and judo soared, and it was no problem for one to beat ten men.

With Sister Lu at the hot pot restaurant, Chen Chuan was relieved.

"Chuan, I know Director Ma of the North District Police Station, would you like me to say hello to him?" the third cousin shouted.

"No, it's just a trivial matter. Try not to write anything related to the official family, go first." Chen Chuan said.

Bentley galloped through the streets of Haiqin City, heading straight to the Baige Hotel on Xiangnan Road.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when I got there.

Xiangnan Road is also a prosperous area in the south of the city.

The White Pigeon Hotel is located on a commercial street. Chen Chuan saw a coffee shop next to the hotel - Youxiang Family Coffee.

Chen Chuan felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Hey, Chen Chuan, why did you come to the Southern District?" A young woman in jeans and a white sweater came out of the cafe.

"Wei Xiao? This is your store?" Chen Chuan saw her, it was Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao smiled: "Yes, come in for a drink?"

Chen Chuan even smiled when she saw her. This attitude was completely different from before yesterday. I don't know if the 1 million Vacheron Constantin worked, or her dream last night made her change her opinion of herself.

"What are you doing here?" Wei Xiao asked.

"Well, it's a bit of business, let's go to work first." Chen Chuan said.

"Okay, bye." She waved from the door of the coffee shop.

Chen Chuan walked into the Baige Hotel and asked the little girl at the front desk, which room Xu Mang stayed in, but I didn't expect this little girl to be very strict.

Reality is reality after all, and Xu Mang's few people are not so vigilant.

Chen Chuan was waiting there. After a while, the door of a room opened, and a young man came out wearing slippers and asked in accented Mandarin, "Who is it, who is looking for Brother Mangzi?"

Chen Chuan walked over and said, "It's me."

"Who are you?" The young man squinted at Chen Chuan.

"Just call me Mangzi Dad." Chen Chuan passed the youth and walked into the room.

The room was quite spacious, a standard room with an extra bed, filled with smoke, and there were five people.

Chen Chuan checked it right, plus the young man at the door, these six were the six people who went to the hot pot restaurant to make trouble that day.

"Who are you?" asked the tattooed man lying on the bed with gauze wrapped around his head.

The tattoo on the man's arm is the flying goddess.

Chen Chuan watched the video, then watched the tattooed man, and asked, "Brother Mangzi?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mangzi Dad." Chen Chuan said.

Mangzi: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a

After finishing speaking, Chen Chuan regretted a little, because of this nickname, maybe it was because he suffered a loss and recognized a father, or took advantage of it. Not to mention, Chinese sentence segmentation is extensive and profound.

"Who are you riding on the horse? Daddy's here?" Brother Mangzi stared.

Chen Chuan said: "Breaking a mobile phone cost 1 million yuan, hitting my cousin's head for 500 yuan, and puncturing my sister's palm and leg... 5 million yuan, which has affected the reputation of the hot pot restaurant, 2 million yuan is fine. Oh yes, pouring beer on my cousin's head caused him to catch a cold and get sick, which in turn affected the launch progress of the space rocket. This cannot be measured in money, count you... 20 million. How much is this in total?"

"You step..." A young man was about to scold.

Clap!

The youth only said 2 words, and was slapped by Chen Chuan with a backhand slap.

After the young man's body turned more than 720 degrees in the air, he spun and flew to a bed.

Chen Chuan took out his mobile phone, clicked on the calculator, and said, "28 million and 500 yuan, this is the loss you caused when you went to trouble, who will settle the bill?"

The room was silent.

"You..."

Boom!

Another young man was about to speak when Chen Chuan kicked him more than ten meters away. The opponent's body hit the wall like a broken sack and fell to the ground.

"If you don't have so much money, just write an IOU and sign it." Chen Chuan said, "Do you have a pen?"

Chen Chuan looked at Brother Mangzi lying on the bed.

Brother Mangzi was originally lying comfortably, but when he saw Chen Chuan slap one person and kick another ten meters away, he was a little stunned.

"Are you going to say anything other than asking who you are?" Chen Chuan asked him.

"Yes." Mangzi said.

"Did you bring someone to my hot pot restaurant to make trouble?"

Mangzi took a deep breath and said, "What's the matter?"

Chen Chuan saw an open bottle of beer on the table, picked it up and poured it on Mangzi's head, and said, "You did this before, right? Pour wine on my cousin's head?"

The rushing cold beer was poured on top of Brother Mangzi's head.

Brother Mangzi's clothes and the quilt on the bed were all wet with alcohol.

Chen Chuan finished pouring a bottle, opened a new bottle, continued to pour on Mangzi's head, and said, "Several other people, come over and stretch their heads."

The others stood still.

Chen Chuan raised his leg and kicked one of them out. The man's body hit the TV in the hotel room.

The TV is torn apart.

Seeing this, the other two obediently leaned in front of Mangzi, and the three of them gathered together.

Chen Chuan poured beer on the heads of the three and said, "Open the bottle yourself."

Click!

A young man opened a bottle and handed it to Chen Chuan with his head down.

Chen Chuan took it and continued pouring.

Another young man also opened a bottle and handed it to Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan finished pouring, looked at Brother Mangzi and asked, "Where's your bottle? Why don't you open it?"

"I..." Brother Mangzi swallowed.

Chen Chuan raised his hand, grabbed his neck and lifted him from the bed, holding him up in the air.

"Cough, cough, uh uh..." Mangzi kicked and kicked, his eyes rolled wildly.

Time passed, Chen Chuan pinching Brother Mangzi was as simple as pinching a chick.

Brother Mangzi's face flushed red and his eyes became more and more white.

Chen Chuan let go, he fell to the ground, coughed, picked up a bottle of beer, opened it with a wine starter, and poured it on his head.

Chen Chuan picked up another bottle full of wine and smashed it at Mangzi's head, shattering the glass.

"Is there a girl at that time who was pushed down by you and her hand was pierced." Chen Chuan said.

Mangzi and the other two young men quickly put their hands on the glass slag, bleeding.

Several other youths were kicked by Chen Chuan and couldn't get up.

Chen Chuan poured a pass, and felt that his anger had subsided. He sat on a chair and said, "Who asked you to go to a hot pot restaurant to make trouble, call that person and ask him to come here."

"Brother, you are bullshit! We can't beat you. If you abuse us, we will accept it. But brother, you better not provoke it." A young man said.

Chen Chuan held a beer bottle in his hand.

"Don't do it, don't do it, I'll call, I'll call." Brother Mangzi struggled, picked up his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said, "Brother, yes, can you come to the White Pigeon Hotel?"

……

Twenty minutes later.

Three black Maybachs parked outside the Dove Hotel.

The car door opened, and seven or eight young people entered the hotel.

The door opens.

Seven or eight people walked into the room and looked at the mess in the room and Chen Chuan sitting on the chair.

Chen Chuan is playing the glory of the king with his mobile phone.

The mobile phone is placed outside, and the voice of "Super God" is constantly heard.

Mangzi's group saw the people who came in, and their eyes burst with vitality, and they rushed over and cried, "Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen, this kid beat us, and he wanted 28 million and 500 yuan."

Chen Chuan didn't seem to see the young man who came in, and didn't put away his mobile phone until the end of the game.

This young man is about twenty-three or four years old, about his own age. He was wearing a bright gray high-cold windbreaker, about 190 cm tall, fair complexion, thick eyebrows, and gray-white airplane hair.

Chen Chuan looked at him.

He looked at Chen Chuan, then looked at the messy room, the glass **** on the ground, the broken TV, the young man lying on the ground...

"Did you find someone to make trouble at Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Yes."

Chen Chuan stood up, stomped on his chest, kicked him seven or eight meters away, and hit the wall.

Chen Chuan took a step forward and asked again, "Did you send the second wave of people today?"

"Yes, what are you..."

Boom!

Chen Chuan picked him up and kicked him again. This kick kicked him more than ten meters away, kicked him from the room to the outside of the room, and hit the door of the opposite room.

Only a "bang" was heard, and the door of the room was knocked down and fell to the ground.

In that room, a young couple who looked like students were stunned.

The seven or eight young people who came in with the young man reacted and rushed towards Chen Chuan together.

Chen Chuan glanced at each other, and the seven or eight people stopped.

"Hit, kill him!" shouted the young man who was kicked out of the room by Chen Chuan.

The seven or eight young people continued to pounce on Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan clenched his fists, each one punched, his ribs, armpits, and lower abdomen were all within his attack range.

A clean fight that ends in 10 seconds.

Seven or eight young men collapsed in unison, twitching on the ground.

Thunder-like fists, the pain of hitting the body hard, making them sweat on their foreheads, and the pain in their hearts is something they have never experienced before.

In the room, there is only one person standing.

The person was a woman with nice heavy makeup. She was originally standing with the tall young man in the gray-white airplane nose, and looked like his female companion or something.

"What's the matter with you, why are you fighting? Why are you beating? You, did you mention Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant just now?" The woman looked at Chen Chuan and said.

"Well, that's my store. He sent people to make trouble again and again, and even injured people, scaring customers away. Should he beat him?" Chen Chuan reasoned with the woman.

The woman said: "Is your name... Chen Chuan?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Chen Chuan looked at her, but her makeup was too heavy, she just felt familiar and couldn't recognize who it was.

The woman said: "If it's Yunchuan hot pot restaurant, then this may be a misunderstanding. Chen Chuan, when your hot pot restaurant opened, my grandfather asked me to send flower baskets to your restaurant, but you were not there at the time. "

"Oh? Your grandfather? You are that..." Chen Chuan felt that she was getting more familiar.

She smiled: "I'm Yin Ting, my grandfather is Yin Shikai, you went to grandpa's house to paint, and you sold him the "Li Dong·Snow Scenery Landscape"."

"Yin Ting? I'll go! How did you become like this?" Chen Chuan looked at the heavy makeup woman in surprise.

She laughed: "I like to do heavy makeup lately, do you know me? Did grandpa introduce me to you?"

Chen Chuan also laughed, but it was not introduced by her grandfather, but in [World], when I ate at Song Jinyi's house, I met. Chen Chuan bought Yinjialing's office building for 600 million yuan. Later, the two went shopping together and helped each other get dressed in the fitting room.

Speaking of which, the two do not know each other in reality, but in the [world], they know each other well.

"Yin Ting, is that tall guy your boyfriend? No way, you're a beauty anyway, that 190 tall guy looks like he has no brains, and even sent people to my hot pot restaurant, really fed up ." Chen Chuan said.

"Haha, his name is Ye Zhen, he is not my boyfriend, we are just friends. You must have misunderstood. Can I help you to reconcile? Everyone will be friends in the future." Yin Ting said with a smile, and rushed again. He shouted outside, "Ye Zhen, why did you go to Chen Chuan's hot pot restaurant?"

The 190-year-old youth was named Ye Zhen. He was kicked by Chen Chuan. He was lying on the ground and spinning.

The owner of the White Pigeon Hotel, seeing Ye Zhen's Young Master Ye lying on the ground, hurriedly ran over to help him: "Ye Shao, Ye Shao, are you alright?"

Ye Zhen was helped up.

Chen Chuan walked out and walked in front of Ye Zhen. Before he could speak, he raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Clap!

The slap in the face was so loud that Fan's Yezhen Station was unstable.

The owner of the White Pigeon Hotel was scared to death. Who is this Ye Zhen? Is this Ye Kun's younger brother? Who is Ye Kun? Ye Kun is someone Duan Bin can't afford to offend!

Who is this young man? One person beat down more than a dozen people, kicked Ye Zhen out of the room, and slapped again...

So magical!

Yin Ting saw that Ye Zhen was hit again, and hurriedly said: "Chen Chuan...don't hit him, he, he is Ye Kun's younger brother."

Yin Ting came to Chen Chuan's ear and reminded in a low voice.

Chen Chuan looked at Ye Zhen and asked, "Tell me, why did you go to my house? Who told you to go?"

"I can't say." Ye Zhen said.

Chen Chuan grabbed Ye Zhen's hair and hit the wall.

Boom bang bang bang bang!

Chen Chuan released his hand, and Ye Zhen slumped to the ground. The meticulously off-white nose of the plane is very messy, and the clean windbreaker is covered in mud.

"Who told you to go?" Chen Chuan asked again.

"I can't say, cough cough..." Ye Zhen said weakly.

Chen Chuan picked up Ye Zhen and said, "You ask your brother to come."

Yin Ting hurriedly said, "Chen Chuan, forget it...don't hit him. I'll tell him."

Yin Ting squatted down and said to Ye Zhen: "Ye Zhen, you may have misunderstood. Chen Chuan was a person my grandfather admired very much. He even painted half a Chinese painting for my grandfather~IndoMTL.com~ My grandfather paints every day. I'm thinking, let him finish the painting. Do you want to offend my grandpa?"

"Yin Ting, I can't say who asked us to let us go to his house to look for something, this is the rule. But since it is Grandpa Yin's friend, then I can guarantee that there will be no more people in Yunchuan Hot Pot Restaurant in the future. Go make trouble." Ye Zhen said, lying on the ground.

"Is this all right? Chen Chuan, Ye Zhen promises the peace of your house in the future. He will definitely do what he says." Yin Ting said.

Chen Chuan looked at Ye Zhen who was lying on his stomach, tucked his hair with one hand, picked him up and continued to ram against the wall.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Yin Ting said anxiously, "He is Ye Kun's younger brother, what are you doing?"

"Who made you do something?" Chen Chuan stopped and continued to ask Ye Zhen's hair.

"Ye Zhen, tell me now, do you want to die..." Yin Ting was really anxious.

"Yes, it's...the people from Dongda Chateau in Shanghai...kekekekeke." Ye Zhen coughed.

Chen Chuan just let go, Shanghai market? Dongda Winery?