Deliberate seduction, Mrs. Pei also wants a divorce tonight

In a house at the deepest part of the residential building, the person leading the escort team opened the door.

The room was filled with smoke and the sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed together. The entire three-bedroom and one-living room was filled with gambling tables. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and melon seeds. People were wearing slippers and going barefoot, and there were carvings of dragons and phoenixes.

In the innermost room.

A man with a flat head who looked to be in his forties was smoking a thick cigarette, the brand of which could not be identified. When he saw Lu Qi and Pei Yao come in, he gave them a contemptuous look.

He held up the card, hooked his finger, and gestured to Lu Qi: "Come here."

Lu Qi frowned slightly, and then he heard the leader's gruff voice shouting, "I told you to come over!"

To be honest, she had never been treated like this in the past few years, except when her memory was just being refreshed.

However, after counting the heads of people in the room, there were more than fifty of them. Unless we planted a bomb here and blew it up, we would be in a very dangerous situation and could not act rashly.

But he still had to save face. Lu Qi didn't move, but glanced at the man and said, "Can't you even say please?"

Hearing this, the flat-headed man looked at her with a higher opinion and said in Cantonese, "You bitch are quite impressive. Even in the entertainment industry, you have quite a temper."

"No one in the entertainment industry has a bad temper."

Lu Qi understood what he said. She guessed that it was because she had lived too long and there was really no language in this world that she couldn't understand.

But looking at Pei Yao, he seemed not to understand. He just looked at the man with a flat head with gloomy eyes and did nothing.

The man was a little surprised. He leaned back in his chair and kicked the table forward.

I saw Lu Qi's bag on the mahjong table. The bag had been opened, and there was nothing inside. There was also a cut on it.

The little brat who had stolen the bag earlier was standing in front, clenching his hands tightly. There was a fresh scratch on his hand, as if it had just been cut.

Lu Qi glanced at me and concentrated, "My 30,000 yuan bag has been ruined like this. It seems that Mr. Wang Mang is not short of money."

"Your people came here last time and asked to rent this place for filming. They charged 200,000 yuan a day for the venue. How much are you prepared to pay this time?"

"One hundred thousand."

When Wang Mang heard this number, he was amused. Instead of saying it was higher, he said it was lower and lower.

He stood up and took a closer look at his feet, which still had wounds, as if they had been there for many years.

"You have a charming face, and you think everyone is easy to talk to? Are you the manager of that crew? How did you get that position? Do you know the rules? You can't even get 200,000 and you still want 100,000!"

Lu Qi also smiled: "Then it's fifty thousand."

"Boom!"

A mahjong tile flew towards Lu Qi's face. Pei Yao picked it up in his palm and tossed it around: "If you do it, the price won't be the same."

Wang Mang looked over and actually saw Pei Yao when he just entered the door.

The man looked too stunning and noble, but Pei Yao didn't say anything and pretended not to see it.

Now that the two men were speaking the same language, Wang Mang couldn't help but look at Pei Yao: "Who are you? You're their boss."

Pei Yao casually threw the mahjong back onto the table, placing it in the empty space that had just been vacant. It was so casual, yet so accurate.

"My boss is talking to you, so you should answer nicely. What are you looking at me for?"

When Wang Mang saw the arrogant look, his nerves suddenly tensed up an inch.

He had seen this kind of look before, a mocking smile.

But he can kill people, and it seems he has done so before. But how can he have a business of killing people in these peaceful times? It's only possible...

Wang Mang hesitated for a moment, and Lu Qi continued to discuss the business: "Then 30,000 is fine. Don't feel that you are at a loss. 200,000 is a gift, and 30,000 is for the soldiers. Now that I have come forward, do you still expect the previous price?"

Wang Mang was so angry that he was speechless: "Why?"

It's time to reveal your true colors.

Lu Qi supported himself on the card table. "Is the secret that you were a mercenary enough?"

Wang Mang's eyes widened, his hands slumped under the card table, and he panicked: "How much do you know?"

"I know much more than you think." Lu Qi glanced at Wang Mang. He was actually a little nervous, but he pretended to be brave.

"These are all your men. They've been out in the open sea quite a bit. I won't mention what they've done, you know what they've done. The demolition can't affect you, isn't it just because you've worked with the border guards before? Do you really think pirates can be heroes?"

Lu Qi stopped talking, and all the chess and card games in the room stopped.

Having said this, Wang Mang knew what was going on. Lu Qi knew their background very well.

But how could this guy, who is in the entertainment industry, have such great abilities?

After thinking for a moment, Wang Mang's face turned grim: "Why do you want to know so many inside stories? Don't you want to get out alive?"

"Heh." Lu Qi sneered.

"What else can you do? Kill me and bury me underground? If we don't get out in half an hour, your secrets will be exposed immediately. You also said that I'm in the entertainment industry."

Wang Mang benefited from this threat.

He raised his hand to suppress the younger brother who was about to move: "What do you want?"

"I've already said what I want. 30,000 yuan a day to use this land, and then I'll leave. We don't interfere with each other."

"Why should I trust you?" Wang Mang asked again, worried.

"You seem to have no choice but to believe me."

At this point in the communication, Wang Mang had no more words to say.

In the end, Lu Qi handed over the lease agreement, signed it with Wang Mang, took the contract and walked out the door. Wang Mang threw the bag on the ground.

"No more?"

Lu Qi held his breath and said, "As a meeting gift."

After saying that, he walked out the door.

I heard this person curse unconvincedly, using the Malacca dialect: "You stinking bitch! I don't know whose influence you're relying on to pretend to be a saint in front of me."

Lu Qi paused and walked forward again.

After walking two steps, Pei Yao stopped and said to her casually, "Teacher Lu, I think I dropped something in there just now. You go first, I'll go back and get it."

Lu Qi paused and looked at Pei Yao's expression. He didn't show any anger and was still so gentle and calm towards her.

But go back to get something at this time?

"What dropped?"

"It's very important." It was said vaguely and without any credibility.

Lu Qi couldn't even ask "Is it true?"

Without waiting for her to ask, Pei Yao suddenly grabbed her shoulders, moved her in the right direction, and pointed to the passage ahead: "Go ahead, count to three hundred steps, and I'll catch up with you."

She was stubborn but didn't know why she had to believe him, but it was like muscle memory, and Lu Qi actually agreed.

He took a deep breath and said, "Three hundred steps. If you hadn't come, I would have turned around and come looking for you."

"Okay." The man smiled, watched her start counting her steps as she walked forward, then turned and walked back into the room...

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"Squeak!" accompanied by the sound of the door opening.

The people inside were still whispering, but they saw Pei Yao walking back alone.

Wang Mang's mind was filled with alarm bells, and he stared at Pei Yao closely: "What are you doing back here?"

Pei Yao didn't turn around, but stood by the door and said, "There's an old saying, have you heard of it?"

"What?" Wang Mang reached under the table.

Meanwhile, Pei Yao gently locked the door and said with a faint smile, "If you don't know etiquette, you can't stand."