Chapter: 690

After greeting Wei Chao and others, they sat here and started talking. Under Zhou Fei's repeated urging, Wei Chao took out a contract.

Zhou Fei watched it for about ten minutes, and after reading it, her face darkened.

"I'm not even sure about the role, I don't know the role, and I still want to stay here to define the role? What are you kidding?" Zhou Fei threw the contract back and mocked.

At this time, Zi Yan also frowned, she looked at Fu Shan and Wei Chao coldly, and said: "I don't care what you have, anyway, I'm leaving today, Mr. Wei, if you really want to cooperate, Please contact my director Maggie."

"Enough!" Fu Shan couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and said harshly, "You guys really forgot what I said last night, right? Who do you think you are? Huh? Is there anything else..."

However, before he finished speaking, he found out of the corner of his eye that everyone around him was staring at the side of the door dumbfounded. He gradually stopped talking, and when he looked over, his eyes widened.

I saw a group of thirty people in black suits running over quickly. Their vigorous pace and astonishing speed made people feel frightened!

This feeling is like the scene in the movie where an underground boss brings people to sweep everything!

…

Time went back to five minutes ago.

In front of the main entrance of Fengtai Clubhouse, there were a total of eight security personnel standing upright, and some of them were chatting.

"Xiao Liang, let me tell you, the few people I brought in just now, guess what, I saw that Zi Yan, so beautiful, so beautiful."

"No matter how beautiful you are, it's beyond your imagination. Only people like Zhang Long and Lin Jie can enjoy that kind of beauty."

"Huh? A convoy is coming!"

Suddenly a person at the back reminded, and everyone looked over, only to see twelve cars driving quickly in front of the door.

The cars are all BMW 730s, and in the center, a white Bentley is very conspicuous.

bang bang bang!

There was a sound of opening and closing the car door, and dozens of people got out of the car, and they came striding over, led by a very energetic and handsome man.

"Which big guy is this? It's very unfamiliar." One of the men in his thirties gave a slight snort, went up to meet him, and asked with a smile, "Hi, please show your membership card."

Zhao Feng glanced at him and said lightly: "No."

"No?" The man was taken aback, and said, "Sorry, this place is not open to non-members. If you are looking for someone, please contact the person inside."

"I'm here to pick you up." Zhao Feng responded, and walked straight in.

"Hey? What are you doing? Please call the pick-up person?"

"Stop all of them!"

"We are moving forward, we are not welcome!"

Although there were about 30 people on the opposite side, the eight guards were not afraid. This is the place where Mr. Zhang Long belonged. Anyone can make trouble in Shangjing?

While talking, their hands reached out to the electric baton on the back waist, and the middle-aged man asked in a colder voice:

"Stop the fuck! Do you know whose place this is? Dare to make trouble, have you lived enough?"

"Huh?" Zhao Feng stopped in his tracks.

Before he could speak, Ah Hu and Lao Meng rushed up behind him.