Chapter 2029： Demien the Furious

"Damn, jason, are you tm crazy? Are you going to fight? Trust me, you won't win, **** lunatic..."

The above curse came from Demien. Eddie was very efficient. The news appeared in the eyes of the American people on time the next morning. Only an hour later, Demien's phone call woke Yang Cheng from her sleep.

Yang Cheng rubbed her eyes and yawned calmly, "Demien, what's so exciting?"

"Asshole, you're going to kill me, I'm going to kill you, God, how can I work with a madman for so long!" Demien continued to curse.

Yang Cheng simply threw the phone aside and took a dazed nap. It was not until Demien scolded enough or was tired of scolding that Yang Cheng returned to his soul like a zombie, and asked, "Can you tell me business now?"

"Damn bastard, are you crazy? Don't you just abandon your useless subordinate? As for the reaction so intense?"

Yang Cheng frowned, "Haven't you scolded enough?"

"Shit, you won, let's talk, what do you want?" Demien was convinced, and she knew that if she continued to scold her, she would just hang up the phone.

Yang Cheng rubbed her hair, "I don't want to be so, I just breathe out myself. After all, it involves a big order of 300 million yuan. You know I can hire 100 killers with these 300 million yuan, and put your people one by one. Call the name, but for the benefit of the future, I don't want to turn my face with you, so I backed down a step. In your words, I just scrapped an unimportant chess piece from you. Don't be so excited!"

"Fuckyoujason, did you hear that? fuckyou."

Yang Cheng responded calmly, "First, you don't have this function; second, you provoked first; third, you cost me 300 million US dollars; no matter which of these three items is enough, I can reflect the above. , I don't know why you are so excited.

Also, I have an entire book in my hand. Even if I don’t find a killer, I can still call them in the media!

Demien, tell your boss, you messed with the wrong person. I am not a nouveau riche who just slapped you. The media in my hand is enough to make you stink for thousands of years before you kill me. Trust me, if you don’t want your entire department If it's banned, it's better to talk to me calmly, don't be useless. "

Yang Cheng suffocated that breath and found his excretion in an instant. Oh, sure enough, there is nothing more satisfying than revenge on the opponent.

Listening to Yang Cheng’s threat, Demien didn’t think he was bragging. Instead, it was possible to achieve the crazy energy that Yang Cheng was showing now. Demien regretted it and regretted not preparing to teach Yang Cheng at the superior. At that time, there was no strong obstruction, otherwise there would not be so many troubles.

But then again, if the superior could listen to her, it would not be the superior.

Demien took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then said, "Jason, listen to me. Put that little book in your hands for one day, and the temptations and lessons of you will not stop. We all know. You can't really turn your face with you, don't say anger."

Yang Cheng was silent and didn't know what he was thinking. Demien had to answer the conversation by himself, "Trust me, there is no need to have trouble with you. All they want is the little notebook. Other than that, our cooperation remains the same. , And will come forward and ask C~I~A to cancel the investigation of you."

This condition sounds tempting, but Yang Cheng didn’t believe a word. There are ghosts in women’s words, and powerful women’s words can make ghosts lame. Yang Cheng understands the truth, so he didn’t even think about it. go with.

Once the little book is handed in, he loses his trust. Didn't he just say that he turned his face? As for the current verbal promise, it is a fart, even if it falls on paper and signed by both parties, it will be torn at that time, and it has no value at all.

Moreover, Yang Cheng handed over the notebook, can this really end?

I'm afraid it will be difficult. I will still wonder if Yang Cheng has a copy in his hands. Maybe the same thing will happen, forcing Yang Cheng to hand over the copy.

Such a routine, Lao Mei, is broken, would Yang Cheng not know?

That’s why I couldn’t get a little book to death. At this time, the idea that Jeff had just shaken yesterday became firm again. As long as the book is in his hands, he dare not really turn his face against him. He doesn’t want to fight a full-scale war. Dare to break the net with Yang Chengyu?

Wanting to understand this, Yang Cheng couldn't help but slap himself in the face, which was also a moment of panic. Otherwise, how could he almost be moved by Jeff~

"Demien, the conditions need to be reopened. C~I~A is required to withdraw the investigation of me. At the same time, I also stop continuing to expose it. Everything ends on Druyang." Yang Cheng simply put forward his conditions.

Demien groaned, "I can convey it to you, but you know, I don't have the right to decide~"

"Of course, no matter what, it will not affect my friendship with you, Demien, I will do what I say~"

Demien sneered, "I won't believe a word of your words, wait for my news~"

Hanging up the phone neatly, Yang Cheng listened to the busy tone and slowly exhaled a suffocating breath. In the past few minutes, a lot of brain cells were wasted in the confrontation over the phone. Fortunately, the result was good, at least there was a chance to raise the conditions.

He held the whole tightly and expressed satisfaction with his decision. Fortunately, he fought back. If he handed over the notebook honestly, not only would he not make money, but he might not even be able to save his life, that would be called a loss. The lady broke down again.

Because of this call, Yang Cheng was completely drowsy. She put on her silk pajamas and walked out of the bedroom. The maid was in the chair at the end of the corridor, nodding her head leaning against the side. On duty is a very boring thing, but nothing The method, this is what Carson requested. It must be responsive to Yang Cheng, otherwise some people will rush to ask for this high salary.

Yang Cheng hesitated, UU read back to the room and took a thin blanket and gently put it on the maid.

The little girl should be no more than 20 years old. It was just when she was lethargic, she felt a burst of warmth and groaned comfortably.

Yang Cheng shook her head and laughed, and went downstairs with her shoulders on her own, and went to the kitchen. She was tiptoed and didn't want to disturb the staff on duty who might also be asleep.

Before I walked in, I heard a conversation coming from inside.

"What do you think our master is?" This is a very gentle and lively female voice.

The other voice was slightly calmer, but also a very young voice, "I don't know, but Mr. Carson is too staid. He should be called Master, why should he be called Master?"

"I know I know, Mr. Carson said that in the past, Britain owned a castle independently, and it could be called a lord. This is a symbol, but if our lord has a title, it should be more appropriate to call it~"

"Just as much as you know..."

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