chapter 15 Mr. Luo?

Quella face turned red, and she felt even more uncomfortable.

She didn't want to come here in the first place.

Osborn Laing pulled her over.

Are you still betting now? Who do you think she is?

She felt suffocated and wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

Osborn Laing said softly: "Quella is not a bet. If you want to bet, I can bet with you."

"If you lose, will you kowtow and apologize?"

Quella felt a little better now.

Simba Green narrowed his eyes slightly: "Okay, it's not impossible for you to kowtow to me."

But Osborn Laing said to his supervisor: "If you don't recognize my card, go find your business manager, he does."

Everyone was stunned again.

The business director of the Industrial and Commercial Administration Bureau? He's crazy? Is that what he said he would see?

The contempt in Simba Green eyes was no longer concealed.

Can a little Osborn Laing, the business manager of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau of Jingcheng, meet whenever he wants?

The supervisor's face turned cold and he could no longer hold back: "Mr.Laing, do you still know your last name?"

"This card of yours is clearly a membership card. It's not even a bank card. Do you think I don't have eyes?"

"You still want to see our business manager? What kind of virtue do you have if you don't take a piss to show yourself!"

"You made a bet with Mr.Simba, but you have lost now!"

Quella Patel stopped talking.

She was desperate now.

I am completely embarrassed today.

I'm afraid it will become a joke for all the families in Jingcheng before tea and after dinner.

Simba Green Shaowen looked at Osborn Laing with amusement and disdain.

Osborn Laing was unmoved. He said calmly: "It's almost time."

The supervisor's eyes were gloomy, and he shouted lowly: "If you lose the bet, then kneel down! I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"Security, let him kneel down to Mr.Simba and then throw him out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four uniformed security guards surrounded Osborn Laing, waving their batons.

The spectators around him raised their shoulders, ready to enjoy this wonderful show.

Osborn Laing expression remained unchanged.

In order to give preferential treatment to many retired soldiers, the army issued special bank cards.

With Osborn Laing's position, he naturally has one!

And it is the most noble level.

The little supervisor doesn't know him, but their business manager doesn't.

The bodyguard has arrived in front of Osborn Laing.

Simba Green dusted off his clothes and put his hands behind his back, as if waiting for Osborn Laing to kneel down.

At this moment, a panicked shout suddenly sounded: "Let's see who dares to take action!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit rushing in with a briefcase under his arm. He had a Chinese character face and an innate majesty.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

It was Weatherill Cook, the business director of the Industrial and Commercial Administration Bureau.

Everyone's eyes were surprised, but their expressions were very respectful.

Even Simba Green stood silently.

Quella Patel was completely dumbfounded.

It would be okay if I took Osborn Laing away just now. Although it was embarrassing, at least nothing else would happen. But now...

The supervisor hurriedly greeted him and said respectfully: "Chief Cook, there is someone causing trouble here, and I am asking someone to punish him?"

Osborn Laing looked at Weatherill Cook calmly.

Weatherill Cook body trembled!

Although he didn't know Osborn Laing specific identity.

But he had received a call before, and the person informed him that a big shot was coming.

The card used by that big shot is very unusual.

The one who warned me a thousand times, never let anything go wrong.

Weatherill Cook legs were feeling weak now.

His eyes narrowed, his angry gaze fell on the supervisor, and he slapped him hard!

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded, and everyone was stunned.

Quella Patel was stunned.

Simba Green was stunned.

The supervisor's face was even more astonished: "Chen... Chief Cook, you...why did you hit me?"

Weatherill Cook shouted coldly: "You have been dismissed!"

The supervisor almost fell to the ground with a feint.

Weatherill Cook turned around and showed an apologetic expression.

He said with great respect: "Luo... Mr.Laing, I'm really sorry! Our people have caused you trouble by not doing things well. Please don't blame me."

The almost flattering voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone felt as if they were struck by lightning, and the expressions on their faces instantly turned to stone!

What's happening here?

The dignified business manager of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau was so respectful to the notorious Osborn Laing?

Call me sir? Still using 'you'?

The sounds of gasping and swallowing echoed clearly throughout the hall.

Simba Green had an expression on his face that looked like he had seen a ghost.

Osborn Laing handed over the card in his hand and said softly: "Register an A-level company for me. You can choose any location."

hiss!

The sound of gasping air sounded again.

To register a company, let the business manager choose a place?

At this moment, the supervisor suddenly remembered something.

When they came to work for training, they saw many kinds of cards.

Special warriors have special bank cards.

The dragon pattern is the most mysterious force in the country, and is common to all high-level officials.

Black is the highest level.

Osborn Laing used the Supreme... Dragon Card...