In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Ma Meiliang was embarrassed by Zhang Ruoyu's question.

She even recalled her husband's level back then...

Then, Ma Meimei became even more embarrassed.

Although the dead old ghost was very fierce and arrogant back then.

But the level seems to be really not as high as that of his son.

The main reason was that it was not popular to create gods at that time, the people were simple and their thoughts were simple.Whoever has the strength will be promoted, and there is no element of false exaggeration.

Unlike nowadays, everything is about traffic. Once the official calls on major streaming media to promote it, they will be embarrassed to promote it if it is not even half a level high.

Zhang Xiangbei is the legendary Beimang God of War who has been the longest and most invested in China's creation of gods in the past 30 years and has influence all over the world.

His level is half a level higher than the arrogant Lao Zhang back then, which is very reasonable.

One day, Beimang will hold a dinner party for the legendary gods of war. When Old Zhang meets Xiao Zhang, he has to salute and call the leader.

Officials at half a level can really crush people to death.

"Son, for the sake of my mother giving birth to you in ten months and still suffering from morning sickness every day, please give her some face..."

Ma Meili lowered her voice and posture: "Your father has been proud since he was a child. If you torment him like this, it will hurt his self-esteem."

Zhang Ruoyu frowned and said, "It's not that I don't give you face, it's that he doesn't give me face."

"I give you face today, but tomorrow he will dare to take advantage of you and slap his nose on your face."

Ma Meili thought for a while and felt that what her son said made sense.

That old guy is notoriously crazy.

As long as he is given three points of color, he dares to open a dyeing workshop.

But at this juncture, Ma Meiliang called the old guy out to pick up his son, and she couldn't bear to let him suffer this humiliation...

As a last resort, I had to sneak a glance at my daughter-in-law and said ambiguously: "Are you two hungry? Please persuade your husband to go inside and eat quickly. It's very cold outside."

The mother-in-law also spoke.

Of course Xuebao couldn't help but give him face.

She acted coquettishly, hugging Brother Zhang's arm and shaking her: "Brother Zhang, I'm so hungry and panicked..."

Zhang Ruoyu frowned and gave Ma Ma a pretty look: "I won't do this next time."

A family of three went to jail.

All the staff gathered to greet him, but Lao Zhang did not show up.

The prison was kept spotless and the lights were brightly lit. The female prisoners in each cell also wore new seasonal uniforms and were in high spirits.

Zhang Ruoyu saw several familiar faces among this group of female prisoners.

Either those who made a big mistake, or those who failed in the struggle and disappeared.

So, they are all locked up here?

"General Zhang, long time no see." A charming female prisoner sat in front of the prison window and waved hello to Zhang Ruoyu.

"Xiao Zhou, you still owe Beimang half a year's wages. Remember to make up for it when you are released from prison." Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows.

"Definitely. I don't dare to lack anyone from Beimang." The female prisoner was very steady.

After saying hello in turn, Brother Zhang and his wife, led by Ma Meiliang, came to an independent, spacious and bright office.

This is the male guard's territory. Every brick and tile in the house was bought by the male guard with his hard-earned money.

His favorite is the single sofa made in Italy.

At this moment, the male guard was sitting domineeringly on the sofa, with his legs crossed, his elbows propped on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, his head tilted slightly at ten degrees, revealing his mandible that had not yet budded.

The hairstyle I made with half a bottle of hairspray remained motionless, shiny and smooth.

In the center of the office, there are Yuanyang Hotpot and Maotai, and an authentic spicy aroma fills the air, which is a bit New Year's flavor.

On the night when Ma Meiliang was hacked to death, she treated Zhang Ruoyu to a hot pot meal.

On the night when Lao Zhang drowned while driving drunk, he and his son Zhang Ruoyu ate hot pot.

Tonight, the family reunited neatly and had hot pot.

Such an arrangement with ulterior motives did not faze Brother Zhang.

He walked into the room and glanced at the man whom he hadn't seen for more than twenty years. Except for a few wrinkles on his face, his temperament and facial features had basically remained the same. He tilted his head and slightly opened his thin lips: "You have been with me for ten years in the military. In my career, this is the first man whose level is lower than mine. You dare to sit down while I stand."

The male guard's fingers holding the cigarette were so tight that he almost broke them.

The old waist that was leaning on the back of the sofa also straightened slightly.

But he remained motionless, raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at Zhang Ruoyu: "You are the first young man from Beimang who knows who I am and dares to show off in front of me."

"Who are you?" Zhang Ruoyu dug his hands into his pockets, walked forward, and looked down at the male guard who was sitting on the sofa, half a head shorter. "Are you so awesome that even I, Zhang Xiangbei, have to recognize you? I've never heard of it."

Two people.

Four eyeballs.

Just like the thunder from the sky stirring up the fire on the earth.

Four eyes facing each other.

There seemed to be crackling fire in the air.

Olaf took two steps back slightly, leaving only two steps away from the door.

I accidentally stepped on my mother-in-law’s new French custom-made shoes.

The mother-in-law had already moved one foot to the door.

"Zhang Xiangbei, the legendary Beimang legend, have you never heard of the senior God of War who once controlled the wind and rain in Beimang and controlled thunder and lightning?" The male correctional officer exhaled a puff of thick smoke with a sharp and murderous look in his eyes. "Besides, I still have the same surname as you."

"Oh."

Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and stared at the male correctional officer, and said word by word: "Then I will officially inform you now."

"Beimang, there is only one Brother Zhang."

"That's me, Zhang Xiangbei."

"You wash up and sleep."