He had a fat face, a big belly, a face full of flesh, and a gold necklace hung around his neck.
He was covered with famous brands, but they were only common ones, not rare.
This person was familiar, including Tang Ru who recognized it.
"Husband, isn't this Mr. Zhao's apprentice? I forgot what his name is. I searched it."
Tang Ru said that he quickly searched with his phone, and found the answer quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes, he is one of Teacher Zhao's apprentices, called Song Feng. He has performed many sketches with Teacher Zhao's team, and is one of the more famous disciples of Teacher Zhao."
Jiang Siming disagrees. It doesn't matter who is, the important thing is that this person beat his brother-in-law.
At this time, Tang Song was still arguing with Song Feng.
"Boy, if you are unlucky, today happened to be a good day for me to accept my apprentice. Your brother cheated my new apprentice. If I don't care as a master, how can I teach apprentices?"
Song Feng said, raising his hand and trying to slap Tang Song a few times, and the servants around him watched this scene happily.
"Just you are worthy of accepting disciples? What do you teach others? Pretending to be a fool or singing poetry?
Jiang Siming's voice came from behind.
When Song Feng heard furious, he turned his head and shouted: "Who said that! Get me caught!"
The subordinates immediately surrounded Jiang Siming, who was wearing a mask, and Tang Ru obediently retreated to the back, not to disturb his man's early appearance.
Jiang Siming was wearing a mask, and they couldn't recognize who it was.
Song Feng temporarily let Song Feng go, rushed over, raised a slap, and slapped Jiang Siming's face.
"Lao Tzu told you to be crazy, I will smash your mouth today, see if you dare to talk nonsense!"
However, before this slap came, Song Feng received a slap in the face first.
This palm slapped him directly, a few teeth flew out of the blood, and people fell to the ground.
No one knew what was going on.
Song Feng came back to his senses, angrily.
"I'm a mess, Lao Tzu..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Siming lifted his foot and stepped on Song Feng's face. With a slight pressure on the heel of his shoes, a crisp fracture sounded from the bridge of his nose.
"Kill me to death, until he is dead!" Song Feng wailed, calling his followers.
The men immediately rushed over to support.
"stop!"
At this time, a voice came, the voice was very familiar.
These men hurriedly stopped when they heard it.
Looking back, an old man with white hair and reading glasses got out of the car, only a bodyguard behind him.
But when Song Feng's subordinates saw this man, they met the mouse with the cat, and they all stood honestly.
Song Feng also saw the incoming person at this time, and hurriedly asked for help: "Master, help me! Let A Kun take action and dispose of this son of a bitch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Siming's feet pushed harder again, Song Feng's mouth was directly cracked by the tramp, and several more teeth fell.
Song Feng was no longer able to speak out, blood and spit in his mouth, but his eyes still stared at Jiang Siming viciously, murderously.
This image of him is different from the silly and stupid appearance on the TV show. It is estimated that some people believe that he has killed people.
The white-haired old man also noticed that his apprentice had been beaten, so he had to intercede with Jiang Siming: "Little brother, this is my apprentice’s fault. I blame my lax discipline. Can you let him go first? He is an actor and cannot be destroyed. Face, otherwise his life will be over."
"Oh, he is an actor, don't you tell me, I thought he was the gang leader."
Jiang Siming sneered and did not stop.
When the white-haired old man saw this, he had to apologize again: "Little brother, we are all wrong. You just think that I am his master. Let me raise my feet first. If you have anything, you can discuss it with me. Is it ok?"
Jiang Siming didn't let it go. He lifted his foot, looking disgusted, and wiped his brand-name clothes with the soles of his shoes.
Song Feng, who was released, was supported by his men.
He immediately said to the white-haired old man, his mouth leaked: "Master, you want to avenge me, your apprentice was bullied into this way, so A Kun dismissed this tortoise..."
Snapped!
The white-haired old man slapped it and slapped it. He hated that iron can't make steel, and said: "You have hardened wings now, aren't you? How long have you just become famous, and you haven't learned anything. Followers, I started accepting apprentices without any abilities, and now I'm still fighting with people to make trouble. This is how I taught you as a master?"
The white-haired old man flushed with anger and coughed vigorously several times.
Song Feng was slapped by the master in front of so many people and felt even more shameless.
"What's wrong with my apprenticeship? At least I know that my apprentice was bullied. I am being bullied. But as for you, the apprentice has been bullied into this way. Don't you want to ask me?"
Song Feng roared, venting his dissatisfaction.
He was from the bottom, relying on the towering tree of the master, mixed with humanity, fame and fortune.
Because of his lack of culture, he quickly expanded.
In fact, it's not just him, but many of Teacher Zhao's apprentices are like this.
The white-haired old man couldn't conceal his disappointment when he heard it. He really didn't expect that he had so many apprentices, and almost every apprentice had this virtue.
As soon as he became famous, he began to forget what his surname was. He felt that he was the best in the world, defiant and short-sighted.
The white-haired old man didn’t want to pay attention to him. He turned to Jiang Siming and said, "Little brother, do you think it’s OK? My apprentice made a mistake and hit someone wrong. You also beat him back. We don’t owe each other. Let my apprentice continue to mess around, do you think it will work?"
Jiang Siming is not too lazy to work hard, just want to say good.
But Song Feng was the first to object: "I don't agree. He beat me like this, patted my **** and wanted to leave? There is no door. My face is ruined like this. How can I act!"
Jiang Siming smiled and said sarcastically: "You are just acting as a fool anyway. Face is important to you?"
Song Feng stared at Jiang Siming, as if to eat people.
Then he threatened: "Give you two paths, the first, compensation me 5 million, and apologize to me, second, you and your friend today, stay here with one arm and one leg, you choose your choice. ."
"It sounds really scary, it seems that you are so arrogant, and your master's words are useless." Jiang Siming said cheerfully.
Song Feng said coldly: "This matter today is my personal matter, and it has nothing to do with my master. Today, it's not easy for the king to come here!"
"Okay, I'll tell you this sentence. It's useless today that your master will plead with you. It just happens to clean up the pleasures of you in Shenyang, a metropolis."
As soon as Jiang Siming's voice fell, the police sirens rang, a dozen police cars drove over, and dozens of police officers surrounded the scene.
When Song Feng saw him, he immediately pretended to be the victim and fell to the ground screaming.
The police immediately thought Jiang Siming was the culprit, and immediately came to surround him for fear of hurting him again.
Jiang Siming took off his mask without changing his color.