I Have a Tycoon Granpa novel Chapter 79

“I scolded the bastard who broke the table, not you.” Steven said.

“I broke it.” Cohen snapped.

“That's right, so I scolded you, you bastard.” Steven sneered.

Cohen clenched his fist and hit toward Steven. Just now Cohen had shown his fist strength, his fist could even break the wine table.

Fraser thought to himself, if this fist if hit on the face, the person will pass out.

But Steven casually stretched his hand and blocked Cohen's fist.

Steven gripped Cohen's fist and said with a smile, “You need to compensate.”

“This wine table cost 80 thousand.” Steven smiled gently and loosened the fist of Cohen.

At this point, Cohen's face became unusually grave.

“Cohen, he scolded you, why don't you take care of him?” Asked Brandon stupidly.

“Didn't you see that he is strong?” Cohen coldly stared at Brandon.

From that fight just now, Cohen knew Steven was stronger than him.

“Cohen, that waiter said this wine table costs 80 thousand yuan. It is clearly blackmail.”

Brandon could not accept it.

Cohen didn't say anything, and it was obvious that he accepted it.

“Unexpectedly a waiter is so strong. No wonder no one dared to make trouble in this bar.” Cohen took a sip of his wine and calmed his nerves.

Whether it was the speed of the shot, or the strength, he knew that he was not Steven's opponent.

So, let alone Steven asked him to compensate eighty thousand, even if it was eight hundred thousand, he could only accept it.

“Cohen, your fist worth eighty thousand.” Fraser sneered.

“You're gloating, son of a bitch.” Cohen glared at Fraser mercifully.

Fraser said with a smile, “Let’s continue to talk about the car compensation.”

Cohen rolled eyes at Fraser, “It is not your car, we don’t need to compensate to you.”

After that, Cohen took a look at Paul, “Paul, do you want us to compensate you for the car?

He put his hand on Paul's shoulder and ruthfully pressed it down.

Paul bit his teeth and seemed to be in pain.

“No. Cohen.” Paul said.

“Boy, hear that? Paul said we don’t need to compensate.” Cohen chuckled.

Fraser stared Paul, depressed.

After all, the owner was Paul.

Cohen did not let go of Paul, but continued to say, “By the way, Paul, didn’t always invite me to drink, I will give you a chance today.”

“That's on you.” Cohen showed a sinister smile.

“What?” Paul raised his head in fear.

Steven just said that the compensation was eighty thousand. If Paul agreed to settle the bill, he had to pay it too.

Paul shook his head, “Cohen, my salary is not enough for me. I have no so much money to pay the bill”

“Paul, your friend has.” Cohen pointed to Fraser and said, “I heard from Brandon that your friend smashed his BMW and lost 420,000 yuan.”

“Your friend is rich, presumably eighty thousand for him is nothing.” Cohen said with a laugh.

“Brandon, let's go.” Cohen patted Brandon on the shoulder and got up to leave.

“Wait!” Fraser stood up and stopped him.

And these people, with iron bars, were staring at this way.

“This bar is protected, so I won't touch you in the bar, but if you step outside, I'll make sure you fall to the floor.” Jordan sat down to drink a mouthful of wine.

Cohen frowned, “Jordan, even Alan did not dare to touch me. You want to be my enemy?”

“Alan is old, and he is not a match to me.” Jordan said, “He dare not touch you, but I dare.”

“Cohen, I'll give you three seconds to think about it.”

“If you want to fight, we can just fight.” Jordan coldly smiled, “If you don’t, just compensate the car.”

“I'm starting to count.” Jordan said that, put his legs up on the table, and then held out three fingers.

“Three!”

“Cohen, what shall we do?” At this moment, Brandon was afraid.

“Two!”

Cohen did nothing, but Brandon was scared to shiver. Dozens of people stood at the door, each holding a stick. It was impossible for him to hit so many people alone even if he was fierce.

“One!”

Jordan frowned, and his face suddenly darkened.

Jordan finished counting three, but Cohen did not admit defeat.

Cohen made a phone call to Boss Lam and then he handed the mobile phone to Jordan, “Jordan, your uncle has something to say to you.”

Jordan took the mobile phone with a smile.

“Cohen, you seem to be forgetting something.” Jordan dropped the phone into his glass.

“I'm the boss now. I don't need to listen to anyone else.”