I Have a Tycoon Granpa

Chapter 79 I'm the Boss

“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? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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.

Fraser looked at Cohen coldly, “You ordered the wine, you drank the wine and you broke the wine

table, and now you want to leave?”

Cohen caught Paul, “I said he would pay the bill, right, Paul?”

Fraser was worried and was about to call Steven over, but Jordan came.

After Jordan came over, Fraser had emboldened. He whispered to Jordan. Jordan nodded and said, “I

know how to do.”

“Isn't this Cohen?” Jordan looked at Cohen and laughed.

“Jordan, what do you come for?” Cohen looked at Jordan in disdain.

Jordan walked over and gave a hug to Paul, “I heard someone bully my brother, so I come.”

“I didn't expect it is you.” Jordan smiled coldly.

“When did Paul become your brother, Jordan?” Asked Cohen in a cold voice.

Jordon rolled his eyes at Paul and said, “Paul, I told you if you came into troubles, you can say out my

name. Why didn’t you do that?”

“Do you dislike me?” Jordan said.

Paul was stunned, “No, no, Jordan, how dare I?”

“I will not only bully the weak.” Jordan smiled ironically.

“Jordan, who are you talking about?”

“You know it, Cohen. You bully my brother.” Jordan step forward and came to Cohen, “You hit my

brother's car and don't compensate. And now you still want him to pay for you?”

“Cohen, if you don't pay for my brother's car and pay this bill today, I guarantee you won't get out of this

bar.” Jordan said coldly.

Cohen glanced at Jordan’s men, “You think you can stop me?”

“Cohen, I know you are good at fighting. We only have five people, sure we can't stop you.” Jordan

smiled, “But do you think I only took a few people?”

“My men are standing in front of the bar; go out and see if you can knock them all down.” Jordan

looked at Jordan, “If you think you have this ability, you can skip the bill and need not compensate my

brother's car.”

Jordan looked at the door of the bar, and sure enough, there were a lot of people.

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.”