Chapter 170 The third uncle was chopped down

The world was still in chaos in 1994. Although the Cold War was over, the divided Big Brother family was not very peaceful.

Chaos is happening all over the world. As the only existing superpower in the world, Yingjiang can't help but become confused, because looking around, there seems to be no one who can fight.

In fact, let alone 1994, even twenty or thirty years later, in the 20s of the 21st century.

Not to mention anything else, thousands of missiles have been launched on the Iran-Iraq issue.

The world has never been stable and safe. What is truly safe is the country we are in now.

Chen Changqing has killed people before. Even though he has only been in Xiangjiang for a short time, many people have died because of him.

From the pineapple boy at the beginning, to Gandhi who pretended to be crazy and was still killed.

In less than half a year, Chen Changqing has a nine-digit net worth.

He did not rely on God's perspective or keen investment vision, but through a series of operations, thereby taking away the wealth accumulated by these society bosses over the years.

I don't know exactly how many people died because of him, and these things are not something he needs to consider, but it is true that many people were indirectly killed by Chen Changqing.

But then again, if you think back carefully, there are very few people who actually died at the hands of Chen Changqing.

Gandhi sent people to intercept and kill him once, but that time was a counterattack, and almost no one knew about it afterward, including those gossip reporters who like big news, everyone seemed to be blind.

Not even the Xiangjiang police asked Chen Changqing about this matter.

The first person Chen Changqing really decided to kill was Huang Zhicheng, but it was not Chen Changqing who took action that time, but Liu Jianming.

So when faced with Wen Sihai's question, he couldn't help but frown in thought:

"What does Uncle Wen mean?"

After taking a nice sip of old Pu'er tea, looking at Chen Changqing in front of him, Wen Sihai hit the nail on the head:

"The craftsmanship in you is too strong. It looks gorgeous, but it is a castle in the air. Only by settling down and taking root in the earth can you find your own path."

In terms of strength, among the three people present, Wen Sihai is the weakest.

However, the rich accumulation of experience is not comparable to that of Chen Changqing and Long Shuwen. After watching the fight between Chen Changqing and Long Shuwen for a while, Wen Sihai saw Chen Changqing's problem.

It's not that he's not strong enough, it's that he's not ruthless enough.

Take the kick to the back of the neck. Chen Changqing's target was the cervical spine. In severe cases, it would cause Long Shuwen to be paralyzed at a high position.

But if it were Long Shuwen's move, the target would definitely be a one-shot kill like the temple.

As Wen Sihai finished speaking, Chen Changqing, who frowned slightly, was thoughtful:

"So you want to kill people?"

The old man shrugged, as if he had nothing to do with me:

"I don't know. Anyway, this is how your master came out."

But when he put down the tea cup, he seemed to have thought of something. Wen Sihai took a deep look at Chen Changqing:

"By the way, I have something to tell you. Not only the Hong Fist, but all the Kung Fu called "Shanghao" were born from the beginning to kill people!"

As he spoke, he stood up and slapped his waist, looking like he was in trouble:

"Think about it, old man, I'm sleepy and I'm going to take a nap."

Mr. Wen Sihai left as quickly as he came.

It was only time for a cup of tea. After coming over to chat for a few words, he turned around and went back to the back room.

Chen Changqing found that the older generation like them were like this, Wen Sihai was like this, and Mr. Hong Zhen was like this too. They all liked to speak only half the words.

As Wen Sihai left and looked at Long Shuwen who was still stunned not far away, Chen Changqing couldn't help but ask:

"Shu Wen, have you ever killed anyone?"

Looking up and glancing at Chen Changqing, Long Shuwen, who didn't like talking very much, nodded:

"Killed."

"How much?" Chen Changqing asked involuntarily.

But Long Shuwen shook his head, with thoughts on his brows, but gave up after a moment:

"So many, so many that I can't even remember them."

"Is it useful?"

Chen Changqing looked at the other party curiously. He vaguely felt that Wen Sihai was right, but there were still some details that he couldn't grasp, so he took the initiative to ask the other party. After all, Long Shuwen had more experience here than himself.

However, Long Shuwen could not give an answer to this question:

"I don't know. I'm a black boxer. Either you die or I die. Do you need me to take you there?"

He followed Wen Sihai in his early years and started boxing in black boxing when he was a teenager. He has been fighting until now. Long Shuwen has been the undefeated black boxing champion in Bay Island for more than ten years.

He has witnessed with his own eyes the evolution of Black Boxing from a niche show to the underground entertainment event it is today.

Gambling funds have also gone from tens or hundreds of dollars in the beginning to entertainment fees, to now millions, or even tens of millions, for crazy gambling.

From money, real estate, and even human trafficking, etc.

In the world of underground black boxing, there is nothing that cannot be gambled on.

This has made the current black boxing competition from amateur to professional. In the past, it was a point-to-point fight, but now it is a fight to the death. With the astonishing profits, the intensity of the underground boxing ring continues to escalate, and it can even be described as tragic.

This has also developed his style of not taking action, and if he does, it will cost lives.

However, Chen Changqing, who thought about Long Shuwen's suggestion for a moment, couldn't help but shake his head:

"Forget it, let's talk about it then."

I've been too busy recently, and besides, I came to Wandao this time to move the market, so I couldn't go to an underground boxing ring for a long time.

Besides, how many times a year do you play in an underground boxing ring?

According to once a week, there are only fifty-two in a year. Chen Changqing is not interested in doing black boxing in Bay Island, because there is no training effect here at all. If he really wants to train himself?

Chen Changqing did have an idea.

This year is 1994. If I remember correctly, the eldest son of Big Brother will start his first war with Chechnya at the end of this year.

If there is a place where the most people die, it must be war.

"Dingle bell!"

A crisp ringtone interrupted Chen Changqing's thoughts.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and gave Long Shuwen, who was opposite him, an apologetic look:

"I'm going to take a call."

As he spoke, he stood up, patted his pants, and pressed the answer button as he walked:

"Luo Ji, I won't go back to the hotel at noon. You can just buy something to eat."

After coming out of the airport, Chen Changqing and Luo Ji were separated. He followed Long Shuwen directly to Wen Sihai's house, while Luo Ji was responsible for handling some chores, such as hotels, vehicles, and cash issues.

It should be mentioned here that Xiangjiang and Bay Island have their own currencies and are not in circulation with each other.

But RMB can, because it is an international currency.

However, most of the time, for convenience of transactions, local currency is still used.

But as Chen Changqing finished speaking, Luo Ji's tone on the other end of the phone couldn't help but become a little more nervous. He said briefly:

"Mr. Chen, we are in trouble."

Listening to Luo Ji's anxious tone, Chen Changqing couldn't help but frown:

"Are you in trouble? Tell me clearly what's going on."

The Ni family produces four to five thousand kilograms of goods a year, which is not a small amount of money. It is very troublesome to get rid of them all. Even if they only bring 500 kilograms this time, it will still make some local snakes alert.

That's why Ni Yongxiao wanted to personally transport this batch of goods before.

But the problems in Xiangjiang are also very troublesome. It's not that Chen Changqing can't deal with them, but it's difficult for him to intervene in these matters due to his status.

After much deliberation, I finally decided that it would be better for Ni Yongxiao to stay in Xiangjiang. Besides, Chen Changqing did have something to go to Neon, but he didn't expect that something had happened to his third uncle just after he came to Wandao.

Facing Chen Changqing's inquiry, Luo Ji took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down as he felt restless:

"Mr. Chen, it's like this. The third uncle was hacked in Keelung Port, and four or five brothers have been sent to the hospital. If Mr. Chen, you are not busy over there..."

Luo Ji didn't say the rest, but Chen Changqing also understood that Keelung Port was leaderless, otherwise Luo Ji wouldn't have called him at this time.

Chen Changqing took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and frowned. His expression turned gloomy:
Chapter completed!