On the open artificial grassland, there are many yurts lined up not far away. It is equivalent to a hotel private room. It can be said that it is hard to find a yurt. Many guests who have not reserved a seat are sitting on the ground, waiting for a vacant seat to come out.
About ten meters to the west of this group of yurts, there was a yurt that was slightly larger than usual. There were few guests walking around.
An old man sitting in a yurt was holding a matouqin and humming a folk song that is popular in Inner Mongolia.
Opening the curtain of the tent, Wei Shitian, the current overlord of Minhang Street, walked in. Dressed in Mongolian clothing, he walked respectfully to the old man and said softly:
"I've lost you..." The sound of the matouqin gradually dissipated, and the old man who closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes and murmured:
"I know, I've already asked Xiaoshun to go out to meet him..."
"Uncle Biao, so..." Wei Shitian continued without speaking, but from the nervous expression on his face, it was not difficult to see his worry.
"You're an old man, what's there to be afraid of? Don't worry, Xiaotian, go out to greet you. The visitor is a guest. Roast the freshly slaughtered lamb and bring it over. Today, I will be sought after by you.
Brother Hu Zi, who has been for a long time, fell to the ground with such grace..." After saying that, the old man's old cheeks seemed to be rejuvenated, and the whole person looked full of energy...
Following closely behind the middle-aged man dressed as a waiter, Zhang Bei and Ak looked at the tourists coming and going with caution. Their laughter and laughter did not resonate with Zhang Bei and Ak at all. They had never been like this.
So the two people who had been touched, apart from the slightest vigilance, were more stimulated and questioned...
Who is it? With such a scheming plan, not only can he see through Zhang Bei's scheme, but he can also set up a formation like the Hongmen Banquet. The two people are used to this kind of excitement. You can't see fear on their faces, let alone fear.
More excitement...
Zhang Bei's doubts became more intense after Wei Shitian, dressed in Mongolian attire, came out to greet him. Seeing Wei Shitian's unpretentious smile, Zhang Bei stepped forward and hugged him tightly without any pretense.
The other party's shoulders, and then said with a 'haha' smile:
"Brother, what kind of song are you singing?" Listening to Zhang Bei's still bold voice, Wei Shitian, who was put on his shoulders, couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart. How could he still do anything in this situation?
If someone behaves like this without any pretense, he is either a natural Oscar winner or a real man..
"Brother Huzi, you are joking. I don't have the ability to sing opposite you. Uncle Biao is waiting for you inside..." When Zhang Bei heard the word 'Uncle Biao', his whole body suddenly straightened up a little.
!
In today's port city, there may be many people who are not familiar with or even know the existence of Uncle Biao, but people of Hu San's generation all know clearly what kind of scenery Uncle Biao was back then.
, went to the meeting alone, wounded dozens of enemies, and calmly rescued his brother from the opponent's hands. This iron man from Mongolia used his mind and ability to quickly establish a foothold in the port city, and his prestige once surpassed that of the then rapidly gaining momentum.
Old man, but at that time, Uncle Biao chose to retire. At the banquet where he washed his hands in a golden basin, even the then director of the Hong Kong City Public Security Bureau personally sent people to maintain public order. Think about how terrible it was at that time.
Scenery!
Just when everyone didn't understand why Uncle Biao retired when he was in his prime, whether in business or prestige, the severe crackdown in the mid-1990s completely made everyone understand the truth.
Human beings are equal to death...
Because Uncle Biao retired and wisely donated some assets to the government for free, he escaped, but his power was no longer what it used to be. At that time, the old man and a few old friends established the largest company in the country.
The drug lord organization, Uncle Biao, who almost watched the drug lord organization grow day by day, retreated even more completely, leaving only a few nightclubs that could survive, supporting his facade, until a few years ago, Wei Shi
The sudden appearance of Tian made everyone think of this Mongolian man who once dominated Hong Kong City and even Northern Jiangsu.
After so many years of development, there has been no drug lord organization that has been able to successfully open up the suburban sales network. A large part of the reason is because Uncle Biao is here. The once arrogant drug lord organization insiders once advised the old man to ask for help.
He crippled the old man who had already put half his foot in the coffin. But the old man refused! In his words, no one knew how many old immortals were still hanging behind him. Once he touched him
, the drug lord network organized by drug lords in northern Jiangsu and even the entire Jiangsu Province will never be as prosperous as it is today unless it is paralyzed.
Then, Uncle Biao and the old man maintained a certain tacit understanding inside. The people below will fight each other, but as long as the foundation is not implicated, no one of them will come forward. The suburbs that have always maintained a balance, on the crossroads of Zhang Bei,
After Kong was born, things became confusing! Coupled with the real-time creation of tycoons, after the old man and other high-level officials of the drug lord organization withdrew from the port city to develop the three eastern provinces, Zhang Bei has suddenly become a force that can compete with Hu Santing.
And from now on, this force seems to be suppressing the opponent.
Uncle Biao's experience is as fascinating as a gangster textbook. He implicitly expressed to Wei Shitian several times that he wanted to visit Zhang Bei, the awe-inspiring old man, but was politely rejected by Wei Shitian.
Zhang Bei would never have thought that during Parkson's most difficult time, it was this old man who was 'adding insult to injury' and what his purpose was.
Looking at Zhang Bei who was standing there in a daze, Wei Shitian showed a faint smile, patted his shoulder, and said softly:
"Go in, Uncle Biao is already waiting for you..."
"Yeah." Zhang Bei nodded heavily, followed Wei Shitian closely, and walked inside with vigorous steps. Ak behind him no longer had the hip-hop expression in the past, and was always alert to his surroundings.
From time to time, he made eye contact with the waiter who greeted him and Zhang Bei. It was not difficult for both of them to see that the other person had lived a life of bloodshed...
Before following Wei Shitian and about to walk into the yurt, Zhang Bei stopped, turned around and said to Ak behind him:
"You stay outside..."
"Brother Bei..." Ak usually calls Zhang Bei 'Brother Bei' in front of outsiders. Just when Ak wanted to continue talking, Zhang Bei's sharp eyes stopped him. He stood up slowly.
Wei Shitian, who was standing beside Zhang Bei, said with a smile:
"Thank you, Brother Huzi. Brother, I, Wei Shitian, can guarantee with my personality that Brother Huzi will be fine tonight..." He personally opened the curtain for Zhang Bei. The first thing that caught Zhang Bei's eyes was a roasted pig.
There was a golden tender lamb, and two large silver wine bottles were placed on the east and west sides of the table. Sitting in the chairman's position was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face. After he saw Zhang Bei come in, a kind smile appeared on his face, and Ren
No one would compare this amiable old man with Uncle Biao who dominated Hong Kong City for so many years.
"Uncle Biao..." When Zhang Bei stood respectfully at the door and called the other party's name softly! Uncle Biao, who had been looking at Zhang Bei, had a brighter smile on his face, nodded slightly, and pointed at himself
The seat opposite him answered forcefully:
"Sit down, don't be shy..."
Zhang Bei, who was sitting on the floor, did not become panicked because of the majesty accumulated by the other party over the years. On the contrary, after respectfully calling him Uncle Biao, Zhang Bei returned to his usual calm and humble manner, but his eyes were always on the other party.
Staring at each other..
"I don't want to call you Hu Zi."
"That's my honor..." Zhang Bei replied with a smile!
"I have often heard Serena Williams mention you during this period. Until some time ago, when your businesses were taken over by Lao Hu one after another, I once asked Serena Williams, what did you say about the Huzi brother you mentioned?
Is there any chance of a comeback? What do you think he said..." Zhang Bei shook his head gently, and Uncle Biao cut off a piece of mutton with a sharp knife and put it in his mouth, then continued:
"He said, you will definitely come back to make a comeback, and you will be able to beat Lao Hu without any backhand power. At that time, I was thinking about what kind of man could make my outstanding godson admire him so much. From then on
I began to pay attention to you. In the following period, when Hu San and Qiao Peng took action, I also took action. I directly found someone to cause a kiln landslide. People died and your brother was arrested. You
Is the purpose of coming today just to know the truth?"
Zhang Bei did not hide his inner doubts, nodded heavily, and then replied:
"Yes, I not only want a true idea, but also an explanation."
"An explanation? Once upon a time, I remember that the person who dared to speak to me like this can be traced back to ten years ago, but he fell..."
"Qi Lin and Hu San both said this to me, but what's the result? I didn't fail, I lived better than them..." Looking at Uncle Biao's originally kind eyes suddenly turned sharp,
Zhang Bei, who was sitting opposite, had no intention of giving in.
"Do you know what the consequences will be when you say this?"
"I don't know, but I know that if my brother is still in jail, I am not worthy of being his brother-in-law..."
"Ah? Haha, your brother? Indeed, the man named Datou, logically speaking, should be your brother, but I said he is not worthy, or that he is not, do you believe it?"
Listening to Uncle Biao's words that were trying to imply something, Zhang Bei couldn't help but frown. This was the first time his face had changed since he entered the yurt.
Looking at Uncle Biao holding up the silver wine glass, Zhang Bei picked up the glass in front of him with both hands. After touching the lower edge, he drank it all in one gulp. Following Uncle Biao's example, Zhang Bei picked up the sharp knife in front of him and skillfully
There were slices of golden mutton. Zhang Bei, who never asked the reason, quietly ate the mutton on the plate, pretending to be calm, and from time to time, he would look at Uncle Biao who was eating the vegetables there, with his calm expression.