In the box, Zheng Jun, who was sitting on a chair, was studying Chu Heng's usual appearance.
I saw him holding a cigarette in his hand, his crossed legs twitching, his body slumped lazily on the back of the chair, and the corners of his mouth twitched in an attempt to imitate that unruly and friendly smile. However, the tiger is not the opposite of a dog, giving people the impression of a sheep having an epileptic fit, with its body convulsing wildly.
The free and easy nature of Chu Heng was completely missing.
"Oh, why can't you learn it?"
After tinkering for a while, Zheng Jun, who still couldn't find the charm, smiled bitterly and sat down again. He took a box of cigarettes from the table, opened it, lit one, and then looked at the watch on his wrist impatiently and cursed. Said: "Why don't these grandsons come?"
"Whose grandson are you scolding?"
At this moment, someone pushed the door open and walked in. He was in his twenties, not very tall, fat and strong, with a centipede-like scar on his big bald head. He looked very ferocious.
He is a gangster leader in the city and a good friend of Zheng Jun. His name is Fei Long.
"Damn fat man!"
Zheng Jun stood up in surprise, went up to him and hugged him hard: "Your kid is not dead!"
"Hey, we are lucky and have great luck. King Jiang Hell can't catch us." Fei Long smiled proudly, and his mung bean-like eyes instantly turned into two slits.
After the two of them let go, he glanced at Zheng Jun's clothes and the big front door on the table, and said in a loud voice: "Where have you been during this time? You are doing well!"
As he said that, he picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table and lit one. After taking a few puffs, he smacked his lips with enjoyment: "It has to be the big front door, it smells so good!"
"Look at your potential!"
Zheng Jun smiled and punched him, pretending to be generous on his face, but feeling very painful in his heart, he stuffed the cigarette into his pocket: "If you like it, take it and smoke it. Whoever follows the other brother, what's mine is yours." .”
"Hehe, then I won't be polite." Feilong didn't want to be polite to him either. He put away the cigarettes with a smile, and finally took two cigarettes from the table and put them behind his ears.
Totally poor.
Even though he is a gangster leader, he is far inferior to the stubborn ones in Four-Nine City. He can usually help others fight, or steal some money to spend. It was better before, although he didn't have much money, but There is no need to worry about food and drink, but since Jiang Zhuolin started to improve public security, all his previous livelihoods have been stopped, and now he is so poor that he can hardly afford to eat.
The two brothers, who had not seen each other for a long time, chatted for a while, and soon more people came over one after another.
Not long after, this big box that could hold fifteen people was mostly full, with exactly ten people in it.
After Zheng Jun dispersed a circle of cigarettes, he looked around at everyone in the room, then deliberately raised his hand to turn on the time, revealing the shiny Shanghai on his wrist. He frowned and said: "It's almost twelve o'clock, Lao Cui Why haven’t they arrived yet?”
"Don't wait any longer."
A young man who looked very old smiled bitterly and sighed: "Last month, Lao Cui and Zheng Ru asked Jiang Yan Wang to serve them in one pot. I guess you have to wait three to five years."
"Are they even broken?" Zheng Jun was suddenly stunned. Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces on the table, he felt a little sad. He didn't know how many of these people would be left after a while...
But soon, he began to feel lucky again that he had met Cen Hao and Chu Heng.
It’s really God’s blessing!
At this time, a man in his thirties threw a cigarette butt at Zheng Jun very rudely, frowned and urged: "Hey! Don't be stunned. Everyone in the city is at this table. Let's talk quickly.
, why did you call the big guys here today? I'm still busy over there, but I don't have time to be here with you!"
You can earn over a hundred or dozens of dollars a month!
Zheng Jun looked at the place where he was hit by the cigarette butt, frowned and carefully flicked the cigarette ashes on his body with his fingers. He didn't dare to get angry with him, so he could only stand up with a smile and said: "Don't be impatient, brother Mazi.
, I will let them serve the food first, and we will talk while eating."
Mazi shook his Shanghai watch impatiently, waved his hand and said: "Then go quickly, don't make it too shabby, or I won't eat it!"
"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Zheng Jun's face twitched, and he turned around and walked out of the private room.
You damn bitch, you're a gangster from a small place, what are you so proud of!
Mr. Chu is so awesome but he doesn’t have the arrogance of you!
If you don't ask for help from others, I will beat you to death!
He came out of the private room with an unhappy look on his face, followed the corridor to the stairs, and found the manager downstairs who was sitting in the lobby chatting with someone. He smiled and handed over a cigarette and said: "Manager Fang, we
Now that everyone is here, please let the kitchen serve the food."
"Ah? Oh oh!"
The manager gave him a strange look, took the cigarette without smoking, and said hurriedly: "Okay, I'll make arrangements now. Brother, you go upstairs first."
"You're tired."
Zheng Jun smiled politely and turned back upstairs.
After he walked away, the manager sneakily came to a young man standing at the stairs on the first floor and asked: "Did you see clearly?"
"See clearly! They are all well-known gangsters in our city!" the young man said with excitement.
"Hey, we have made a great contribution this time. You hurry up and notify the kitchen to serve the food. Hold them down first, and I will call the police station right now!" The manager was also extremely excited, and ran away after saying the explanation.
go out.
at the same time.
Zheng Jun had just returned to the private room. After chatting happily with a room of gangsters, the waiter brought out some cold dishes and wine.
Mazi glanced at the Jingzhibaigan, donkey meat stew, and bacon on the table, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. These cold dishes and wine alone were extraordinary. Could it be that that boy really got rich?
"Come on, come on, fill it up, fill it up, let's eat and talk."
Zheng Jun was holding the wine and began to pour the wine one by one. After pouring in a circle, he raised his glass and toasted everyone, and then at their urging, he got to the main topic.
"Before I say anything, let me get out of my way first."
He put a piece of donkey meat stew into his mouth with a smile, and his tongue was almost tangled due to the delicious smell. However, in order not to be looked down upon, he could only suppress the desire to have another piece, light up a cigarette, and imitate
Looking at Chu Heng, he leaned back and said lazily: "Everyone should know where I went this time, right?"
"Who doesn't know this? Sijiucheng." Feilong said in response.
"Then do you know who is the biggest among the stubborn masters in Sijiu City?" Zheng Jun asked again.
"this……"
Everyone looked at each other in shock. They were just a bunch of gangsters. They had been to Langfang as far away as possible. How could they know about Sijiu City?
However, there were also surprises. Mazi, as one of the few big gangsters in the city, had also been to Sijiu City to see the world. When he heard this, he curled his lips and said with a proud face: "No need to ask, Du Sanye must be the biggest."
"Yes, it is indeed Master Du San!"
Seeing someone answer the question, Zheng Jun breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a smile, and said, "Then do you know who is behind Master Du San?"
"You kid really can't ask me this question!" Mazi raised his chin high, and the arrogance on his face became more intense: "I had a drink with Mr. Jiang Hao and Mr. Jiang under Du Sanye, and he told me personally, Du
The third master’s backer is Chu Heng, who is the top disciple in Sijiu City! It is said that his hands and eyes can reach the sky!"
