"This kind of life cannot go on forever. It seems that it is necessary to expand the arms business and drug business. Korean Bangzi and Sun Country should like this very much. []"
With a sinister smile, Ye Huang walked into the underworld.
"Brother." As soon as he entered the door, Ye Huang heard someone calling him. When he looked up, he saw Fanzi sitting in front of a table on the second floor, leaning against the railing, looking at him with a smile.
After making a gesture, Ye Huang walked up.
"How's it going? Is your body recovering well recently?"
"Everything is almost fine, but my legs are still a little weak. I was planning to help Brother Xu and the others, but they didn't let me work." Fanzi smiled and poured a glass of red wine for Ye Huang and asked.
"Brother, it's so late and you're not accompanying your sister-in-law. Why are you here?" Knowing that his eldest brother has been accompanying several sisters-in-law these days, Fanzi asked this question.
"Something happened over there in the military area. I went there and came over to check on me on my way back. Where is the monk?"
"I went out to negotiate with Brother Xu. There has been some commotion over there in Yubei these days, and there have been some conflicts with us."
"Master Chai's people?" Ye Huang asked after taking a sip of red wine.
"Yeah! The one taking the lead is Scar Tiger. Brother, I heard that you haven't asked for the 50 million back last time?"
"Don't worry, let them save it first. I want interest. When the time comes, the interest will be calculated together with the principal."
With a slight smile, Ye Huang was not worried at all about losing the money.
"Brother."
"Um?"
"Thank you. If it weren't for you, my life would have been lost." Zhong Fan said solemnly, looking directly at Ye Huang.
"Haha, we are all brothers, no need to be so pretentious, come and drink!" Seeing Zhong Fan like this, Ye Huang reached out and patted his arm and picked up the wine glass.
Zhong Fan knew that Ye Huang was a person who didn't like to be polite to others, so he didn't talk about random words of gratitude and drank all the red wine in one gulp.
"This is the right thing to do. Work hard from now on. Sooner or later I will help you and the underground brothers to settle this debt. Just wait, it's not far away."
"Okay!" Zhong Fan nodded heavily, poured another glass of wine and drank it.
"I said you, boy, keep some for me. When I went out to pay the bill, you, boy, poured out my wine." While I was drinking, the monk who came back from next to me snatched the bottle of wine from the table and sat down.
On the side.
"Haha, monk, when did you become so stingy? Isn't it just a bottle of wine?"
"Boss, you don't know, this is Remy Ma. Last time I went to pick a fight, I was respected by others." The monk explained with a smile.
Last time, I was given a total of two bottles, but I accidentally smashed one when I came back. I didn't even take two sips of the remaining bottle. Fanzi was worried about him after he was discharged from the hospital and stayed in the office all day.
The monk had hidden it several times, but this boy found it again.
"Isn't it just a bottle of broken wine? I'll give you those bottles of Lafite later."
"Come on, the boss said your bottles of Lafite are all fake wine, do you think I would want it?" The monk rolled his eyes at Fanzi and took a sip of wine, looking very happy.
"What's wrong with fake wine? It doesn't even taste the same."
"The taste is different. Maybe the fake wine is made of melocyanine."
"Okay, monk, you think your wine is very good, look what is this?"
Picking up the wine bottle, Ye Huang put three English words on one side of the bottle under the light and appeared in people's sight.
"What? What does this mean? I don't understand English." Although the monk graduated from high school, he didn't learn much English because his hometown is remote. Especially after so many years, he can hardly remember English.
The meaning of the word is clear, and Ye Huang pointed it out to him, but he didn’t know what it meant.a!”
"She's so beautiful, why don't you fuck her? Damn it, how can this foreigner be such a gangster? She's so beautiful, fuck her once, then twice." The monk muttered.
"Monk, why don't you shame yourself here? Did you learn from Lao Xing and watch too many pornographic films?"
Hearing what this young monk said, Ye Huang almost spit out his wine.
This *** was the former military king of the Southwest Military Region. Why can’t he remember even a single English word?
"Hehe, in the past two days, I really got some goods from Lao Xing. They are Korean goods. They seem to be from the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry. Those have a small waist and a small butt. Are you interested, boss?"
"Okay, see for yourself."
Ye Huang was sweating furiously in his heart, he could guess it right even if he casually said it.
Korean Bangzi are all artificial beauties created through plastic surgery. Can you watch them?
"Hey, the boss has a sister-in-law, so naturally he is not interested in this. By the way, what do the words boss mean?" the monk asked with a smile.
"Idiot, this means that your bottle of wine is also fake!" Zhong Fan grew up in Chongqing and studied English in primary school. Naturally, he still knows these three words very well.
"Fake wine? How is that possible!"
As soon as Zhong Fan said this, the monk raised his voice and shouted in disbelief.
"Fanzi didn't lie to you, this bottle of wine is fake wine." Ye Huang smiled and said. a! It means produced in China, that is, our country of China! Do you understand?"
"Oh, I understand, isn't it produced in China, so what?" The monk still didn't react.
"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? It's all produced in China. Is it true when you say Remy Martin? When did you hear that foreign wine is produced in our country? Do you think it's Maotai or Wuliangye?"
As soon as Ye Huang said this, he glared at the stupid monk, and then drank the bottle of wine.
Is it true or false? You can drink it without adding melamine.
Ye Huang and Fanzi were leisurely here, while the monk's face turned red from holding back the wine. For a long time, he grabbed more wine bottles and rushed downstairs.
Within a few minutes, he rushed out with a group of people.
"What is he doing?" He probably went to find a place." Ye Huang smiled and said nothing.
As we all know, after China's economy has developed in recent years, there have been more and more fake foreign wines and fake foreign goods.
In particular, many of these bars and clubs are the main places for dumping fake wine. Except for some people with very special status, clubs and bars will basically use this kind of fake wine to deal with ordinary guests.
Obviously, this monk was deceived because he did not understand this.
Not two minutes later, the monk rushed back angrily, sat down at the table, and held two bottles of Hennessy XO in his hand.
Ye Huang picked it up and saw that the wine was real wine. He couldn't help but feel a little strange.
"Monk, where did you get this wine?"
"In the supermarket across the street, boss, I made you drink fake wine today. I feel uncomfortable. This time I drank the real thing. Two bottles of wine cost 2,800 yuan, and they also came with **." With that, the monk showed his **.
"Okay, you'd better keep this thing. This foreign wine may not be as delicious as our Erguotou. It's all blown out of the wine. Let's talk about the situation at night first." Putting the wine in front of the monk, Ye Huang didn't want to drink it.
