The commercial street, the most prosperous place in hh city, cannot compare with first-tier cities, and it is difficult to see particularly big luxury brands, but even so, this place is still very expensive.
Take the parking lot we are going to as an example. It is a big place, with a total area of less than 1,000 square meters, but making four to five thousand a day is not a problem at all. The parking fee is more expensive than fucking gasoline!!
If an underground shopping mall is built, the parking lot will obviously not work, because no one will build an entrance in the parking lot. A road must be paved directly to the pedestrian street to attract people.
Originally, we didn't take this seriously at all. We had already agreed before we went that we should talk about it first, instead of just bluffing and bluffing. After a few rounds, we should be able to get it done.
But I never expected it!! It would be impossible to talk!! Because the language is totally different!!
We three cars searched for a long time before we arrived at this parking lot, just when we were about to drive in.
A man with blue eyes, hair all in wool curls, sunken eyes, a bit sloppily dressed, and a toll collector came out.
"...One pigeon is cut for ten dollars...Two pigeons are cut for one dollar..." The sloppy young man knocked on our car window and said with the money in his hand.
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"...What he's talking about is, what kind of jb play!??" I was stunned when I heard this in the car.
"Brothers from the Uyghur ethnic group!! We don't stop working!! Find the boss to work!! You understand that there are talents in every field," Nayu said, pretending to understand.
"Stop talking nonsense, why don't you speak Chinese! You can't understand what you're talking about!!" Dakang cursed.
At this moment, Li Meng took out a pen and paper from the car, wrote a few words, and handed it to the Xinjiang man. He could understand us, but we obviously couldn't understand him, so we had to use paper
comminicate.
"Turn right, turn around, and get off!!" The Xinjiang man looked at the note and saw a few sentences in Mandarin, which are quite standard!! It seems that his profession is relatively strong, and he has practiced these sentences every day in Moji.
We didn't drive into the parking lot, but parked at the entrance. I gave Da Bo and Zhang Feng a wink, telling them not to get out of the car and wait in the car.
Before getting out of the car, Dakang, I, and the rest of us took out the military spurs from under the car seat and pinned them on our waists.
Li Meng, Liu Li, Dakang, me, Tang Biao, and Na Yu followed the people from Xinjiang and walked in. There was no office in this shabby parking lot, only a small watchtower with an area of seven or eight square meters. After we entered the house,
There's not even a place to sit.
In fact, today we are just here to try our words. Whether to give money or do it for a while will be discussed later. After all, Wan Huanyu has not given us any confirmation yet.
After the Xinjiang people brought us in, they looked at us with a stern look, then murmured a few words that they didn't understand, and walked out with a walkie-talkie.
After waiting for twenty minutes, I felt that something was wrong. Although I couldn’t understand what the Xinjiang people were saying standing outside, I could tell from his movements and expressions that he was constantly talking to me.
When speaking on the intercom, his tone seemed urgent.
"That idiot, what are you talking about there?" Na Yu also said with a frown as he waited impatiently.
"Fuck, he didn't do anything, how can he still ask someone to chop us down??" Tang Biao sat on the table carelessly, took out his army spurs, and picked at his fingernails.
"Mr. Meng, something is wrong! They shouldn't be too far away. In their line of work, it's impossible to just have a parking lot! People who want to come have already arrived, how can it be so slow!!" My right eyelid began to bulge.
Jumped up.
As I said before, I feel like I have a sixth sense. Every time I feel like this, something is going to happen.
"...You said something was going to happen!! Then something is going to happen!! Let's go...bring me the gun tomorrow!!" After hearing what I said, Li Meng lost his composure and opened the door with a creak.
Got out.
At this damn moment, we just went out and we suddenly became stupid!!
"Creak...Creak..!!"
At the exit of the parking lot, there were more than ten taxis in an instant. A group of people, a young man with curly hair and blue eyes, was holding a machete more than one meter long! They slowly gathered together to pay the fare.
!!
"No! Run!! Run!!"
Li Meng, who had just left the house, yelled loudly, immediately ran to the entrance where we came in!!
At this damn moment! The Xinjiang man who led us in before!! Picked up the walkie-talkie and smashed it on Na Yu’s head!!!
“Bang!!”
The plastic-cased walkie-talkie was instantly broken into pieces!!
"**Your mother!!"
Na Yu covered his bleeding head with his left hand, touched his waist with his right hand, took out the military thorn, and was about to open it!!!
"Don't fucking mess with him!! Leave quickly!!" I pulled him hard and found that he was pulling!!
"Chao Ni mom b... Chao Ni mom b... Chao Ni mom b..."
I saw the man from Xinjiang, cursing non-stop, no one could understand the curse words, holding Na Yu tightly with both arms!!
"Pfft!!!"
"Pfft!!"
"Pfft!"
Three sounds of the tip of the knife digging into the flesh were heard!!
The first knife Na Yu stabbed himself was in the leg of a Xinjiang man!!
My second knife followed closely!! Pricked the Xinjiang man’s waist!!
The third knife was stabbed by Tang Biao! This knife pierced the left rib of the Xinjiang man!!
Webbed!!
When the three of us pulled out the knives, we could see with the naked eye that blood spurted out from the three wounds at the same time!!
It stands to reason that after receiving these three stabs, he would either lie down or run away!! But this Xinjiang native ignored the wounds on his body and continued to curse and hug his waist.
"Tap...tap...tap, pedal, pedal!!"
At this time, another "group" of people from Xinjiang rushed over with machetes!!
"Peng!! Peng!! Peng!"
Tang Biao and I, as well as Brother Meng who came back, kicked the Xinjiang man hard. Finally, we kicked him away, and another group of Xinjiang people rushed over!!
At this time, we wanted to run, but it was already too late...
When I looked at the Xinjiang people in their 40s and 50s with knives, my brain went numb and I was a little confused!!
The Uyghurs have strong folk customs and are extremely fierce in fights. They are not inferior to the Mongols at all. This can be seen from the Xinjiang man who was stabbed three times and refused to let go.
"Fuck!! Give me a knife!!" Li Meng spat lightly and said to the rest of us.
It’s been a long time since Mr. Meng stabbed someone!! At his level, if he doesn’t take action, he will definitely kill someone if he takes action!!
I don’t even carry knives with me a long time ago, now there’s nothing I can do!! These people, I don’t care who you are!!
"**, look at your paralysis!!" Before Li Meng could take the military thorn, Dakang directly took the ten centimeter long military thorn and ran out!!