It was a slightly cool night in early autumn in September, and a small breeze blew, which made people shiver. Pockmarked and I sat on a cold bench, eating spicy hotpot and fried skewers to increase our body temperature.
"Zi yo yo...!" The pock-marked face held the bowl, sniffed, took a sip of soup, turned to look at me and asked, "Are you thinking about me?"
"Well, your admiration for me came a little too suddenly, and I couldn't accept it for a while!" I chewed the fish balls, lowered my head, and said casually.
"If you have anything to say, just ask, but don't be too excited!" Pockmarked Face continued to drink the soup and said.
"Liu Laojiu ran away??" I asked without thinking.
"Well, he ran away!" Pockmarked replied.
"Have you been staring at the brick factory??" I turned around and asked expressionlessly.
"To be precise, it was in that JB Dahu that he shot Li Gungun, and that's when I became interested in this matter!" The pock-marked face also hesitated, and very cleverly blocked my words, asking me to speak directly.
I kept the following words in my stomach, and told me directly that he really didn’t know about Li Gungun’s accident before it happened.
"Staring at the brick factory?? I can understand that you are staring at Caesar??" I frowned and asked again.
"Well, that's understandable!"
"Then tell me, why do you care about Caesar when you have nothing to do?" I stared at the pockmarked face and asked slowly.
"I can't say it!" The pock-marked man was silent for a long time, paused, and continued to drink the soup and said: "I never thought of harming you!"
"Pa!" The Malatang in my hand fell to the ground, splashing the soup all over the floor. My hand paused in the air, I was silent for a moment, and then asked slowly: "What do you want me to do?"
"Tell you where Liu Laojiu is!" Pockmarked replied without thinking.
"Tell me what will happen to Liu Laojiu in the future??" I asked with raised eyebrows.
"What will happen depends on your temper, haha!" Pockmarked laughed and said lightly.
"If I don't know where Liu Laojiu is, I will be angry, but I will forget it after a while. But when I find Liu Laojiu, I will be angry again. If someone is unhappy, I will hurt him slightly.
, I have to face Bi Ziwen, Bi Ziwen, tsk tsk... Just hearing that name makes me fucking angry, tell me, does this count as harming me??" My voice was quite jb
He said something coldly.
After listening to what I said, the pockmarked man put down the plastic bowl in his hand and threw it into the trash can with a sense of ethics. Then he lit a cigarette, was silent for a while, and slowly said: "Every company, or individual,
When you reach a certain stage of development, there is a saturation period. At Caesars Palace, if you just stay in your home and run entertainment projects, you will still have the same worth and status ten years from now, right?"
"Yes!!" I thought for a moment and nodded.
"You have concerns in your heart and are not satisfied with the status quo, right?" the pockmarked face looked at me and asked.
When I heard what he said, my heart skipped a beat, because the pockmarked man was right, the hearts of our group have never left hh city, and it would be a matter of time before we go back, but I don't understand why he would know
So clear.
"If you are not satisfied with the status quo, you have to break the original operating model. Regardless of whether you have money or not, the stall must be bigger. Zhang Xu wants to take out the Huanyu Group for loans. This is the route he is taking, right?" The pockmarked face continued to ask.
road.
"Yes!" I nodded again.
"Look, here comes the fucking problem. You can't deny that you are still a bastard, a bastard, and can't stand up to some big projects, or powerful groups or enterprises in the city. , when you hear the name Caesar, no matter how much money you pay, people won’t let you play, so the projects you can manage will be drawn in a circle and narrowed down a lot, right?" Pockmarked asked again.
I sighed and nodded.
"A few days ago, I heard something that I thought was quite interesting. It is said that Wujiazi Town in Shenyang is a distribution center for egg production. Almost every farmer raises chickens. The town's annual output value is in the millions. More than a kilogram of eggs, but what is very strange is that in Wujiazi Town with such a large output value, no one has ever been to collect eggs. After all the eggs are laid, they are directly loaded into the truck and sent to the factory invested by Bi Ziwen, and they are simply packaged. Add a few cents per kilogram and sell it to egg dealers. Do you know how many people are running this thing? Let me tell you, they are more than 20 old women who have not graduated from elementary school!! But in one year Earning tens of millions is no problem!! Also, the son of the deputy mayor in charge of agriculture once did not believe in this evil, so he contacted a boss from out of town to get involved in the egg stall, and hired more than 200 workers. When collecting eggs in the village, Bi Ziwen didn't say a word, but after working with more than 200 people for more than a month, he still didn't receive a damn egg bud! The son of the deputy mayor was angry, and he went to the countryside and grabbed a villager and asked, Damn it, my money is not money?? If I add more money, can you sell me?? The farmer told him directly, after six or seven years, we are used to it, I'm sorry, how much do you pay, don't sell it You!!! The son of the deputy mayor asked, the village name was changed, we are used to it!!! Is it scary? Is it scary???" The pockmarked face stared at me and asked.
I was a little stunned after hearing this and was silent for a long time without saying a word.
"As I said before, there are only so many projects that we people can manage. When the industry gets bigger, people will step on people to eat. The road is only so wide. Bi Ziwen has been used to it in Shenyang for so many years. It's you. I want to spread the stall as big as possible, will it work? So, don’t fucking say I’m harming you, if you spread the stall, it will affect even an egg, and the mayor’s son will step on it Bi Ziwen , then sooner or later you have to start fighting!! This is just like the old Americans doing Iraq!! The plot requires it!! It has to be done!!" The pockmarked face looked at me, blinked his eyes, and said lightly.
The reason why I kept silent was because what Ma Lian said was indeed true. I couldn't refute him at all. Two merchants right next to each other took advantage of someone's sleep to splash dirty water on the door, not to mention that it involved Bi Ziwen and I have learned so many things...
"Brother Ma, what kind of monsters and monsters do you have? Bi Ziwen, you know it, and I know it, too. Are you the fucking fortune teller on the legendary Tianqiao bridge?" I licked my lips and stared at him and asked.
"Haha, I said I did this just to live for two more days! Do you believe it?" The pockmarked face was silent for a long time, then he looked up at me and said slowly.
"I don't believe it!" I shook my head seriously.
"I fucking feel like you don't believe me either. These days, whoever believes the truth is not a fool?" He said helplessly with a pockmarked face.
"Tell me about Bi Ziwen!!" I looked at him and had no clue. This man was very strict in his chat. He didn't say a word of nonsense except what he should say.
"Didn't I tell you just now?" the pockmarked man asked as he picked up the beer with a smile.
"I want to hear something more fucking awesome!"
"Then tell me???"
"Well, tell me!"
"Open a beer for me!"
"...I spit in it, don't blame me!"
"Okay, just think of it as me kissing you tongue-in-cheek!"