Chapter 392 If you have money, you can be self-willed!
When I was in China, I often heard so-called turtle gangsters bragging loudly to me, telling me about the complexity of the Golden Triangle and the dark battles between gangs.
Now, being in Myanmar, I do not deny this statement, but I also have some insights of my own. I think here, when you are a little higher than the bottom class and a lot shorter than the upper class, in fact, people are different from each other. The relationship between them is not complicated, and is simpler than in China.
At home, if you play silent at the right time, others will say that you have a strong government and are very stable, but here, if you keep silent when something happens, even a loser like Cha Ji who will act according to the circumstances will dare to be shameless. I have to go into the house and extort money from you while you are eating, but you have to give it away.
It’s much simpler here than in China. When you are in a certain rank and can’t move up or down, there is no fucking intrigue. Whose daughter-in-law you like can be robbed directly. When you see the money in your pocket, you will feel If you can get it yourself, then use guns and knives to speak, very bloody and very straightforward.
We carry gold and a large amount of cash, and word spread in Yuzhai inexplicably. So if he wants to survive, Cha Meng must lose his head in front of everyone. Even if I already know that Jin Beibei is out of danger, then he has to Chop Mi Le into pieces.
There is an old man I admire the most in my life, his surname is Deng. In 1979, he visited the United States. A local reporter interviewed him about Vietnam's repeated provocations against China and asked him what his attitude was.
"If a child disobeys, he will be spanked."
This old man said one of the most classic words that people will never forget.
After publicly speaking this sentence, China's nine armies and 200,000 troops marched abroad, hitting Vietnam with three axes, telling them with facts that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the warlike blood of the Chinese people still flows in their bones and has not faded. Pass……
They need to use such a record to send a message to the world.
Although, I dare not be so self-righteous as to compare us to those soldiers who really fought for the country.
But we also need to give Yuzhai such a message, and we must tell them.
Our apparent humility is not only a matter of politeness, but more importantly, it is to cover up a relatively unreasonable character.
Of course, being unreasonable can also lead to opportunities. Cha Meng almost lost the goods when he stabbed Gu behind his back. Kun Li was already dissatisfied. Also, Zabu was always watching in the middle of Yuzhai, plus Zhang Jun was behind his back. Boss, I don’t have a clear attitude, but for various reasons, I have the confidence to bluff Kun Li.
Don't fucking think that just because I call you uncle, you really treat me like a child.
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There was nothing to say all night, and there was a meeting in Yuzhai early the next morning. All the leaders were there. Regarding my action of hacking Cha Meng to death last night, everyone protested, cursed and slandered me in vulgar words.
Those with a good attitude just expressed their intention to let me leave Yuzhai. The radicals even felt that it would be more worry-free to pull me out immediately.
The relationship between Cha Meng and them was not considered. They only knew that if I did not take Cha Meng seriously, it would be tantamount to contempt for them, which cannot be tolerated.
Kun Li frowned and listened to everyone's words, very calmly. Everyone in the meeting was spitting and scolding. After half an hour, a grumpy man felt that the time was almost up, and walked out with a gun. Seeing what this meant was that he was going to The rhythm of bringing us out, destroying each of us, and burying us directly.
"Early this morning, I received a call. Xiangnan's friend Zhang Jun was very embarrassed about this matter. It was his introduction that caused such a big mess in Yuzhai. While he apologized, he called A compensation for Yuzhai, except for the dead Chameng team, the remaining four teams, and a weapon replenishment fee of 200,000 yuan for each team," Kun Li said in a very straightforward manner.
The man holding the gun was stunned for a moment and said in a deep voice: "...This is not a matter of money...Although he is a child, he is too annoying. Chameng will kill whoever he kills." This was done too impulsively.”
As he spoke, he sat down in his original position.
"Mr. Kun Li, although our Yuzhai is not rich economically, we must have the backbone to be poor. Money is not the fundamental solution to the problem. It is mainly a matter of Xiangnan's attitude..." Another middle-aged man did not mention the matter of killing me at all. Son, as soon as your tone changes, you need to talk about your attitude.
"This is a good saying. Xiangnan must have an attitude."
Some people immediately agreed.
The conversation among the people at this table showed people's shamelessness to the maximum. They didn't use a fig leaf to cover their faces at all. They just changed the topic so nakedly and started talking about the 200,000 weapon replenishment fee.
No one knows how much financial support the big brother behind Zhang Jun gave Kun Li, but in the end, the one assigned to the team was 250,000 yuan. Kun Li said that the extra 50,000 yuan was given by him, but it should be no one. I will believe it, but I have to say thank you on the surface.
Well, I must thank him.
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Seven days later, we were collectively liberated, and those who symbolically imprisoned us disappeared.
We got freedom, but we were very sad and angry. Oh, to be precise, we had to act very sad and angry because Jin Beibei "died"...
You have to have a reason to kill Cha Meng, and that reason is the dead Jin Beibei.
In accordance with Chinese etiquette, I wrapped the white cloth around my arm that I had never taken off. The old fairy went even more exaggerated and made a white spiritual flag and put it on my head. I carried the entire spiritual flag on my shoulders and walked out of the attic door. , burst into tears, slapped her thigh and said: "Oh, Beibei, why did you leave so young...Brother, I haven't had time to go back to China with you..."
"Holy shit, this is a bit mysterious." Zhiwei said in a sweaty voice.
"...It's grown up." Old Xian covered his face and asked in a low voice.
"Well, well, hold it tight, you might scare me."
"Hey, Nannan, is it necessary to do this?" Li Hao asked from behind speechlessly.
"...You can kill Cha Meng for Beibei. With this kind of relationship, if you don't have a grand funeral, no one will believe that he is dead. Besides, it's not easy for Kun Li. You asked me to give him some noodles." I lowered my head and whispered back.
"All right."
Li Hao scratched his nose and replied that the injury on his right shoulder had not healed yet, so he could only fire a firecracker with his left hand.
The more I walked, the more I felt unjust. Jin Beibei was alive and well. There was a fucking funeral here. No matter what I thought, Jin Beibei was very depressed. Her thighs were fucked like that. , and he even lived in a small box in advance... because I hired a carpenter to handcraft an urn for him, which contained the clothes he wore.
Yes, you have to perform well.
The eight of us walked outside along the stockade. Gunfire continued along the way. Li Hao even shouted: "Fire a cannon to shake the ghosts on the road..."
"Hey, these people are quite emotional." Several leaders who were watching from a distance whispered to each other. After chatting for a while, they also asked the people below to sacrifice a mortar shell and shoot one into the sky. The scene was Old Jb is making no sense...
We went to find a hole outside the village, buried the urn indiscriminately, and then piled a bag of earth without even carving a tombstone. We stood in front of the fake tomb and muttered a few words each, and that was it.
On the way back, I called Zabu and chatted for a few words. He expressed regret for Jin Beibei's death.
And I also learned from him that Kun Li likes smoking cigars, which is a small hobby.
This thing made me very angry. After thinking about it for a while, I recalled Sir Wei's cell phone and called him, but it showed no answer. In desperation, I thought of Ma Xiaoyou again. Suddenly I realized that I was safe. , haven’t told her yet...
"Sigh... Sister Ma doesn't think I'm dead..."
I muttered to myself and dialed Ma Xiaoyou's number.
"Dudu..."
"Hello."
"Guess who I am." I said in a low voice.
Ma Xiaoyou on the opposite side was silent for more than ten seconds, and then asked in an excited voice: "Xiang Nan, weren't you arrested? Why... Ah, Xiang Nan, you didn't escape from prison, did you?" Where are you, how could you be like this..."
I heard her words, blinked my eyes, and then said without hesitation: "Damn it, can a small broken water prison lock the dragon? I will be killed by the prison police with two electric cannons." Yes... I will go to Zhongnanhai now and ask them what they mean by JB... If it doesn't work, I will fight."
"...You're okay," Ma Xiaoyou, no matter how stupid she was, could tell that I was teasing her.
"Haha, everything is fine already."
"It's already been fine," Ma Xiaoyou repeated with a frown.
"Ah, I've been staying in Myanmar for almost a month. Hey, I want to ask you something. Please help me..." I replied casually, and then opened my mouth to get down to business.
"Fuck you, please die." Ma Xiaoyou gritted his teeth, cursed fiercely, and hung up the phone.
As I listened to the busy tone on the phone, my eyes were very confused and I didn't know which sentence I said was wrong.
"Dudu."
I have a characteristic, that is, I must understand something I don’t understand. I pressed the transmit button and the call immediately came back. Ma Xiaoyou hung up abruptly. I continued to call, but she hung up. I still beat……
"What are you going to do?"
"Holy shit, are you sick? Why don't I just brag to you? Why did you have such a big reaction? You must have taken the wrong medicine..." I spat and cursed.
"...You are the only one who is sick. Stop calling me."
"It's because I brag to you." I felt that this girl was a bit heartless, and her anger was very inexplicable.
"You think about it yourself."
Ma Xiaoyou replied and hung up the phone again.
"My fucking Newton, I can think of anything for a while. Besides, Newton also has an apple. You can give me a clue...Hey, hey, is it just because of bragging?...Fuck, again Bye……."