Zhang Ben received a call from Ninghai and the following conversation took place.
"Where is it, Benzi."
Ning Hai asked in a daze, as if he had drunk too much.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Ben frowned, and after a while of silence, he did not say where he was.
"Benzi, I feel bad. Are you there? Come out and have a drink with me." Ning Hai said again.
"Brother Hai, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Ben asked back.
"Benzi, you don't fucking believe me, right? Haha, yes, I don't fucking believe anyone now either."
Ning Hai suddenly became happy.
Zhang Ben heard Ning Hai on the other side, who seemed to be very drunk. He thought for a long time and asked again: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. If you don't want to come, then don't come. I'm fine."
"Where are you?" Zhang Ben asked through gritted teeth.
“My draft beer barbecue by the river.”
Ning Hai replied.
"Just wait for me."
Zhang Ben took a deep breath and then hung up the phone.
Sitting on the sofa in his residence, Zhang Ben smoked two cigarettes in a row, feeling hesitant and reminiscing about the past.
There is no need to say who Ninghai belongs to. After Xiang Hui and He Zaizai left Haiyang, Jin Beibei immediately promoted Ninghai to be the financial manager of Haiyang and be in charge of the economic lifeline.
This kind of promotion was not given by me, nor by Xiang Hui.
But Jin Beibei gave it.
Therefore, the private relationship between Ning Hai and Jin Beibei is obvious.
But Ning Hai who was on the phone just now obviously drank too much and didn't know what kind of obstacle he had encountered. At this time, he called Zhang Ben over. If he didn't have any other thoughts and Zhang Ben didn't go, wouldn't it be a bit disappointing for this veteran of three dynasties? It's a bit chilling.
Once upon a time, when Zhang Ben was in the hotpot city and had no stable financial income, he shamelessly got all his money from Ninghai for three hundred and five hundred yuan.
Every time, Ning Hai cursed, but every time, he didn't stop Zhang Ben.
These people all have impressive stories that cannot be erased.
After struggling for a long time, Zhang Ben set off.
He still wants to go and have a look
Zhang Ben drove and spent half an hour arriving at the barbecue restaurant by the river.
After getting off the car, Zhang Ben saw that Ning Hai had drunk too much and was singing songs in the open-air singing booth next to him.
"It is said that people can't help themselves in the arena/Everyone is working hard for their dreams/We can get together in the sea of people/We must cherish each other more/They all say that people are in the arena for fame and fortune/But brotherhood comes first."
Ning Hai had a strong nasal voice. He was holding a microphone and his face was intoxicated, but his singing was unpleasant. Zhang Ben had his back turned to him, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
Hearing this song, Zhang Ben was filled with emotion, walked to the table, opened a bottle of beer, and started to drink quietly.
The cold wind howled by the river.
Pedestrians were scattered and scattered, and it was difficult to see pedestrians. However, the few remaining merchants and hawkers couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Ninghai. They may be confused and don't understand why a middle-aged man sings such a song. , and I don’t even understand why he sang so loudly.
"We are brothers. We will be together in this life. I will never leave you in life or death. We are brothers. We will be together in this life. I will accompany you in joys and sorrows!"
Ninghai's singing roared on the river wind.
The song reached its climax.
"Squeak."
A van parked on the side of the road. It was full of people, but only one got out.
"Bang."
After getting off the car, this man picked up a bottle of beer from the box, opened it with his teeth, and slowly sat down opposite Zhang Ben.
Zhang Ben was stunned when he saw him.
"Benzi, let's do it." The young man looked at Zhang Ben and said.
"Bang,."
Zhang Ben only paused for a moment, then bumped the beer bottle with the person opposite him, and then they drank it all in one gulp, with foam dripping from the corner of his mouth and down his neck.
"when."
Two wine bottles were placed on the table.
"Let's go, Benzi."
The person opposite wiped his mouth and said.
"First Prince, I also have what you have."
Zhang Ben directly took out a fake 64 from his waist and placed it on the table.
"Benzi, Brother Hai and I have no say in this matter. We only have the right to choose whether to do it or not."
The eldest prince blushed and said in a low voice.
Zhang Ben gritted his teeth and looked at the eldest prince.
"If I don't come, others will come. We are taking a path of no choice. We can no longer go back to the hot pot city and small loan company we once were."
The eldest prince lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice.
"What will happen to Brother Xian if I go with you?"
Zhang Ben asked silently.
"No one will touch him."
The eldest prince raised his head and said.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
After Zhang Ben said this, he threw down his gun, turned around and ran towards the van.
After a few seconds, everyone left.
Ning Hai never dared to look back from the beginning to the end. He just sang the same song over and over again until the booth was closed.
"Buzz."
A burst of noise erupted from the microphone.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Benzi."
Ning Hai curled up on the ground, holding a microphone and murmuring loudly
Early the next morning.
Before Lao Xian woke up, someone opened the door with a key and walked in.
"flap."
The old immortal suddenly sat up.
"Uh-huh."
The person who walked in from the door looked at him.
"you,,."
The old immortal looked at the man who walked in with great astonishment.
"!"
The person who walked in from the door was silent for a long time, sat next to Lao Xian, then frowned and said softly: "Brother Xian, get out of class is over."
"It's you who's been stabbing me in the back."
The old immortal asked with his eyes widened.
"right."
The man nodded numbly.
"I.fuck.you.mom,why,."
The old immortal jumped up crazily, raised his palm and slapped the man's cheek.
"Snapped."
The man grabbed Lao Xian's wrist, stared at his eyes and said, "Brother, when I grow up, you can't hit me like this anymore."
"!" The old immortal gritted his teeth and stared at him.
"Zhang Ben, you asked me to pay for it last night. Brother, you have two choices. The first is to transfer the shares to me and I will let Zhang Ben leave; the second is to kill Zhang Ben and continue to gather the scattered people." share."
He gritted his teeth and said.
"Why,."
The old immortal seemed not to recognize the person in front of him.
"I have no idea."
The man seemed to be silent for a long time. After thinking carefully, he said, "Maybe I have seen too many dirty things, and I have become dirty myself."
The old immortal was silent.
"Snapped."
A contract was thrown on the table, and the man said to Lao Xian: "Brother Xian, think about it, I will wait for you for two hours."
After saying that, the man turned around and left.
The old immortal looked at the contract blankly and sat in the room like a sculpture.
There are many people holding the door outside, and the way out has been completely blocked.
The family seems to have reached a desperate situation. Lao Xian and Zhang Ben have been controlled, and Xiang Hui, Zai Zai, and Wang Mingliang have run away.
Myanmar declared independence.
Cheng Junyi, Jin Beibei, the eldest prince, and Ning Hai surfaced one after another and tied up with outsiders to form a new interest group.
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