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Chapter 403 Smiling Taizu

There was no luxurious greeting team, just a few simple old-fashioned off-road vehicles, and a dozen men with weak aura. When they saw Cheng Xiaoyu coming out, an off-road vehicle walked a hundred meters ahead, and two cars went one behind the other.

The car was delayed 200 meters.

"The cars are all good cars, the tires are all specially made, the people are all experts, each one is a experienced warrior, the telescopes, detectors, and equipment are very complete, and there should be weapons of mass destruction on the cars.

There are people guarding a large intersection in advance. Hong Taizu invited this meal, and the size alone is worth the price of admission." Heimu observed the surroundings and gave a fair evaluation.

Feng Jingsheng nodded: "It's airtight. If Nan Taizu had a little more courage, there would probably be snipers following him."

Heimu smiled, took out a small mirror from the fender, rolled down the window, and pointed it at a height of 45 degrees. In a flash, a little bit of brightness came together. Feng Jingsheng sighed and smiled: "This wild

The route is more formal than that of the regular army, which makes us feel so embarrassed."

"Every step of development is stained with blood and tears. We dare not be careless." Heimu said softly, and Feng Jingsheng was thoughtful.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the slightest chill penetrated the barrier of my clothes in the biting cold wind. I did not go to the so-called club, but went directly to an antique local restaurant in Nanjing City. There was no clearing out. Although it was past the dining peak, there were many customers.

The lively and lively atmosphere with the unique flavor of old soup spreads throughout the restaurant.

On the railing on the second floor, next to an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table, Hong Jizu stood aside. An old man in chef's clothing held a small teapot in his hand, drank tea, smoked a cigarette, and sat there with a belly as round as a ball.

"Dad, I..." Hong Jizu's voice trembled slightly, with fear.

The fat old man waved his hand and didn't have the patience to listen to his explanation. When the man came in from outside wearing a thick coat, he rubbed his hands to indicate that he was cold, strode upstairs, and was not defeated by the aura and environment at all, he sat there minding his own business.

Wherever he was, he rubbed his nose and said, "Boss Hong, are you going to cook in person today?"

"Haha..." What is the Smiling Buddha? It is the fat old man wearing a chef's coat, his eyes narrowed into a line.

"It's really shameful for him, but it's worth it because of the black wood. Xiao Hong, why don't you sit down." The man was in his mid-thirties, his hair was a little messy, his clothes were not neatly trimmed, and he could still see from the corners of his eyes that he was not awake.

If there is anything special about this character who has eye-catching, unattractive appearance and disappears instantly in the crowd, it is a pair of slender thighs that grow in the wrong places on a man's body.

"Uncle Yan, take your seat." Hong Jizu was actually a few years younger than this man, but he showed a very respectful look on his face.

"Sit down, sit down, our brother, you can still make people laugh." The man, who was called Uncle Yan, impatiently motioned for Hong Jizu to sit down, and at the same time ordered the teacup. The meaning was very clear, give him a seat.

The reason below.

Hong Jizu looked at the person in front of him. If he didn't introduce him, no one would have thought that the dignified Nan Taizu, a famous figure in the whole south, would be the chef of this special restaurant, and he would enjoy it endlessly.

Hong Taizu hummed: "Uncle Yan asked you to sit down, but you still don't sit down."

"Eh!" A smile appeared on Hong Jizu's face, and he didn't have to stand aside in embarrassment for a while.

"Boss Hong, what do you mean?" the man asked.

"Ianzi, try that Cheng Xiaoyu for me. There are rumors out there that this guy is worthy of Kuroki Shinden. He is responsible, has a background, and is capable. If he has good martial arts, he will be a troublesome character in the future. However,

Fortunately, this guy is not very ambitious, so there is no need to be an enemy even if we can't be friends." Hong Taizu put the small teapot on the table, and Hong Jizu immediately went over to fill it with water.

"Boss, aren't you? You have just played the game for three days and three nights. You are not such a little kid and you want me to do it. The boys below are enough. If it's Kuroki, I'm very interested." His eyes were shining brightly and he was imposing.

It soared into the sky at once, sharp and fierce, like a peerless sword unsheathed, full of murderous aura and murderous intent.

"Zhandaoyan, you have no chance of winning against Heimu." Hong Taizu's squinted eyes opened slightly, and a frightening light immediately extinguished this southern madman who used his nickname instead of his name.

"Grandma, how strong is that guy?" Zhan Daoyan drank a cup of tea in one gulp. It wasn't until the boiling water entered his cavity that he felt the overwhelming pain. He jumped up, opened his mouth, and beat his chest.

"Hehehe..." Hong Taizu was happy. You can't imagine a cold-blooded god of war who once single-handedly wiped out a black list supported by Vietnam and slaughtered 68 people overnight, with the sword in his hand.

, an interesting guy who likes decadence and otaku status.

"Xiao Hong, this time you want to invite me to Macau to have fun." Zhan Daoyan sat down with a blushing face after a long time, holding warm water and drinking slowly.

"No problem, Uncle Yan, three million is my personal money. I can't take out the extra money." Hong Jizu didn't care at all about how much gray income he had in front of his father.

"I'll gather ten million for your Uncle Yan to play with, and find him two bed warmers on the way to see what it's like. The clothes haven't been washed for a few days, and they all smell rancid." Hong Taizu's voice was low, with an irresistible tone.

The innate majesty is not strong, but it varies from person to person.

"That smells much better than the vegetable oil smell you always have." Zhan Daoyan muttered without refuting.

Hong Jizu looked at this man and felt warm in his heart. He was a veteran who followed his father when he was a teenager. He earned every penny and spent every penny. He was a master who neither wanted fame nor profit. He worked in professional employment as a teenager.

Under the siege of the soldiers, he was covered in blood and was hit by seven bullets. He escaped from the bloody battle with his back on his back. At that time, his father sighed: "Yanzi is to me, and Zilong is to Liu Bei."

Most of the diners in the restaurant are in their forties or fifties. They drink home-brewed soju and eat a few famous signature dishes. They never leave until late at night. They are all decadent, unscrupulous and down-to-earth, but did you know

, more than half of the people here, ten or twenty years ago, were ruthless characters who dared to carry a gun and kill people at any time.

"Master Hong, let's go." The people at the table stood up, and the three of them gathered together and threw more than ten yuan each on the table. They didn't care if it was enough, and they punched Taizu Hong upstairs, who was wearing a well-worn outfit.

But it is also the state of being at the bottom of society, a lame man, a one-eyed man, and a man who always has to hunch his waist and cover his stomach when walking.

"Money is too much." Hong Taizu casually glanced and left a sentence with a very sincere smile on his lips. These old brothers all have life cases under their hands. After so many years, they have stopped long ago. In the restaurant

There is a small courtyard with only three buildings at the back, three white buildings, where all these people live. They have sacrificed their lives and saved their blood. Now, they are raised by Hong Taizu.

"Haha, I can't spend it. I can't spend it. Xiaohong sent money to my son." The lame man smiled with his eyes narrowed. Their children will be sent abroad to study very early, and all the money will be paid by the company. What on this street?

Everything is available, there is a restaurant at the door, you don't need to spend money on anything, and you receive a "retirement pension" of several thousand yuan every month, and there is very little money to spend.

Hong Taizu looked at his son and smiled without saying a word. The satisfaction of these old brothers was the cornerstone of whether his son could reach the top in the future.

"coming!"

Zhan Daoyan's eyes lit up.

At the door, Cheng Xiaoyu and Heimu got out of the car. Neither Feng Jingsheng nor Ma Shengnan let them get off. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't have the air of a domineering king, but he had a stubborn streak. Anyone who doesn't listen to me, please stay away from me.

Cheng Xiaoyu and Heimu met the three middle-aged men head-on. The two sides passed each other without any exchange of glances, but a depressing atmosphere suddenly surged.

"You guys, go home quickly and don't let your wife come out to look for you." Hong Taizu's voice came faintly, and the fierceness that had just emerged in the bodies of the three people disappeared, and they became three decadent half-old men again, burping from wine.

He smiled and left.

Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't imagine the overlap between the kind and fat chef in front of him and the powerful Hong Taizu in Jiangnan. Look at Qifeng, his momentum and pomp, that is the style of his elder brother. Looking at this person again, apart from his tonnage, there seems to be nothing.

What a commendable place.

"Try the food I cooked." Hong Taizu stood up. He was not tall, and his horizontal development was terrifying. His legs and belly were the best. He smiled and greeted the two of them, asked them to wait, and walked towards the second floor.

Walk to his private kitchen.

"Hey, Cheng Xiaoyu, Boss Hong cooks for himself. There must be a lot of delicious food. How about warming up and eating more in a while. Don't look at him. Boss Hong said I can't beat him, so I won't ask for trouble. I'll follow you.

It's okay to just play around." Zhan Daoyan stretched his waist lazily and said to Cheng Xiaoyu.

"Then you are asking me to make myself miserable? Otherwise, how about I give you another right hand?" Cheng Xiaoyu is no longer a young boy who needs help from others. After several years of growth, he can do anything.

Have your own sense of proportion.

The relaxed color on Zhan Daoyan's face disappeared. The information showed that Cheng Xiaoyu's left arm was abnormal and his left hand was very strong. It was obvious that he was looking for an advantage, but as a senior, he broke the rules by provoking.

"Not bad, not bad, let's play a few times. The place is small, so don't damage Boss Hong's things." Zhan Daoyan stood up. Apart from the Eight Immortals table on the railing, the huge two elders had an open area of ​​forty or fifty square meters.

.

"Zhan Daoyan, right? I'll come and play with you when I have time." Kuroki sat down casually, poured himself a cup of tea, and gave Zhan Daoyan a threatening word, today you challenge Cheng Xiaoyu

, he picked it up, I will challenge you another day, don’t dare to pick it up. While warning him, you are also putting more psychological pressure on him.

call!

In the display window at the far end, an open flame ignited. With this flame, Zhan Daoyan jumped up and slammed his right leg towards Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu retreated, his left hand touched his lower back, and a blade flashed through the air. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.

.)(To be continued)

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