"Senior Fan, I have admired my name for a long time." Compared with Hong Jizu's smile, Cheng Xiaoyu straightened his back and clasped his fists with his hands. It seemed that he was less polite, but in fact he was more reckless and sincere.
"Lord Yu, I have admired you for a long time." Fan Biaozi still looked the same as when he met Hong Jizu. He was laughing and joking, not too big or too small, giving the impression of a slight hint of fawning.
"Shit, shit, Prince Yu, I feel comfortable when others call me. It's great to be a master. A group of people have to obey even if they don't want to, and they have to scream even if they don't scream. But now on the ship of your demon king, Senior Fan will shorten people's lifespan."
, I can’t bear it. Do you think the gift we brought is too light and you deliberately embarrass us? It’s not bad. It’s a Northeastern specialty and strong seasoning. Senior Fan can’t be stingy with this meal, right? It’s all worth it.
Yes, I'm just here to make a living." Cheng Xiaoyu's words are rough and rough, with a smell of earthiness, and it doesn't suit him to be verbose. He is not that material, so why bother pretending to be a scholar.
"Haha, then I'll give you a shout out..." A person's sincerity can be revealed in his words and facial expressions, and Fan Biaozi is not a pretentious person.
"Just call it Daewoo. It looks friendly. We can show off when we take it out. We are very familiar with Senior Fan."
"You kid, aren't you trying to kill me? I can't bear it."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The guests and the host were seated. Fan Biaozi still took out the cigarettes that cost a few dollars and smoked them for a day. He kept the soft bag in his pocket. Because the number of cigarettes decreased, the outer box became more deflated, and the cigarettes were also a little deflated. Fan Biaozi did not
He handed it over carelessly, Cheng Xiaoyu took it without hesitation, and took out a lighter to light it for Fan Biaozi. The sea breeze blew through the lighter and couldn't light it. Cheng Xiaoyu leaned over, and Fan Biaozi blocked the wind with his hands and body. He lit it.
After catching it, he started to help Cheng Xiaoyu block the wind. The situation was like two bad friends lighting up each other's cigarettes on the street.
"Well, this tastes pretty good. It's specially provided by the cigarette factory. It's pure, but it's a bit spicy. It's not suitable for me. Otherwise, I have to ask for a few from Senior Fan." Cheng Xiaoyu smacked his lips twice and took a sip with his fingers.
He pinched the cigarette. It was full of weight and the leaves were pure. He was used to smoking special cigarettes and cigarettes sold in cigarette factories. He recognized the true appearance of this cigarette at a glance. He took another sip and really savored the taste.
, I think it’s very good.
"Oh?" Fan Biaozi thought it was quite interesting. This guy was a bit interesting.
And the next meal was even more interesting. The two of them shook their cheeks and looked like they were desperate. Which one is sashimi and which one is sushi? There are no rules. It’s just zao (meaning to eat fiercely in Northeastern dialect).
Soon, Fan Biaozi didn’t eat much of the dinner for two before it was gone.
"The food is good, but a little lacking." Cheng Xiaoyu signaled for the red wine to be replaced, got a bottle of beer, drank it down, and then burped.
Fan Biaozi ate too much at noon. Seeing such a scene, this is polite in the countryside. If the guests are not full, they can go back and scold their mothers.
"Come on!" Fan Biaozi glared at his subordinates and signaled to continue serving food. He did not show any weakness and accompanied him to eat, but his speed was still a little behind Cheng Xiaoyu.
"It's cool, I haven't had such a refreshing meal for a long time." It's not delicious, but it's refreshing. It's a state of temper. Fan Biaozi didn't care about the image and leaned on the chair, blowing the warm sunset sea breeze.
He looked like he couldn't eat anymore.
"Next time Senior Fan comes to Fengtian or Chuncheng, I'll treat you to authentic Northeastern cuisine. That's really enjoyable. Eat big chunks of meat and drink in big bowls. This little Japanese thing tastes good and looks good, but it's not very affordable.
, such a big plate with a bunch of matching, flashy, and not satisfying to eat." Cheng Xiaoyu rubbed his belly and took out a special treat for Greater China from his pocket: "We are still in this state, take this cigarette and send it out.
With so much face, we will be satisfied when we can reach Senior Fan’s level."
Fan Biaozi squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu. He found that there was no need to show off some of his usual disguises because they were completely useless.
"Army?" Fan Biaozi took the cigarette, lit it in the same posture, and pointed at the clean condition on the table.
"No, I have been in the army for a few days, but who are we? We are used to being wild and disobedient. We are good at controlling others. We can't stand the discipline. This is a habit we had when we were poor when we were young. We always felt that we should not take care of ourselves.
I'm sorry for my stomach after I'm full, but I'm sorry for the precious food if I don't clean the food on the table..." Cheng Xiaoyu recalled the scene when he was a child. This was really the case. He felt nostalgic and sad at the same time.
Fan Biaozi also felt the same way. At a young age, his family was poor and he went to the coal mine to block the miners. He was like a black monkey in a day. He could not make much money, which was not enough to supplement the family income. He could not keep up with nutrition.
It's life-threatening. Even without oil and water, we have to create a state where we can survive without starving to death.
"Two drinks?" Fan Biaozi suggested.
"Then just have two drinks, but Senior Fan has to ask someone to get some food for my brothers. Just something affordable. Don't make sashimi or anything like that. They will scold you easily."
This drink was very speculative. We didn’t talk about any topics like the Civil War. Drinking was just drinking, and drinking meant drinking. We chatted about all over the world, talking about world affairs and national events that had nothing to do with life.
You don’t have to be truthful when talking while drinking, just some conversation, and you can make similar comments about one thing.
A plate of peanuts, a plate of beef jerky, a plate of shredded squid, and all the dishes for drinking are all ready. After two hours of drinking, it is quite exciting.
"People like you and me are here today to discuss state affairs!" Fan Biaozi shook his head, his face flushed.
"This is the duty and right of citizens, freedom of speech." They looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
Cheng Xiaoyu held a cigarette in his mouth. On the sea at night, the warm wind was no longer there, and the cold wind was blowing. He stood up and walked towards the stairs. The moment he stood on the stairs, he suddenly turned around and looked back: "Zhonghunshi, how about we cooperate?"
Fan Biaozi's eyes flashed: "How?"
"If you defeat Nan Taizu, you will get five shares of the profit. You and Qifeng will give you and I one share." He said he was no longer drunk.
"Why do you want Yi, Prince Yu?" Fan Biaozi stood up.
"I will let Qifeng give up his position unconditionally." Cheng Xiaoyu was full of confidence.
"Hong Jizu is in Weihai." Fan Biaozi agreed with the reason, but he still wanted to test it.
"Haha, if I kill him, I don't have much sense of accomplishment. If he kills me, I can have some fun. Qifeng and my representatives, Niu Fen and Zhu Dachang, will arrive in Weihai from Taiwan tomorrow. Senior Fan, please arrange for someone to pick them up at the airport."
After saying that, Cheng Xiaoyu turned and left.
Fan Biaozi did not send it off. He stood on the board and watched the motorboat take Cheng Xiaoyu ashore, and then watched his two seemingly inconspicuous off-road vehicles leave.
"A very confident man." Fan Biaozi muttered.
"Sir, there was a gun all along, but we couldn't catch it." The men came over and said apologetically. If it weren't for the fact that there was no terrain suitable for sniping nearby, and they blocked all positions that directly faced the yacht deck, they would have stopped this time.
conversation.
"No wonder you are so confident. I have long heard that Prince Yu has many masters under his command. He can be a killer in Qifeng's hands. After a period of time in his hands, he will turn into a cocoon and turn into a butterfly. He has such a charming personality. This guy is not bad.
, can do great things and can make alliances together, but he is too ambitious and cannot get along with him. Tell the people below to prepare to go south." Zhong Hunshi, this is not an ordinary title. One of his decisions will be remembered by hundreds or thousands of people.
People will be directly affected. Fan Biaozi’s decisions are all carefully considered.
"Master, don't you look at it anymore?"
"Don't look at it, he won't let himself become a player like Hong Jizu. One puts himself very high, but in fact he is not at that high level at all. The other does not need to play with himself and is already in that position. This
, that’s the difference between the two people.”
"Sir, I think you seem to be more courteous to Hong Jizu?" a confidant asked one more question.
"Hahaha, you can only treat customers with courtesy. Would you feel at ease cooperating with a customer who requires you to put on a mask? Besides, this customer is opaque and wants to be greedy and possessive. Do you dare to cooperate with him?
"Fan Biaozi smiled.
"I understand, then, do you need to protect Lord Yu?"
"The ones who need protection are not Prince Yu's. Clear the way for them and don't let others disturb them. Daewoo will give me a reason not to be embarrassed to talk to Mr. Hong. This will be his real greeting gift."
At that time, Fan Biaozi was still a clown in the eyes of Hong Jizu, using money to win over a group of has-been young men and uncles Xianshi. Who could stand out among 1.2 billion people, and who was a waste.
When the first gunshot echoed over the Weihai Huanhai Highway, Cheng Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the car, smiled: "A dog can't really change its habit of eating shit."
In the capital, Qifeng laughed; in Nanjing, Hong Taizu cooked the fried rice; in the Golden Triangle, the southwest poisonous general used the knight on the chess board as a rook.
Zhan Daoyan's car rushed to the top of the highway and rushed in front of Cheng Xiaoyu's car. He quickly got out of the car and shot at the people rushing around him and at his own people.
Bang bang bang!!!
Bullets kept hitting Cheng Xiaoyu's car.
"Go back!" Zhan Daoyan roared, but it could not stop Hong Jizu's determination to arrange people. In the distance, a man carrying a rocket launcher had already aimed at Cheng Xiaoyu's car. Everyone knew that Prince Yu's car was bulletproof and could prevent it.
Rocket launcher shells?
Zhan Daoyan's anger burned and he stared at his eyes. He knew that some things were destined to be irreconcilable, and in the days to come, both sides would do whatever they could, leaving no room for maneuver.
puff!
It failed to fire and the man carrying the rocket launcher died.
Immediately afterwards, whoever resisted died. The gunman could not track the sniper's position at all. It seemed that the opponent was not fixed in one place at all, and his marksmanship was able to hit the person who fired the rocket launcher so accurately.
The two big men rushed onto the road. Zhan Daoyan saw the explosives tied to each other's bodies and roared: "Nonsense!"
Cheng Xiaoyu didn't need to take action, Zhan Daoyan killed the two of them. The bloody blade exuded a bright silver light and was full of murderous intent. A bunch of little bastards, now they don't even listen to themselves. They deserve to die.
From the beginning to the end, no one in the two cars got out, watching Zhan Daoyan and Da Tou perform alone in the dark. After returning home, Kuroki set up a performance operation for Da Tou, that is, in an environment where guns are banned in China.
He can still bring his gun to enough places, an inconspicuous but powerful pickup truck, and a taciturn old driver. Wherever Cheng Xiaoyu is, he needs to be within 1,500 meters of the other party.
To be more precise, within the line of sight of the sniper rifle scope.
Killing to stop killing is far more effective than preaching.
Zhan Daoyan stood in front of the car, Hulang lowered the car window a crack, and listened to what he said: "Hong Jizu is the only son of Mr. Hong. He did not explain, but just reminded Prince Yu that he could not do it in the country without fighting to the death, and the result was just
It could be a lose-lose situation."
The car started, leaving behind a sentence floating in the air: "Then, both sides will suffer."
Zhan Daoyan's expression changed, he drove away quickly, stepped on the accelerator and dialed the phone at the same time: "Boss Hong..."
"You don't need to say it, I understand. Cheng Xiaoyu is now Prince Yu, not the young prince. Qifeng will give it to me, but he may not give it to me. I will give Fan Biaozi a fight at all costs to protect my stepfather when he comes back."
Telephone."
Hearing Hong Taizu's steady voice on the phone, Zhan Daoyan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt even more sad. Boss Hong's weakness began to move in a fatal direction. Is blood relationship really that important? So important.
Are many brothers not as important as an only son? Don't you even do the minimum cover-up? Are you not afraid of being disappointed by your brothers, or are you already prepared for everything?
Fan Biaozi took the cell phone handed over by his confidant and said softly: "Here comes the reason."
"How is Mr. Hong's health?"
"Fan Biaozi, stop talking nonsense and help me bring my son back. I owe you a favor." Faced with his son's matter, the cold-faced god Hong Taizu from the past came back.
"Hong Taizu, the relationship between us should have been hostile. I should help Cheng Xiaoyu catch your son."
"Interesting, I'm even more interested in meeting this Prince Yu."
"You won't regret it."
"Send my son back. I want to be alive. In the past, your family owed me a life. If it were anyone else, I would suspect that you and Cheng Xiaoyu had planned to repay this life. Tell me, you both
See, is the difference really that big?" Hong Taizu is still relaxed, or in other words, the old god is full of confidence. This is because many years ago, when Fan Biaozi started his business, he owed Hong Taizu a life. To cooperate, yes, or not to cooperate,
Cheng Xiaoyu gave him an excuse and reason to repay.
"I won't mention anything else. It's meaningless and cannot be compared. It's just personal preference. I'll just say one thing. When your son left, he hinted that the basis for my cooperation was to get rid of Cheng Xiaoyu in Weihai. And when Cheng Xiaoyu left, I
It was hinted to him that Hong Jizu was in Weihai, and he said that he was waiting for Hong Jizu to come and kill him." After saying that, Fan Biaozi hung up the phone.
Hong Taizu was sitting in the domineering study room. Here, he had made many decisions related to life and death. At that time, he was full of a sense of accomplishment; now, he is sitting here, his tone on the phone is desolate, but his eyes are...
No joy or sorrow.
The index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his left hand held a Go sunspot, as if he was about to throw it out, but he hesitated and held it firmly in his hand. At this time, Hong Taizu and Zhan Daoyan couldn't believe it when they saw it. This was the same man who already wanted to retire.
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