"All Heavens Unite Business Group? Haha, I've never heard of it. Our big consortiums have taken over all these pieces of land. Tell that evil god to get out of Huadu."
In the conference room, at one end of the circular negotiation table, a middle-aged man with yellow hair wearing a peaked cap smoked a cigar and gave orders with an arrogant look.
"Where did this Fire Cloud Evil God come from? In just a few short months, he actually dared to dominate us?"
"Before, we were a gang of gangsters. They just got lucky."
A blue-eyed man punched the table with a "bang": "No! It's not just shit. Luck. This man also has a bit of business acumen. At least, even the dogs in the Pig Cage Walled City are not willing to do it.
The place where we lived was bought and renovated into today’s Sailing Hotel, which is a clear proof.”
"No matter who he is, in Huadu, the Chinese people have no say, and the sick man of East Asia has no say!"
"However, I heard that this old guy has martial arts, and he can also do some kind of palm technique that falls from the sky."
The middle-aged man with yellow hair wearing a peaked cap smiled faintly and played with a gunpowder gun in his hand: "This is our era. With guns, kung fu and other things, NONONO, no."
At the other end of the circular negotiation table, there were more than 20 Huadu people sitting. They were all Chinese and the owners of more than 20 properties.
At this time, the more than 20 owners were frightened and did not dare to speak.
"Mr. Peter, but... we... we have signed a sales agreement with Mr. Evil God before. Doing this does not comply with what you said... yes, the principle of fair competition in the market economy, right?"
One of the owners finally broke through his fear and bravely spoke out.
"NO, we European and American gentlemen have always followed the laws of market economic development and the principles of fair competition. The total price you sold to the evil god is 300,000. Our four major consortiums will give each of you a piece of land. The one with the highest price will get it.
It’s in line with the laws of market economic development, right?”
The owners are angry but dare not speak out.
The four major consortiums are the United States, Germany, France, and Britain. The man with yellow hair holding a powder gun in his hand is Peter, the representative of the American consortium.
"Okay, if there's no problem, just sign. If it's a second later, I don't know if the gun in my hand will go off, hehe."
The owners were surrounded by a group of thugs and did not dare not sign.
Everyone held their pens tremblingly and looked at the contract with shame, their hearts bleeding.
This is China's land, how can it be easily sold to capitalist moths?
After these guys bought the land, they built opium dens everywhere, harming the health of the Chinese people.
While they are cursing the sick man of East Asia, they are selling cigarettes. While they are plundering the hard-earned money of the Chinese people, they are trampling on the dignity of the Chinese people.
The owners are very unwilling!
“Bang bang bang!”
Suddenly, a deafening burst of gunfire blasted open the door of the negotiation room.
The four major consortiums and a group of thugs were so frightened that they looked towards the door at the same time.
I saw a buck-toothed woman wearing black leather armor, holding a weapon, baring her teeth, and barged in defiantly.
Soon, another man wearing black leather armor and shiny hair, holding a weapon and looking confused, also broke in.
Pete and others were stunned. Someone is coming to destroy the place?
Immediately afterwards, an old man with black hair, wearing a white tank top, beach shorts and plywood slippers, walked in with a click.
"Evil...evil god?" The owners' eyes lit up and they immediately became energetic. They picked up the pen and put it down.
Upon hearing Huoyun Evil God's name, more than a dozen thugs surrounded Huoyun Evil God, Buck Tooth Zhen, and Jiang Bao.
Peter, the representative of the four major consortiums, sneered and stood up.
Fire Cloud Evil God twitched the corner of his mouth, slapped Buck Yazhen on the butt with the left slap, and slapped Jiang Bao on the face with the right slap.
"I have told you many times, don't use violence, don't use force. We are civilized businessmen, why are you disobedient? Do you want Mr. Pitt to always think that we, the people of the All Heavens United Business Group, are still the same as before?
A gang of old hooligans?”
Buck-toothed Zhen stamped her feet, pouting and complaining: "I hate it!"
Jiang Bao, who had just woken up, loaded the weapon with a click, stood up calmly, and looked at Xie Shen: "Xie Shen, let's be honest, you told me to open the door."
Fire Cloud Evil God nodded: "Yes, I said so."
Jiang Bao held an AK-47 and suddenly fired another round of "da da da" at the door: "There are many ways to open the door. Open it with your hands, open it with your feet, open it with your butt, open it with your chest. How come?
Can’t it be opened with bullets?”
Buck Yazhen's eyes lit up and she immediately gave Jiang Bao a thumbs up.
Fire Cloud Evil God propped up his chin and nodded: "I think what you said makes sense."
At this time, Pete smashed the table with the butt of his gun: "Hey, Evil God. You came just in time. The 27 parcels of land you reserved have now been sold to me. Now I'm notifying you to get out of the conference room immediately."
Peter raised his gun and pointed it at Fire Cloud Evil God.
Fire Cloud Evil God smiled.
Buck-toothed Zhen, Jiangbao's face suddenly changed, and she silently chose to stand back.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
No one saw what happened, but before they could blink, the Fire Cloud Evil God had already appeared in front of Peter.
"Wow, is it a gun?"
"Click!"
Peter loaded the gun and held it against the evil god's head.
"No matter how powerful your Kung Fu skills are, you are still not as powerful as bullets. The weapon is in my hand, and you can only be an obedient dog. Do you understand?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so having weapons seems really amazing, right?"
At this time, Jiang Bao came over and shook his head decisively.
"No! No! It's definitely not like this!"
Jiangbao inserted his AK-47 into his crotch, and with quick movements, he snatched the gun from Pete's hand.
Pete was stunned, so fast?
Jiang Bao took Pete's gun and pointed it to Huo Yunxie Shen: "Mr. Huo, look, this gun is just an ordinary Colt M1911 pistol with a caliber of 11.43 and only 7 bullets. The longest range is
It’s only 50 meters. How can it be considered a big deal? How can it be compared with my AK-47 and Sister Zhen’s manual multi-barreled rotary machine gun Gatling?”
Pete and other representatives of the consortium were confused at the time. Why did they feel that the Colt M1911 pistol they were proud of was just a junk weapon in the eyes of sissy men?
"Crack!"
Huo Yun Xie Shen slapped Jiang Bao's cheeks and his cheeks became hot again.
Peter's cheeks tightened when he saw it.
"You are comparing rifles and machine guns to someone who has a pistol. Does this comply with the principle of free and fair competition?"
The Evil God smoothed his hair and looked at Peter kindly: "This is not in line with the development laws of market economy, right?"
Jiangbao stood up tenaciously, wiped away the nosebleed, and analyzed seriously: "I don't think shooting has anything to do with the laws of market economic development."
The Evil God pursed his lips and looked at Peter: "What do you think?"