Chapter five hundred and fiftieth chapter Xiong adults
Jia Liu didn't look squarely at the old rich man.
The squinting kind.
You can't blame him for being rude as a brother, he is just angry.
If the old rich man were dead, he would be alive now.
The curse is alive.
This old Manchu bangzi belongs to Yi Ya!
Too bad!
Without him, Jia Liu, you wouldn't be where you are today!
You're a corrupt official who earns hundreds of millions a month. Why are you messing with me?
Do you really think that the Qing Dynasty belongs to your Zhangjia family, and it has nothing to do with Aixinjueluo?
The more Jia Liu thought about it, the angrier he became. He picked up the bowl and sucked the remaining half of the bowl of noodles into his mouth in one go. He stirred it up with his tongue and it all went into his stomach.
Jia Jia is said to be the second best ventriloquist in Beijing, but no one dares to call him the first.
The birthplace of Zhang Jia, the old rich man, was not Jia Liu, the Han soldier who carried the flag with the word "good" in his name, but an authentic Lao Manchu, who was even more Jurchen than Aisin Gioro.
Agui is also a Zhangjia surname, and the old man is probably the same generation as the old rich man, but who knows that the two Zhangjias are incompatible with each other, which is also strange.
On the other hand, the struggle for power requires disowning all relatives.
Therefore, Jia Liu no longer intends to treat Lao Fu as Lao Tiantian.
From now on, when you should call me sister-in-law, you should call me sister-in-law.
You walk on your single-plank bridge, and I walk on my Sunshine Avenue.
Clay figurines also have a three-part nature.
Guiziliu was so arrogant that he did not think he was his brother. The old man's long-suppressed anger could no longer be restrained. However, just when his fists were already gaining momentum, Jia Liu said something to him.
"Fuzhongtang, it's useless for you to beat me up. If you have the ability, go to Portland. Go around the alleys and see if the guard brothers listen to you, Zhang Jia, or me, Jia Jia!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of guard generals headed by Demu, Ruilin, Liu Heyi, Li Mi and others walked out of the alley.
It came just in time, almost as soon as I hung up the phone.
The more than thirty generals guarding the military camp were all wearing pointed helmets and bright armor, and each of them was holding a watermelon knife and a baseball bat. They looked like they were returning from an expedition.
When they arrived at the noodle stall, without any instructions, Qi Zhi knelt down on one knee and shouted: "See the President!"
The formation is huge and powerful.
Jia Liu, however, sat still and only raised his hand: "Why don't you visit Fuzhong Hall?"
When all the generals heard this, they all hurriedly raised their heads and turned slightly sideways to face the old rich man, shouting in unison: "See you, Lord Zhongtang!"
The old rich man felt depressed and panicked. He knew that this was what the Japanese Liu Yao showed him, but he still forced himself to calm down and said in a low voice: "Without courtesy, get up."
"Thank you, Lord Zhongtang!"
All the generals stood up in unison, and then gathered around the noodle stall, their eyes darting back and forth on the old rich man's face.
The old rich man was very stressed. Although his bodyguard was on the side, he obviously would not fall out with him.
"There's no war in the capital, so why bother wearing armor? Just take it off."
This is to dilute the atmosphere of the scene.
Convert possible criminal cases to civil disputes.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to bear it if this kid Guiziliu waved his hand and these guards in bright armor and pointed helmets pounced on him.
But what embarrassed the old rich man was that none of the generals in the guard army listened to his words and removed their armor.
Even if Jia Liu doesn't move, all the generals won't move.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense again.
After a while, Jia Liu suddenly laughed softly, thinking that the old man must have never watched a TV series with the plot of Nian Gengyao disposing of his armor.
It's a pity that he is not Nian Gengyao, and the old rich man is not Zhao Si.
He waved his hands to the generals calmly: "Since Master Zhongtang asked you to remove your armor, then do it."
"嗻!"
When all the generals heard the order, they immediately took off their armor.
The movements were neat and orderly, as if they had been rehearsed in advance.
I could see the old man turning blue and white, his silver teeth almost biting him into pieces and swallowing the blood in his stomach.
"You have nothing to do here, please step aside."
Now is not the time to fall out with the old rich man and settle the general accounts. Jia Liu also doesn’t want to make things worse. He almost tells the old rich man that there are still dragons in Sijiu City at the moment. It’s not you Fulehun who can cover the sky with one hand.
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"嗻!"
All the generals responded with a bang, bowed and retreated, then disappeared into the night.
No one glanced at Fuzhong Hall when they left.
Silence returned to the scene.
Jia Liu said with interest: "What does Fu Zhongtang think of the soldiers I lead?"
The old man couldn't help it anymore. He felt humiliated and asked angrily: "Jia Shikai, you are a minister of the Qing Dynasty. Look how domineering you are now! Do you still have the Qing Dynasty in your eyes? The guard camp is a soldier of the imperial court.
, I'm not a soldier of your Jia family, so if you act like this, you won't be afraid of the sword and ax in the future!"
"Master Zhongtang is getting impatient now? It is said that the prime minister can support a boat. Master Zhongtang is the leader of the military aircraft, so you won't be so rude, right?"
Jia Liu smiled and changed the topic, "Speaking of which, the one who is arrogant and domineering is Master Zhongtang, right? If Master Zhongtang dies, Master Zhongtang will die first, and it is not Shikai's turn to walk in front of Master Zhongtang."
The old rich man stopped talking.
Thinking of what he had done to Qianlong, he couldn't help but sneer on his face, his aura became much weaker, and he whispered: "Why do you and I, brothers, have to go to this point? We made an agreement at the beginning."
"Master Zhongtang, do you really think I'm a brother?"
Jia Liu snorted slightly, and the rich man asked with a face.
After hesitating for a long time, the old man finally bowed his head.
A little impatience will mess up the big plan. His trusted soldiers and horses are still on the way, so there is no need to force this kid to Liangshan.
Driving people to Baoding after the New Year, how to deal with this kid then is not a matter of imperial edict.
Don't take the risk.
Then he squeezed out a smile and said: "Brother, I made a mistake. You should withdraw your troops quickly. What do you want to do in the future? Brother, I will respond to you. Can it be done?"
Jia Liu stared at the old rich man's face carefully, feeling a little disappointed.
Because he didn't see any sincerity in the old rich man's eyes.
"This is the last time I trust you. Otherwise, you know what kind of person I am, brother. Don't blame me for not recognizing my relatives."
Strong tone and bad attitude.
The old rich man was also a shameless person. He had already surrendered to Guiziliu, but this guy was irritating him so much without giving him any steps. He couldn't think about it for a moment and couldn't help but cursed: "You only have ten thousand troops at most, how can you possibly overthrow me?"
The Qing Dynasty will fail!"
"My small number of soldiers and horses cannot overthrow the country, the country, the country, but it can make you, the master of the central hall, feel uneasy, like a awn on your back. Your food will not be fragrant and your sleep will not be sweet."
Jia Liu grinned: "Don't talk about whether you have something or not. I'm just asking you, do you accept it? If you don't accept it, just leave slowly or not!"
As he spoke, he patted his butt and stood up, instructing Shuan Zhu: "Call the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate. All officials found to be prostitutes today, regardless of rank or rank, will be handed over to the Metropolitan Procuratorate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old rich man stood up and grabbed his sleeve: "I've accepted it, I've accepted it, good brother, good brother, can you do it for me?"
"Are you really convinced?"
"Impressed."
The old rich man gritted his teeth and answered.
The scene when a scholar meets a soldier is probably more reasonable than this scene.
It's like meeting a scoundrel.
"I don't care if you are a real one or a fake one, but I tell you, if you go against me again and cut off my money, I will let you apologize to Agui!"
After giving the ultimatum, Jia Liu didn't want to look at the old rich man's face, let alone what the old boy was thinking. He ordered the team to close up, handed over the aftermath to Shuan Zhu, and went home to sleep.
As soon as I entered the house, my eyes couldn't help but be in a trance.
Who is sitting under the old locust tree?
Dalin?!
"Sir, I have sent Master Xiong and his son to you safely!"
Wu Laoer, who had a cerebral thrombosis while walking, happily hugged a little bear. When he was about to hand Master Xiong over to Mr. Jia, Master Xiong jumped up from the ground under the old locust tree, twisted his fat body and walked towards the door happily.
rushed over.
Then, with an "ouch", Mr. Jia was slammed straight into the door panel by Mr. Xiong. Before he could stand up, Mr. Xiong extended his big palm and rolled back and forth on the ground.