Yu Xiaomei felt that even if she had an iron lung, she would be furious now.

"Give you a chance to speak well." Yu Xiaomei sent a message.

I waited for a long time before I got Wang Lang's reply, "Am I not rhyming right?"

Yu Xiaomei almost smashed her phone. Do you want your rhyme?

I don’t know if Wang Lang really doesn’t understand or pretends not to understand.

"Wang Haonan, don't you understand what I mean?"

Yu Xiaomei asked with anger suppressed her anger.

"Don't pay attention to me, I'm upset." Wang Lang answered the question unfairly, perfectly avoiding the question.

Yu Xiaomei's teeth creaked, "I think you are having fun secretly."

"I have to be hugged the beauty, of course I have to be secretly happy about this kind of thing. How did you know? Did I show it very clearly?" Wang Lang added a squinting expression, looking as cheap as he would be.

Yu Xiaomei's silver teeth were almost broken, and her qi and blood were on her head. She directly sent a message, "Break up friendship!"

After saying that, Wang Lang was put on the blacklist.

When Wang Lang was irritated, he played games to vent his anger, and he felt that he was almost done and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, Yu Xiaomei took Wang Lang's WeChat from the blacklist again. After waiting all morning, she didn't see any news from Wang Lang. The endocrine system was so angry that it was almost disordered.

When I ran out to find Wang Lang, I realized that Wang Lang had left early in the morning.

Wang Lang met Zhang Che when he returned to the hotel. Zhang Che told Wang Lang about the general situation of the street assigned to Wang Lang. He also sent twenty people over and asked Wang Lang to check it out.

Fan Wenlong sent a laptop and a bunch of keys.

There is transaction information in the computer, and the key is the key of the arms warehouse. As for the people assigned to Wang Lang, they are waiting in the warehouse, so that Wang Lang has time to go over and take a look.

The annual meeting has not yet begun, and Wang Lang is so idle that he has nothing to do, so he asked Zhang Che to lead the way. The two of them went to see the specific situation.

The street that Chezhi divided Wang Lang is a serious industry, and the entire street is a shop, hotel and clothing city.

The stores are all from Dongxing Society. Two-thirds of them are operated by Dongxing Society, and the remaining one-third is renting out the stores. They are responsible for collecting rent every year. The annual rent for a store is about 100,000 yuan, and dozens of stores are only millions. The annual income of this street operated by Dongxing Society is about tens of millions. Better yet, it can exceed 100 million yuan.

Under Zhang Che's leadership, everyone on the street met Wang Lang. Many of them were insiders of Dongxing Society. Obviously, they had heard of Wang Haonan, and many people in Dongxing Society now would not have thought that it would be so easy for a person to climb up alone. They could climb to the Marshal of the Quarter 2 in less than a year. Although there was a correct person in front, their status was there.

Wang Lang now has 70 or 80 people under his command. Dongxing Society has so many people under his command. Each second-tier marshal has basically 300 people under his command, and Fan Wenlong has the most personnel, about 500 or 600 people. He is also the main force of Dongxing Society.

In the afternoon, I went to the arms business assigned by Fan Wenlong to take a look. It was a factory in the suburbs. It was an apparel processing factory on the surface, but the warehouse behind it had a unique world, with arms mixed in the clothes.

There are all kinds of them, including long spears, short spears, submachine guns, rifles, mortars, mountain cannons, bullets, grenades, mines, shells, detonators, and even radio stations.

In addition to guns, there are many new guns, mortars and several mountain cannons, which are all things that are of the ages. I may not be able to explode. After reading the code, Wang Lang was happy. They all came from the time of World War II. Who dares to use this thing?

The dozens of people who Fan Wenlong assigned to Wang Lang were also troublesome. After all, it was quite troublesome to get together so many dozens of people.

There are not many normal people, and everyone has some problems, and two of them have broken legs. Wang Lang really laughed. He thought Fan Wenlong was so happy that day, and he was also a der-like pussy when he was together.

In short, it’s still true that the car is straightforward. People give you whatever they want to give you, and they tell you directly on the surface, even if they only give twenty people, the quality is there. Fan Wenlong only has quantity and no matter quality. Just pulling them out to fight can make people beat out all the shit.

When Zhang Che saw these crooked jujubes, he was furious and slapped everyone in the face. "Mom, what kind of thing Fan Wenlong is? If you want to give it, give it to him. If you don't give it to him, is it interesting to play like this? What kind of thing are they all!"

A group of people also knew who Zhang Che was. He was the one who dared to use a gun to point Qian Shuhao. There were no one in the entire Dongxing Society. If he were too impatient, he would have done it. If there was a car that was pressing directly, Dongxing Society would have been overwhelmed.

"Brother Nan, this is clearly Fan Wenlong is cheating you." Zhang Che was still angry and kicked the closest one over.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "I can't care about that much. Just starting out, I will first make the quantity and support the storefront, and then talk about quality later."

Zhang Che cursed, even more angry than Wang Lang.

Wang Lang also likes this guy very much. He is very straight-hearted and looks like he is no one when he was young.

I introduced myself and after the inspection, Wang Lang and Zhang Che left. Since Zhang Che finished eating Wang Lang's hot pot that day, Zhang Che has been eating hot pot every day these days, and he is not tired of eating it.

At noon, I pulled Wang Lang to have hot pot again.

In the afternoon, Wang Lang looked at the arms transactions again and found that they were all empty shells, wearing the skin of buying and selling clothes to do arms transactions.

But from the perspective of trading orders, they are all clothes and there is no arms trade.

In the evening, Zhang Che took me to have a hot pot. Before I even arrived at the hotel, I was intercepted halfway. I was still the woman in black leather riding a big motorcycle. She only had one sentence and only two words when I came up.

“Come up.”

Wang Lang got into the car with a resentful expression on his face.

After arriving at the Du family compound, the woman in black-clad leather took Wang Lang to a place. After arriving at the place, Wang Lang felt his scalp numb.

What else can be found except Tong Yaru's room?

After entering, Tong Yaru sat barefoot by the bed, wearing a pink pajamas, not revealing at all, and even a little loose, covering her delicate figure, but she couldn't cover her charm in her bones. This was not deliberately revealed after all. This woman was born with this charm.

"Nan Nan, you are here." Tong Yaru said happily, looking at the little look that was looking forward to Wang Lang felt a toothache.

"My feet are much better, look at it." Tong Yaru raised her feet happily like a child.

"Have you taken medicine today?" Wang Lang walked over.

"Not yet, I've been waiting for you." Tong Yaru said.

Tong Yaru handed the medicine bottle to Wang Lang and stood up to wait for Wang Lang to apply medicine.

Wang Lang sat next to him, silently chanting Amitabha Buddha in his heart that form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same.

After rubbing his ankles, Wang Lang was about to leave.
Chapter completed!