Someone in the room snorted softly and walked out of the shadows.

This man looks to be in his fifties or sixties, and is well-dressed. He is wearing a well-tailored dark shirt, which is low-key and luxurious, making him look taller and slimmer. Unfortunately, a middle-aged man’s head is not suitable for over-modification, so he

There is nothing to hide from the persimmon face. The two drooping cheeks squeeze the lips so that they have nowhere to rest, almost shrinking into a small cherry mouth, which looks strangely cartoonish.

Yingtao opened his mouth and let out a breath of strange energy. He said: "You gang of beggars are really good. You just go around begging for food, and you also pick up rags. Now anyone can move to 111. What, you are a decent family?

Yet?"

When the print media "Yanning Weekly" was not closed down, this face appeared on the cover of one issue, introducing Wang Jiusheng, an outstanding local entrepreneur and the boss of the "Futongda" express company. There is no need to be special to be in this magazine.

Excellent, just take the photos and draft the manuscript yourself, and send it to the magazine together with the advertising fee - it is very eye-catching to publish this stuff all day long, so it can be seen that there is a reason for the collapse of Yanning Weekly.

And this legendary leader of the Beidiao Clan, who had always been at odds with the Beggar Clan, was actually hanging out with a Beggar Clan disciple.

The man dressed as a beggar twitched at the corner of his eyes and glanced down at his arm. His sleeve was scratched by a razor blade, and the blade just swept across the skin, leaving a thin layer of oily skin on the skin without bleeding: "Gang Leader Yang is

You are so confused! Also, I asked you to come and see, just use your eyes. Why do you do anything? What should I do if I alert the snake? "

"I'm shocked." Wang Jiusheng lit a cigarette lightly, "This is a little girl."

"They say she has obtained Wei Xiao's true biography!"

"Who is Wei Xiao?" Wang Jiusheng sneered, "An old bastard who hides his head and shows his tail. Isn't the reason why they are so popular among people because they like to hide in the dark and do dirty tricks? Now she is in the open

, we are in the dark, she is the ghost under the lamp, how powerful can she be?"

"Master Wang, you should wipe your butt clean first." The Beggar Clan member sneered, "Your Clan accepts all the good-smelling and smelly ones, but they are registered with the police."

"Hang it," Wang Jiusheng smiled, revealing his big, close-to-the-face white teeth, which were so white that they looked so science fiction that they didn't look like they came from a human mouth. "It was neither me who attacked the police, nor my instructions. The slander

I am a gangster, is there any evidence? In a society governed by law, I will not bully people like this."

"That's not necessarily the case," said the beggar gang member. "Mr. Wang, a big tree attracts the wind. Do you think the only people watching you are the police? Before you do anything in the future, be sure to be careful. Don't beg for food on the road."

"You are a thief if you are too old to die," Wang Jiusheng said vaguely, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth. He turned to face the beggar gang and laughed again. His eyes were full of kindness, but his mouth was still full of laughter.

Gritting his teeth and twisting his facial features, he looked like an animal grinding its teeth and sucking blood, "Didn't I just find your brother? Didn't I say that at this age, the old leader of your gang, Yang Qing, should spend his old age, find him something

Let's get it done, don't let him stare at me all the time."

"Don't worry, it's going to be soon. Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your help in times of need." The person from the Beggar Clan said, "It's just that the woman... won't have any problems, right?"

"What problem could there be?" Wang Jiusheng smiled, "She is so desperate that she is about to sell herself with a lot of loan sharks. If someone gives her a way to survive, how dare she do anything?"

"That's good."

"Sigh," Wang Jiusheng waved his hand, "I am the person who is least willing to look for trouble. You know, our business philosophy is 'harmony brings wealth'. The market competition has been so stressful in the past two years, and there are many brothers who need to eat. No.

Easy. I just hope that everyone can do their own thing, live a good life, and don't make trouble for each other... What's the difference between leaving a murderer living next door and having a tiger next to your bed? Do you really sleep well at night?"

He couldn't do it anyway.

Ever since Wang Jiusheng heard that "Wei Xiao" showed up at a small hotel and almost strangled Niu Liang, the driver of the illegal car, he couldn't sleep for a day. He dreamed that there was a three-inch wound on his neck.

Wang Jiusheng threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stretched out his foot and crushed it casually. Without checking whether the fire was out, he patted the beggar's arm and walked away.

The man from the beggar gang turned to watch him get into the car waiting at the intersection. Then he cursed in a low voice, picked up the half cigarette butt from the ground, wiped a few of it with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and quietly melted it into the car.

In the cold wind.

Yu Lanchuan walked into Courtyard No. 110 with a splitting headache. After he came out of the back alley of Nitang, there was a suffocating breath in his chest that could not be blown away by the northwest wind.

He has had a high self-esteem since he was a child, which is a bit close to narcissism. During the Chinese New Year, his mother tried to rush the marriage. As a prelude, the young master turned around and acted like he "doesn't conform to the secular world" and went bankrupt to pay the down payment.

Yu Lanchuan used to think that if he couldn't meet a girl who met the standard, he would be rejected. Anyway, if he refused to give in, he would just do it.

Isn't it nice to be like the great grandfather who was vigorous in his youth, free in his old age, and wandered around the world?

The so-called "meeting the standard" girl must at least be eye-catchingly beautiful, have an academic background comparable to his, have an online business quotient, be good at self-management, have a gentle and amiable temperament, but not be too clingy, and must be able to handle things well.

Mature and moderate... He is conscious of not going too far, because this is what Yu Lanchuan demands of himself, and of course he is not willing to lower the standards for others.

But Gan Qing is completely the antonym of the above criteria.

She has a slovenly appearance, has never finished high school, and has a criminal record. She enjoys cheating and kidnapping every day. She is timid when she needs to take charge, and a knife is faster than the wind when she needs to be calm. No one knows when she will lose control.

He has always been on the verge of breaking the law and committing crimes.

But he didn't expect that the freedom he had earned for thirty years as a house slave would be handed over in less than a year.

...it’s not rare for people!

Mr. Xiao Yu was obedient and obedient, his self-esteem and heart were shattered together, but a clue of a thought tightly wrapped in it emerged——

He thought: How could the first person I seriously liked be like this?

Yu Lanchuan wandered aimlessly for a while, but still couldn't express the depression in his heart, so he followed the crowd into the cinema in a daze, and bought a movie with some tickets left. But maybe it was because of the ban on fireworks this year, so the cinema and

The producers felt pity that the people's ears were too dull, so they produced a New Year's film that was as loud as the air raid on Yanning City. For more than two hours, several actors howled and roared hard on the big screen.

The sound was deafening at 360 degrees.

Yu Lanchuan originally wanted to find a dark place to think about life for a while, but he didn't expect that his brains were turned into a pot of porridge after hearing a donkey's bray. However, the movie theater was full of seats, and he was in the innermost corner, wanting to leave midway.

I had to hold a row of people's popcorn and step on their feet to get out, and had no choice but to endure it all the way through.

This model of health did not drink to drown his sorrows because of a broken relationship, but he also achieved the effect of a hangover by accident.

The first thing Yu Yan said when he met him at the gate of No. 110 Courtyard was: "Hey, Mr. Lan, are you drinking?"

"...Fake wine," Yu Lanchuan said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Uncle Yang." Yu Yan said, "We have been searching for Wang Jiake with all our energy these past two days. Checking the surveillance cameras makes me almost myopic. Uncle Yang said that the Beggar Clan has some clues, so I'm here to ask."

Yu Lanchuan was plagued by personal worries and was too lazy to pay attention to boring gossip. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this and walked forward in a muffled voice.

"You said that this little girl is young, her family only earns an ordinary salary, and she works in school. Logically speaking, there is no environment for comparison. How can she lead such a messy life? I don't know where she is now.

, she is being chased for credit card payments, Huabei borrowings and so on, which is easy to say, at most it will affect her personal credit score. But we made a rough estimate and thought she might have borrowed a loan shark, and now we don’t know whether it is safe or not.

"Yu Yan sighed, "People on the Internet say that she has the courage to expose the dark insides of rich people. Maybe she will be silenced. There are so many rumors that she can't delete them. They block keywords and say that we are trying to hide the truth. It's a lot of pressure.

Ah... Do you think the 'Hang with Scissors Technique' taught by Teacher Mengmeng yesterday will work? How about I secretly ask her to do it?"

Yu Lanchuan felt as if a bunch of flies were flying around his ears, buzzing non-stop. He basically didn't hear a word. Only the four words "Teacher Mengmeng" touched his eardrums, and he replied coldly: "For a while

I will call your superiors when you get back and report your police officer for promoting feudal superstition while working."

Yu Yan sniffed carefully, but did not smell the smell of alcohol: "...Did you just go out and be bitten by a dog?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Go away."

While talking, the two of them arrived in the elevator room. Yu Lanchuan suddenly stopped in his steps when he saw the people waiting for the elevator.

Yu Yan: "Hey, what a coincidence!"

Before Yu Lanchuan could turn around and walk out, Yu Yan slapped Gan Qing on the shoulder: "Teacher Mengmeng, we were talking about you just now!"

This slap hit her shoulder exactly where a brick had hit her. Gan Qing staggered forward a few steps before he could stand still, and his frame was crooked.
Chapter completed!