"That was several years ago, and that's when I learned my bartending skills." Hu Pingtao said as he smoked: "Brother Hong, this cigar is very strong and has a much stronger taste than cigarettes."

"Absolutely! This is an authentic cigar from Brazil. It is said that it is Castro's favorite brand."

Hong Zongyuan laughed loudly and raised his hand to gesture to Zheng Qiang, who was sitting on the side. The latter nodded knowingly, opened the password box and took out a thick stack of banknotes.

Hong Zongyuan pushed the banknotes in front of Hu Pingtao and pressed them hard: "Ah Heng, this mission was well done. Take it, this is yours."

His voice was loud, and his movements seemed rough, but in fact he controlled the force precisely. Whether he was holding the money or pushing it, he exuded unquestionable majesty.

Hu Pingtao knew very well that he must laugh at this time.

It must not be a smile, the facial muscles must be distorted to form a flattering smile that one hates so much but must do so.

He leaned forward slightly, carefully observing every detail of Hong Zongyuan's movements, and at the same time scanning the other person's facial expressions, not missing every change.

When his fingers came into contact with the banknotes, Hu Pingtao was sure: Hong Zongyuan was not acting or joking, and he could take the money.

Three stacks of hundred-dollar bills, a total of thirty thousand dollars.

"Thank you, Brother Hong." Hu Pingtao's voice is full of magnetism, melodious and melodious. With a respectful and grateful tone, it sounds comfortable.

Even the most cunning drama master felt that his performance at this moment was impeccable and almost perfect.

Hong Zongyuan was very excited: "Aqiang told me everything about going to Songcheng this time. Well done!"

As he said that, he raised his thumb at Hu Pingtao, and then changed his tone: "For those dishonest guys who cheat and cheat, even chopping off the hands and feet is light, let alone chopping off a few fingers."

Hu Pingtao carefully put the money into his pocket, and the smile on his face became thicker than before: "It's right to do things for Brother Hong. After all, you are my boss. As long as Brother Hong orders you, I will go up to the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Don’t say goodbye.”

Hong Zongyuan said "good" several times and laughed: "From now on, you will follow Aqiang. As long as things are done well, let alone 30,000 yuan, even 300,000 yuan or 3 million yuan will not be a problem."

Looking at Zheng Qiang, who was laughing next to him, and then at Hong Zongyuan, whose hair was combed shiny, Hu Pingtao stood up from the sofa, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and said respectfully: "Brother Hong, I'm going outside. If you have anything to do with me,

Call me."

Hong Zongyuan waved his hand: "Go!"

Watching Hu Pingtao walk out of the room and close the door, Zheng Qiang turned his head and said to Hong Zongyuan: "Brother Hong, A Heng is a good guy and very smart. This time I went to Songcheng, if A Heng hadn't given me the idea

If we lure Ma Guangwei out, I'm afraid this matter won't be finished until today."

Hong Zongyuan put away the smile on his face. He stared at the suitcase containing money placed on the side of the coffee table. He casually said "Huh" and said lightly: "You haven't come back yet. Ma Guangwei called me when you were on the way.

.”

Zheng Qiang suddenly became nervous: "What does he want?"

Hong Zongyuan moved his eyes to Zheng Qiang's face: "He admitted his mistake to me on the phone and said he wanted to continue buying goods from me."

Zheng Qiang was stunned, and then yelled: "This guy is a dog. He won't know the pain unless he is beaten. Damn it, he cheated us of such a huge sum of money, and finally got it back, and now he is crawling on his knees to get rid of Brother Hong."

You are looking for goods here...Does Ma Guangwei still want to be embarrassed?"

Hong Zongyuan put the cigar between his fingers into his mouth, took a big drag, and puffed out the smoke and said, "Actually, I think Ma Guangwei is smarter than you. Face is worthless, and this is the only thing that counts."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and twisted his thumb and index finger back and forth a few times.

Zheng Qiang blinked and asked doubtfully: "Brother Hong, what do you mean..."

He didn't say the rest, nor did he dare to say it.

"Business is hard to do!"

Hong Zongyuan smoked a cigar slowly, and his rough and yellow facial skin revealed the unique bitterness of a middle-aged man: "Drug trafficking is illegal, and no one wants to be watched by the police all day long. Aqiang, you have been following me for many years.

Well, you should know that in fact, I am not a bad person, nor am I cruel. At most, I just want to live a good life. I have money, a house, a wife to care for me when I am sick, and a son to rely on when I am old... Tell me,

Aren’t these demands too much?”

Zheng Qiang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. He felt that the muscles on his face had become stiff, as if concrete had been poured into the foundation and was changing from liquid to solid.

After Hongge Balabala said so much, Zheng Qiang felt that only one sentence was true, that is, he had indeed followed him for many years...

The word "good guy" doesn't fit with Hong Zongyuan at all. When he was young, the country's laws were far less strict and detailed than they are now. Hong Zongyuan relied on his hard fists and dare to fight to make a fortune. Later, he engaged in smuggling and made his first pot of gold.

Only then did he become rich. At that time, he opened a video game arcade, ran an underground casino, and frequently chopped off people's fingers and hands and feet.

If this couldn't be considered ruthless, Zheng Qiang really didn't know how to explain this word.

Of course Hong Zongyuan has a wife. She is the product of his divorce, divorce, divorce, and divorce again. To put it simply, she is the fourth wife. They say that the word "sex" is a knife in the head, but Hong Zongyuan never cares. He

In Zheng Qiang's view, marriage is another version of the tortoise and the hare race: the tortoise's opponent is

A group of rabbits and old tortoises are running around, and there are always different young rabbits running by. He has a very high vision and can always catch the young and beautiful ones... Hong Zongyuan got divorced for the first time and when he married his new wife, he kept saying "This is for

"Love". Two years later, he slapped himself in the face, forced a divorce, and found someone new.

There are many boxers now, and the Internet is full of spokespersons for women’s rights, educating female compatriots step by step to win benefits from men.

This kind of thing is of no use to Hong Zongyuan. Zheng Qiang knew that his successive wives had refused to divorce and were unwilling to sign the divorce agreement or go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities. Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself were the best methods.

It works for other men, but Hong Zongyuan is not an ordinary person. He has a lot of people like Zheng Qiang under his command. If you are disobedient and dare to refuse, I will beat you until you are submissive and voluntarily kneel down to sing.

"conquer".

Go to the Women's Federation, go to the police station, go to the community, go to the judge, and maintain your normal rights and interests... Haha, you are overthinking, this kind of thing does not exist. Hong Zongyuan's wife knows that he is ruthless, and it is indeed satisfying to make a fuss outside.

, the consequences will be very serious. He will either send someone to follow you at night to beat you in a deserted place, or he will cause an accident by "accidental".

Walking on the street, a person carrying a teapot comes towards you. Some people must think that it is unreasonable to carry a teapot filled with boiling water out shopping in broad daylight. But as long as the water is splashed on your face and body, people will be surprised afterwards.

You keep saying: You don’t have eyesight when you walk, so you have to bump into me. You can’t blame me entirely for this. You yourself are at least half responsible... You really can’t argue, not to mention that the other party has dozens of witnesses, so you will never win.

this lawsuit.

No matter how careful you are, there will be times when you go out at night. In a secluded place, a sack is suddenly pulled from behind, you are taken to a place where no one is around, a dilator is forced into your mouth, and you drink a lot of liquor.

, then drag you unconscious to the road, and throw you down while no one is around. The light is dim, and the passing vehicles inexplicably act as the murderer.

Hong Zongyuan raised an AIDS patient. It’s not that he repented and wanted to do charity, but he needed this person’s blood. He always kept this kind of biochemical weapon, and when he felt the need, he would prick his opponent lightly with a needle.

Just for a moment. Anyway, I stabbed someone and ran away. There is no evidence that I did it. What can you do to me?

The most cruel thing is to kill the person directly, hide the body in a car and transport it out of the city, dig a hole in the wild mountains and bury it, and then evaporate from the world.

A person like Hong Zongyuan actually said the words "drug trafficking is illegal"... If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Zheng Qiang would never have believed it.

For a moment, Zheng Qiang felt a cold feeling on his back, and he felt a strong fear of being targeted by a hungry tiger. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his forehead, wiping away the non-existent cold sweat, and finally managed to squeeze out a smile: "Hong

Brother, look at what you said... You are now considered successful and it is a good time to enjoy your blessings, so why are you saying such depressing words?"

He really couldn't understand why Hong Zongyuan said this to him, couldn't find the answer, and didn't know how to reply. He could only search for something nice to say to comfort the other person.

Hong Zongyuan touched his head with sparse hair, leaned back, and said seriously: "Aqiang, tell me, what is the purpose of life?"

Zheng Qiang's already open mouth became rounder and bigger than before.

These words are so philosophical, and coming from the mouth of a guy like Hong Zongyuan who eats people without spitting out their bones, it feels awkward to hear them.

Looking at the dull-looking Zheng Qiang, Hong Zongyuan was very satisfied, smiled, and said sincerely: "You have to pursue something... Master Wang once said: Set a small goal and earn 100 million first. A master is a master, so speak a little.

It’s not false. Yesterday I read the news and found that the house price in the Xicheng District of the imperial capital exceeded 160,000 yuan per square meter. Even if you have 100 million, you can buy a larger house, add decorations, and other miscellaneous things, and the remaining money will not be lost.

It’s not even enough for old age.”

"I am over fifty this year, and will be sixty in a few years. As the old saying goes, seventy years are rare in life. In more than ten years, I will be 70 years old. I have lost all my teeth. I have nothing to do but drink every day.

I can't eat porridge, and I can't eat anything else. What's worse is that I'm not in good health. I poop whatever I eat, and it's all watery. If I do this a few times, I'll only have a layer of skin left."

The corners of Zheng Qiang's eyes twitched.

He has a son who is in junior high school. Zheng Qiang knows more or less the meaning of the phrase "life spans seventy years", but this is the first time he has heard such an alternative explanation like Hong Zongyuan's.

The idea was weird and terrifying, but Zheng Qiang finally understood what Hong Zongyuan said: "Brother Hong, do you mean to make more money?"

Hong Zongyuanlang laughed and said: "I am a person who has lived a hard life. I was often hungry when I was young. You young people don't like to listen to those red songs and old songs. They think they are tacky, but I really like them. If Taizu hadn't beaten me away

If we defeat the reactionaries, the country will not prosper, so even if we have brains

No matter how smart you are, you can't get to where you are today. Taizu has a saying that is very good: if we have more people, the enemy will have fewer enemies. Since we are opening the door to do business, we must follow this principle. There are many people.

Only by doing things well can Guan Guang gain financial resources and money can come from all directions."

Zheng Qiang blinked and asked tentatively: "So, Brother Hong, do you plan to continue supplying to Ma Guangwei?"

Hong Zongyuan moved his cheeks, turned sideways, lowered his head and spit thick phlegm into the trash can next to the sofa, and then sighed: "To be honest, I don't like Ma Guangwei either. In our line of work, the word "faith" is very important.

.Including Lord Jin, why do many people respect Lord Guan? Isn’t it because he traveled thousands of miles alone and had feelings for his elder brother Liu Bei?

There is an end and a beginning! Think about it, Cao Cao spent so much effort to recruit, give money and appoint officials. How did Shoutinghou come? It was when Cao Cao asked the emperor for it. Guan Erye took Liu Bei and two

My wife, who is as beautiful as a flower, lives in a big house in Xuchang, in the front yard and outside the yard. She is respectful and respectful every day, and never crosses the line."

"Hmph, if it were you, the title of 'sister-in-law' would be useless. You would have pushed me down and replaced you."

Zheng Qiang trembled all over and waved his hands in a panic to explain: "Brother Hong, what did you say? It's nothing!"

Hong Zongyuan looked at him with squinting eyes: "Xiaoyu is my woman. That night at the bar, she made a fuss about drinking, but instead of trying to dissuade her, you allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Later, when the man flirted with Ayu, you were still standing.

Watching the fun...if Ah Heng hadn't handled it well, there would have been trouble that day."

As soon as the words came out, Zheng Qiang truly felt that his whole person was shrouded in the depths of fear, and even his breathing was almost stagnant: "Brother Hong...I...I..."

I couldn't say the rest of the words. I tried to explain, but my words were feeble.

Hong Zongyuan turned his face away, not looking at him, and said calmly: "If I really wanted to deal with you, I would have gouged out your eyes, cut off your tongue, and buried it in the mountains to make fertilizer."

Zheng Qiang's eyes widened, he quickly stood up from the sofa, bent his knees, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Hong Zongyuan continued to smoke his cigar with his head down, ignoring him.

After a long time, he slowly said: "I have been reading a book recently, about management. I used to think that doing things must rely on strength, fists and friends. Just like the movie "Young and Dangerous", if there is no Pheasant to help

, Chen Haonan is already finished."

"It's different now than before. People who follow that path have no future, and we are no exception. Aqiang, you have been with me for a long time. You know your own faults best. You are lazy, greedy and lustful. You have almost all the faults.

It’s all taken.”
Chapter completed!