I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 32 Spicy Ginger, Why So Much

late at night.

Zhang Guobin drove Zhu Baoyi back to Mong Kok.

The streets of Mongkok are full of lights and feasting, and the night is as noisy as the day.

The doors of dentists, vegetable markets, and shops were closed, but the lights of bars, nightclubs, baths, and saunas were turned on again.

Miao Shunyi was driving the car.

"Bingo, there's a Crown that's been following you all the time." He glanced at the rearview mirror frequently, driving with one hand, and putting one hand in his gun pocket.

"Park the car at Yinhe Nightclub." Zhang Guobin smiled and said, "Miss Zhu, are you interested in going for a drink?"

How could Zhu Baoyi not understand the situation in front of him?

Rather than inviting her to drink, Mr. Zhang wanted to ensure her safety.

She raised her white sweater with fear on her face, hid her face shyly in the collar, and nodded.

"Squeak." The Mercedes parked at the entrance of Yinhe Nightclub, and the parking boy immediately stood up on the bench, patted the shoulders of the two rotten boys, and rushed forward with the rotten boys: "It's the car of the boss!"

"Boss, good evening." The parking boy opened the car door and led others to bow to welcome him.Zhang Guobin stepped out of the car, turned around and took Zhu Baoyi's hand, leading Ms. Zhu to get off the car.

"Hello, sister-in-law." The younger brothers bowed again, calling out obediently.

Zhu Baoyi didn't know whether it was because of fear, or something, she didn't deny it, and she even got used to it.

Zhang Guobin patted her on the shoulder lightly, grabbed her shoulders at the same time, turned his head and said to Dongguan Miao: "You take care of it, and if you need anything, you can find me."

"Don't worry, Brother Bin." Under the night, Dongguan Miao folded up his shirt and stood in front of the car.

Zhang Guobin held Zhu Baoyi's shoulders, and the two entered the night venue together. Several horse boys separated from the crowd and led the way in front, making room for the boss to enter the venue.

Zhang Guobin took Zhu Baoyi to sit down in a large sofa area in the middle of the nightclub, raised Erlang's legs alone, and raised his hand to take a cigar from Ma Zai.

The leader of the scene took out the lighter, tapped it to pass the fire to the boss, Zhang Guobin tilted his head, took a couple of sips, and the flickering cigar butts were very eye-catching in the field.

A circle of more than twenty horse boys is greeting the boss.

The boss said in advance: "Your name is salt water, right?"

"Boss, it's me." Xianshui put on the suit of the night show manager, took back the lighter, and smiled.

"A glass of whiskey and a glass of mojito." Zhang Guobin explained, just as the wine was served on the table, a young man in a suit passed through the crowd, deliberately found Zhang Guobin's table, walked around behind the sofa, leaned over and listened: "Bin Brother, people caught it."

Zhang Guobin nodded.

"Miss Zhu, you can have a drink or two by yourself first. Don't worry, you are a guest here. No one in Yau Tsim Mong will dare to harass you." He stood up and confessed, "Be careful."

He was smoking a cigar, wearing a black suit, and walked away from the wine table.

Zhu Baoyi curled up at the foot of the couch, looked at his back, held the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, his beautiful throat kept agitating.

Under the leadership of two people, Zhang Guobin passed through the wine tables, bypassed the kitchen, and opened the back door of the nightclub.

"Oh!"

nightclub,

Outside the back door, in an alley.

A young man raised his stick and slammed it hard at someone, knocking the figure over with one blow.

The figure with scars on his face and bruises knocked over a trash can, and the person and the bucket fell to the ground together.

"stop!"

Zhang Guobin stepped out of the shadows, raised his hand and shouted.

"Bingo."

"Bingo."

All the young horses stopped one after another, moved out of the way with their sticks in their hands, bowed and nodded,
Dongguan Miao was leaning against the corner, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and propping one foot against the wall. When he saw Brother Bing coming out, he threw away the cigarette butt, walked up to Bingo and whispered in his ear, "Bingo."

"It's spicy ginger!"

"Oh!"

"Spicy ginger?"

Zhang Guobin showed thought, and suddenly realized.

He looked up and down the embarrassed bald man in front of him, and for a while he couldn't recognize him.

Don't get me wrong, it's not about becoming handsome, it's about being beaten badly, with a bruised nose and a swollen face that can't see clearly.

"Spicy ginger, why did you get mixed up like this?"

"You go to Dao Youhui in the future, isn't it okay? It is said that one person manages Santiao Street, and everyone looks like a dog. Why do you bring a guy to me now?"

He took two steps forward, stood in front of La Jiang, held a cigar between his fingertips, looked down at the other party and asked.

Abin has always had a good temper.

Be a person and do things, pay attention to the scales, and take care of the world.

He is not disgusted with the bad boy who loses his face, does not have a firm stand, and is vacillating. He just remembers what the other party has done.

Hate?

No-brainers are not worthy!
So, he immediately called his brothers to stop,

But Dongguan Miao took out a modified gun from the back of his waist, twirling his fingers, stretched out his hand to Zhang Guobin and said, "Bingge, it was found on this kid."

This is a pistol converted from a starting pistol. The cost is very cheap. It is the most trashy and funniest black gun on the road.

Sure enough, the person who is happy, the guy who uses color.

Zhang Guobin did not go to pick up the gun, and expressed his knowledge with a little bit.
Spicy Jiang turned his head full of fear, rushed forward crying, stretched out his hands and tried to hug Zhang Guobin's thigh, and yelled heartbreakingly: "Brother Bin! Brother Prince!!!"

"Oh!"

Dongguan Miao kicked hard.

Just kicked him back again.

The second trash can fell over.

Spicy Jiang's chest hurts, so he lay on the trash can all over the place, and said pleadingly, "I really... really didn't want to do anything to you..."

"I...I...I just want to ask Brother Bin to arrange a boat to take me out of Xiangjiang."

"Crack, crack, crack." Spicy Jiang crawled over, wept bitterly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "Brother Bin! Help me. There is no one else in Xiangjiang who can help me now!"

"Only you, you are my good big brother!" Everyone in the world knows that Prince Bin values ​​loyalty the most.

"Boom, boom, boom." Spicy Jiang kowtowed vigorously, bleeding from his forehead: "I promise, I promise I will always remember your great kindness, and I will never appear in front of you again!"

But loyalty is not used to break the rules.

Zhang Guobin touched La Jiang's head and sighed: "Why is this, why is this. Today, I really want to help you, but I can't."

"I helped you, what do the brothers at the hall think of me? Because, from the day you met Daoyouhui, you are not our brother, and you have to settle the accounts once with three knives and six holes, and you will not default on each other."

"It's okay if you come to look for me today, but you can bring a guy to look for me today, that's no good." Spicy Jiang came to him, proving that he was in his heart and that his image was loyal enough.

But bringing a guy to him, going too far, is another bill.

Who knows, what will happen if Zhang Guobin brings a few less people around tonight, and Dongguan Miao doesn't find spicy ginger?

OK.

When La Jiang heard Zhang Guobin click on the word "guy", his face became even more terrified. He stepped forward in a panic and wanted to hug his thigh, but was smashed over by the cruel-eyed salt water.

"Ah!"

　The conflict handling in this chapter has been slightly modified. Readers who read it this morning may have to delete the bookshelf and reload it.

　　
　
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