I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 661

"Let's eat fried rice noodles first." Da Shao took the rice noodles from the stall owner, put it in front of his brother, and gave him a pair of chopsticks: "Be low-key."

"I know." You Jianbao smiled, picked up the vermicelli skillfully with chopsticks, and sent it to his mouth, eating with relish.

Brothers from the same family sat around a few folding tables.

Two in the morning.

When the fried noodle stall was busy, migrant workers and stowaways who had just got off work all came to the alley to eat supper. There were dozens of people in front of and behind an alley.

"It's very on time, this rice noodles." He ate the fried buns and praised them again and again.

With vigilant eyes, Da Shao glanced around and lit a cigarette: "This alley has the best business in this shop."

"The boss is a Fuqing man who illegally immigrated to work. He used to open a shop in Fuqing."

"No way?" You Jianbao was very surprised: "The good restaurants in the mainland are not open, so come to Tokyo to set up a stall, and live a life of precarity and no status."

"Picture what? Picture money!"

In the eyes of Yihai brothers, the economic potential of the mainland is several times that of Tokyo, and one-third of Heyihai's income is earned in the mainland.

Da Shao sighed and said: "Never mind him, maybe others have something to hide."

"Right."

Fried Bun nodded.

Wearing a shirt, with his hands in his jeans, Dia entered the alley and shouted, "Fried buns, burn!"

"Diego!"

"Diego."

Fried buns say hello to Da Shao.

A few years ago, in the Tin Hau Street shopping competition, Di Ya single-handedly killed six Xin Ji Zai and became famous among the three.

Both were convinced.

Dia became the talker of this group of cross-sea brothers.

The big head was wearing a white vest, standing behind the stall, holding an iron pot, rolling the rice noodles with a spoon, and a white sweat towel hanging over his shoulders.

The sweat on the back has already soaked through the clothes, his eyes glanced at the sitting Chinese, and he added a spoonful of monosodium glutamate, salt, chili powder,

call!
The fire burst into flames.

Dia sat on the chair, looked up, and patted his fellow doorman on the shoulder.

"Goods to?"

Fried Bun nodded again: "Here we are."

"Row."

"I just went to try a stable. The horses in it are very punctual. I'll invite my brothers to play later." Dia opened a bottle of beer.

"Grumble."

Take a gulp.

Fried Bun laughed and said, "Diego, coming to Tokyo is like a vacation..."

"By taking advantage of Brother Hao's absence, I'll take you guys for a few days."

Dia gave him a blank look: "A large amount of ammunition was shipped for nothing!"

"Relax these days, and you won't have a chance in a few days."

You Jianbao muttered: "Ri Dao controls guns. There are not many ruthless ones on the market, not even a real army."

"It's just a defeated country."

"Brother Hao entrusted someone to bring a large number of guys here. Could it be that he is looking for a piece of land? I want to imitate northern Myanmar! If this is the case, the brothers will have great luck..."

Dia sneered: "Where are so many nonsense, don't ask if you shouldn't ask, don't touch anything except food and drink."

"what?"

Fried Bun patted his head and said jokingly, "I still expect to see the company's nuclear weapons!"

"boss."

"Fried rice noodles."

Datou put a steaming and fragrant hor fun on the table, Diya took a bite, and couldn't help but praise: "Master, the taste is very good."

"thank you boss."

Datou frustrates his hands with a towel, and wipes off the hot sweat on his forehead by the way.

Da Shao took out a cigarette and handed it to him, just as he was about to chat with him, a young man in a T-shirt with a cropped cut and a flustered face was kicked out of the back door of the game hall.

"Oh!"

Fell into the garbage dump in the alley, knocked down two garbage cans, lay on the garbage mountain, raised his hands and swayed forward, hurriedly defending: "I didn't...I didn't...Really not..."

A group of men with sticks, machetes, and cigarettes in their mouths walked out of the game hall slowly, and the eight of them quickly stood in a circle to block the boy in a corner.

The big head quickly threw away the towel, rushed to the front, opened his arms, blocked the short-haired boy from behind, and shouted: "No!"

"Don't do it!"

"Brothers, we are all Chinese, so please talk about it if you have anything to say."

A middle-aged man with dyed purple hair, wearing a suit, and sinister eyes stepped forward, straightened his belt, and said in a disdainful tone: "We belong to the Tainan Gang!"

"Who are you, whoever belongs to you group of Hokkien guys, get out of here!"

A little boy stepped forward to push the big head away, but he didn't push it. The big head was tense, his facial features were covered with sweat, and his eyes showed determination. He turned around and said to the boy, "Azu, how much do you owe them?"

The boy held his chest and cried, "Big Brother, I didn't gamble!"

"I was helping them with the cashier work. They lost [-] yen in the place. They insisted that I did it. I didn't...I didn't have money from the black place..."

Datou let out a sigh of relief, with a calm expression on his face, and dissuaded him: "Brother Jin, [-] yen is not much, and I will pay it back for him. Azu just wants to make a living, so don't force him to die."

Jin Ge opened the belt, pulled the zipper, and laughed wantonly: "What? Play "The True Colors of Heroes" with me! Since you want to play it, let's play it to the end."

"Drink my piss for free."

Azu's eyes were terrified, his eyes were dull, and he repeatedly begged: "No, I don't want to drink urine."

With big hair, he pointed at the person in front and shouted: "Ah Jin, don't deceive others too much, don't think that I don't know why you lied to Azu!"

"You want Azu to cover the bag when the police come!"

"He does things for you, and you still bully him like this..."

Ah Jin laughed: "So what?"

"A pack of homeless wild dogs!"

"Pull him away!"

As soon as the eldest brother gave an order, several younger brothers attacked with punches, the big head bent down, and the uppercut counterattacked, and immediately turned into a Tainan gang thug.

As another thug attacked, he took two steps back without hesitation, caught the right time to strike a knee, and then received a swing punch. The rhythm of the whole person's fighting style was very smooth, and he brought down the two horse boys cleanly. .

Dia, Da Shao, and Fried Bun sat beside them, staring intently, with surprise flashing in their eyes.

I saw Datoipi snatching the iron rod of a beating boy, swept the rest of the beating away a few times, raised the stick, pointed forward, and shouted: "Ah Jin!"

"Don't deceive people too much!"

In this street, the rest of the vendors put down their work and approached. Many of them still held iron spoons and machetes in their hands, vaguely surrounding the Tainan gang into a group.

A Jin raised his pistol and stepped forward to hold the head of the big head, raised his head and shouted condescendingly: "It's amazing to be able to fight! It's amazing to be able to fight?"

Fried Bag reached into his suit, trying to pull out his weapon to save him, but Dia immediately held him down by the shoulder.

"Don't cause trouble!"

Dia shook his head, Fried Bun and the brothers slowly withdrew their hands, with regret flashing in their eyes.

People who are willing to help their brothers stand out and show loyalty are highly respected by the Xiangjiang brothers. The big boss's deeds are enough for them to look up and help them.

However, the company's mission is more important than a moment of loyalty, and it will cause a lot of trouble once the gun is fired.

The big head threw away the iron rod under the threat of the gun, but still said with firm eyes: "Ah Jin, we are all Chinese compatriots, we must unite with each other outside..."

"pound!"

A crash echoed.

It turned out that a Tainan gangster who had fallen to the ground picked up the iron rod and attacked from the side. With one stroke, he knocked his head unconscious to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

Seeing the stall owner in the alley, Xiao Gong felt his heart tremble. Looking at the leader with the gun, he couldn't help but took two steps back.

Ah Jin stepped forward and pointed the water pipe at the boy, sprinkled a strong old soup on the boy's face, and laughed wildly in the night.

Azu squinted his eyes and closed his mouth. Emotions and rationality were constantly clashing. He wanted to resist but was afraid of gunfire. In the end, his heart collapsed completely, and he opened his mouth in the garbage and shouted: "Ah!!!"

A Jin trembled, sneered, looked at him and said: "Wait for your revenge, urinal!"

"Hahaha." He put on his belt, took a few younger brothers back to the game hall, and locked the door as if nothing had happened.

Only then did the vendors in the alley rush forward, and lifted the big head up for inspection: "Brother Big Head, wake up."

"Do you want to take him to the hospital?" Someone asked.

Another person replied: "Sent to the hospital? Will be deported!"

"Send it to Lao Huang's iron shop to have a look."

Azu was covered in a dirty smell in the garbage dump, and slowly got up in a daze. Several people avoided him, and someone even said: "Azu, what's the matter with you!"

"useless!"

"It will hurt everyone!"

Fried Bun stood up from his seat, went to the front of the booth and took out a stack of yen, stuck it on a black star pistol, and put it in the money box of the dining car.

Lifting the box and shaking it, covered Black Star with money, and calmly turned around and shouted: "Boss, pay the bill!"

He was ignored at all.

But Fried Bun didn't take it seriously, said hello to the two brothers, walked out of the alley with a group of horse boys, and left the alley in Passat.

In the arcade, the boss Kang Youqun, wearing a Rolex diamond watch and smoking a cigar, led people to the rest area, stared at Jin Chenyong on the sofa, and taught him a lesson: "Next time, don't draw your gun at every turn. It’s really embarrassing to be defeated.”

Jin Chenyong raised his legs, and said in a disdainful tone: "The big head must have committed crimes in the mainland before, and the stalls in the back alleys continue to be set up, and there will be another Chinese gang in Shinjuku."

"Oh, is it so hanging?" Kang Youqun sneered, seemingly not paying attention, but he took it very seriously in his heart: "Next time they set up a stall behind, they must either pay us protection fees, or drive them all away."

"Try to accept these Fuqing people first, otherwise they will have to be dispersed. Let them stand firm, won't there be more and more people in the future?"

Jin Chen gave a brave cut, shook his hands and said, "It's the same as I thought."

Countries with a single nation are very xenophobic. In addition, the Japanese island has a large number of people, and xenophobia is even more serious. The Chinese have blood feuds with the Yamato people for generations.

There is almost no space for Chinese gangs in the entire Japanese island. Only some immigrants from Taiwan Island during the Japanese occupation era have developed Tainan gangs one after another.

Essentially, they are daily-fashioned Chinese. Apart from speaking Chinese internally, they are no different from Yamato people. The vast majority of Tainan people have ID cards.

in the hotel.

Fried Bag took off his suit, picked up the gun in his backpack again, checked it, turned off the safety, and put it next to the pillow.

Dia asked Ma Zai to release the pistol to the brothers for self-defense first, then went to the bed to lie down, and turned on the TV.

"Where's that gun in front of you?"

Fried buns replied casually: "Give it to our compatriots for self-defense."

Dia sneered: "I don't know if you have good intentions or bad water, but you gave them the gun?"

You Jianbao shrugged his shoulders: "I just can't bear the arrogance of guava guys, and I hope they won't use it!"

"It will definitely be used!" Dia said very firmly.

(End of this chapter)