Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

She lay on his shoulders, the smoke from her mouth blowing against his ears.

"Tommy, old Hassan has been using you all the time. He has reached an agreement with the senior management of the logistics center. After earning the last big vote, he will leave all current businesses and use the money he earns to invest in other s things."

After a silence long enough to freeze the atmosphere, Thomas Gilbert still responded in that seemingly indifferent way:

"I know."

The woman was very puzzled, and became competitive because she didn't get his attention because of her hard work:

"Since you know, why do you still do things for him? Why do you still want to make money for him?"

Thomas Gilbert said nothing.

His silence that did not show any weakness made the sense of mystery in his body even stronger, and his silver-gray eyes became alluring because of such a silence that did not show any weakness. The woman pressed her closer, and the voice in his ear was as low as a whisper:

"The old Hassan told Uncle Li about your shipments in the above areas. He bought one of your brothers, Michael G. Field, and they passed through the pit bulls he gave you before. Dogs send messages."

Thomas Gilbert's pupils contracted slightly, subconsciously restraining himself from clenching his fists.

He succeeded, his body did not respond, and the gaze in his silver-gray eyes remained calm.

Seeing that he didn't react at all, the woman loved him even more in her heart. His silence in the face of extreme danger was like some kind of sweet drink, which made her fall into it and couldn't extricate herself.

At this moment, Thomas Gilbert finally understood why someone came from Uncle Li's side just after he moved the cargo out of the cabin and before he walked out of the pier.

Uncle Li didn't eat his goods, but forced him to dump them into the sea, and he felt humiliated at that moment.

Since the accident at home that year, he hasn't felt this level of shame for many years.

Uncle Li doesn't care whether he makes money or not. Uncle Li only cares about whether the market is controlled by him. As long as the market is still in his hands, the money will be his own sooner or later.

He knew that Uncle Li would intervene and monitor his business, because he was Uncle Li's supplier, and Uncle Li would not let him do business in the mechanical hive with so many goods in his hand.

And Father Hassan...Thomas Gilbert should have thought that there is no permanent rival, only eternal interests. Father Hassan and Uncle Li are deadly enemies, but this does not mean that there will be no cooperation between the two .

From the side, two days ago, Father Hassan was selling electronic waste in Tuodi, Area C-4, which can prove from the side the wonderful relationship between Father Hassan and Uncle Li.

As for why they put aside their previous suspicions to deal with a newcomer like him who has just arrived and doesn't even have a place to stay...

No matter how big the gangsters are, they will argue over a piece of gold. The root cause is that their backgrounds limit their horizons-this is a fact that Thomas Gilbert knew when he was in Yanan City.

Not only that, but the background will also make those gang bosses blinded by some insignificant things and small profits, so that even if they have become big bosses, they still can't get rid of the low-level competition methods of being brave and ruthless.

Thomas Gilbert had seen it all.

In the past, he was still young and had no backer, so he didn't understand these principles, but since the incident happened in his family, he gradually understood some things, and knew some basic rules of the bottom of society. The vision has become long-term enough, no longer stick to everything in the moment.

He turned around and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch her head, but his palm only stayed by her ear for a moment, and then he let it go.

He took out a wooden lark from his lapel, it was a gadget he saw on the way here, and it was also his weapon against women.

She took the lark, blushing to the ears.

He walked around her, went straight to the door, opened the door, walked outside, and closed the door smoothly.

The woman didn't continue talking.

The woman knew his phone number.

They may have a next contact, or they may not. Danger is synonymous with passion, and it is also the sweetness that women like to taste most.

……

Five minutes later, Thomas Gilbert entered the game hall that Father Hassan had given him to take care of.

The thick smoky smell in the air blocks the color-changing RGB light strips on the ceiling. The huge Yin-Yang gossip pattern that is composed of slender light strips and covers the entire ceiling of the game hall can no longer be seen clearly. The bright lights filled the entire game hall with halos of various colors, and the light had a complex scattering effect in the entire game hall, and every guest's face was made bizarre by the complex colors.

Thomas Gilbert didn't know that the ceiling of the game hall he had just renovated was actually made of the worst materials, and the huge Yin-Yang gossip pattern just looked bluffing. The decorator obviously made some mistakes, resulting in The gossip around the Yin-Yang gossip pattern has now become the traditional Chinese characters of Tianshenzhou composed of eight color-changing RGB light bars:
"You hairy, drink lemon tea"

In the game hall, cheers are not often heard, what people can hear is more the sound of the mechanical button control machine hitting the spring, these sounds bring the marbles falling and the trembling of the slot machine, and the blood of the tourists is spurted , as if the next time they pull down the handle, there will be cherries waiting for them-the cherries mean that there will be rewards this time, at least no loss no matter what.

Thomas Gilber specially set up a "universal" symbol for the slot machine in his game hall. This "universal" symbol can match other symbols. In each permutation and combination, as long as there is a "universal" symbol, it corresponds to a reward. ——This is equivalent to more than half of the winning probability of traditional slot machines. The symbols have won a lot of tourists to the game hall, and the competition for the game hall has not yet begun on the island—the pioneers will always get the biggest wave at the beginning Dividends, as is the case in any era.

The arcades were doing well, but Thomas Gilbert didn't stop at the slot machines and pinball areas to appreciate his cash cow.

He came in through the gate, walked straight through the game area, and after greeting a few razor gang guys, he glanced at the bulldog in the corner who was having a party with a girl from nowhere, and then went to the billiard table in the rest area. At the table, he took the club from the young Michael G. Field, then leaned on the table and scored a hole in one.

There were applause one after another around.

Thomas Gilbert put his arm around Michael G. Field's shoulder, looked sideways into his eyes, and rubbed his shoulder twice:

"How is your brother's injury? Did the ointment I gave you help?"

His younger brother's injury was caused by the fighting during the last game hall occupation war.

Wounded for the Razor Party.

There was obvious panic in Michael G. Field's eyes. He restrained some nervousness and didn't dare to look into Thomas Gilbert's eyes. He nodded and said:
"It's fine... he's recovered from the trauma, but the doctor said he hurt a bone in his leg so it's going to take a while to heal."

Thomas Gilbert patted him on the shoulder:

"If you have any difficulties, please tell me at any time. The Razor Party will not treat every brother badly."

Michael G. Field nodded, his complexion did not change:
"I know boss."

After Thomas Gilbert finished speaking, he let go of his shoulders, put the club back in his hand, and motioned for everyone to continue.

Thomas Gilbert returned to his office in the innermost part of the game hall. As soon as he opened the door, a young man who looked six times like him stood up from the sofa and hugged him happily.

With a rare, genuine smile on his face, Thomas Gilbert took the young man's approaching arm and gave him a light punch in the stomach.

The young man was in pain and let out an exaggerated howl.

After the unique pleasantries between the brothers, Thomas Gilbert took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette himself, handed the cigarette case to the young man, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette, and asked while puffing:

"Jack, how are you doing in the mechanical hive?"

A big smile appeared on Jack Gilbert's young and handsome face:

"This place is much more interesting than Birmingham Street! There are endless new games to play, endless girls!"

Thomas Gilbert patted Jack on the shoulder, took a puff of cigarette, and puffed into the halo of light thrown into the window until the smoke cleared before he spoke:
"Little Michael, who followed us to Days Island, will take him to feed the fish tonight."

The smile on Jack Gilbert's face narrowed slightly:
"A business thing?"

Thomas Gilbert nodded, leaned against his desk, and exhaled a puff of smoke:
"He's Papa Hassan's flea."

Jack Gilbert said in a completely fearless tone:

"That Father Hassan, is he really as powerful as you said on the phone?"

Thomas Gilbert pulled the cigarette butt out of his mouth, looked down at the smoke floating up from the cigarette butt and was disturbed by the scattered light, he obviously talked too much in front of his brother:

"There is a big difference between going ashore first and going ashore later. They have already sorted out many things, and the relationship that needs to be taken care of has also been taken care of. We can only play by ear."

Jack Gilbert held his brother's shoulders and said in a low voice:

"Is the relationship in Yanan City useless here?"

Thomas Gilbert looked up at his younger brother's silver-gray pupils that were exactly the same as his, and exhaled a not-so-smooth breath:
"The island chain is the island chain of the empire, not the island chain of Yanan City. The composition of officials who came to the logistics center this time is very complicated. In addition to the ancient nobles of the Northern Federation, there are even some nobles from the imperial capital."

He flexed his neck:
"The relationship we built in Yanan City is not even a chicken here."

Jack Gilbert cursed, and then said:

"We should stop offering that old thing! That's a lot of money!"

Thomas Gilbert patted his brother's shoulder and neck near the jaw:

"That little money is nothing in the island chain, Jack, the island chain is the future of the whole world, and making money here is so simple that it's almost like picking up money.

Do you know how much water flows in this game hall every day?

Even if you don’t count the share that the old Hasan left, the game hall still has 135 pounds a day in revenue-cigarette money, wine money, money for marbles, slot machine rent, video game machine time package fee-just the service In terms of turnover, there are 135 pounds!
And how much can employees' wages and utility bills be?Manpower is the most worthless! "

Jack Gilbert feels parched:

"This is almost the money we can get from doing business in Yanan City for a month..."

Thomas Gilbert sat on the office chair, took out the single-frame glasses from the front pocket of his clothes and stuck them on the eye sockets, and took out several documents from the folder on the office desktop and handed them to Jack Gilbert:

"This is the cashier record of the game hall... This is the transaction record of the Tie Gang's C-17 district hall entrance, you have to write these things down."

Jack Gilbert murmured under his breath:

"This should be my aunt's business..."

Thomas Gilbert looked at his brother seriously:

"My aunt is not here, so I need you to do this, or else marry a trustworthy wife and let her be the accountant of the Razor Party, so you don't need to read these documents."

Jack Gilbert hadn't played enough, and he didn't want to get married so early, so he immediately changed the subject-he stretched out his hands, tearing one after the other:
"Is that how the tie gang pulls people's tongues out?"

Thomas Gilbert did not answer this question directly, but touched on the law:

"According to the latest law revised and promulgated by the logistics center, murdering a citizen of the empire by cruel means will result in a sentence of more than 20 years in prison.

Jack, tell me, if the Tie Gang no longer pulls ties and manages the relationship with the higher-ups, will the cruelty of the past be wiped out? "

Jack Gilbert is obviously not good at thinking about these things, he guessed aimlessly:

"It's probably okay. As long as those people get the money, they can do anything."

Thomas Gilbert picked up the pen from the table, and tapped his brother's forehead in the air:
"Rules are a means, not an end.

When rules are used as a means, as a tool, it depends on how the rules are used...by whom. "

After he finished his two words that were far-fetched, a smile suddenly appeared on his face:
"I don't think Li Shoucheng will end well anyway."

There was no beginning or end to his words, and he didn't say why, which left Jack Gilbert scratching his head.

But Jack Gilbert had long been used to his brother's jumping nerves and secretive words, so he quickly put the confusion caused by his brother's words behind him.

Anyway, no matter what, my brother will consider the interests of him and the entire Razor Party family.

Thomas Gilbert returns to the point in the next sentence:
"First, from today on, don't get your hands dirty. Even if you want to do something, you have to do it with the guys below. You can't be stained with blood no matter what."

Jack Gilbert heard the seriousness in his brother's words, nodded and said:

"understood."