Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 289 Just find any reason to fight

Yan Qing, an old man in the world, watched as a bunch of hot-blooded "juniors" scrambled to reveal their own secrets.

Smiling.

Even these guys are basically older than him.

But just this kind of magnanimity makes everyone admire him inexplicably.

Perhaps because he was young, he didn't have the kind of cunning old guy who led the crowd to be plotted against.

Wait until everyone has cross-corroborated each other.

Yan Qingcai said: "Of course I will not admit to being your boss. I am an Olympic champion and a successful businessman... But here I will teach you a principle that you can use in your life. You can use it at any time."

All the eighteen bronze men gathered together to listen closely.

Only then did I hear him teach: "Lao Jianghu actually doesn't have any emotions when he goes out. All the joys, anger, sorrows, singing, chanting, and beatings are for a certain clear benefit..."

After a pause, he emphasized: "And it's a very specific benefit. When you don't see specific benefits, the world is very calm. You guys, think back to the world you have experienced, and see if those who can become big bosses all have this characteristic."

He can fight, and his physique is usually good.

But being able to think is an extremely rare threshold.

Yan Qing was the person who best balanced the two in Liangshan.

It's just that all his thoughts revolve around the jade unicorn, which limits his height.

Now there is a sense of unscrupulous freedom and ease: "In the eyes of Lao Jianghu, there is never any motivation, only profit and benefit. Even if he acts angry, crazy and mean, there is only profit driving behind it, remember."

The smarter ones finally came to their senses: "You...were so arrogant to all parties in Liyuan. In fact, that was not your temper at all. It was just for profit?"

Yan Qing nodded with satisfaction: "I'm crazy about not following the routine, and don't care about those long-winded things. Because I have the strength, I also got the benefits in the end. I don't take it seriously as the leader of the Hetang Hall, but this I can at least save hundreds of millions of dollars by buying computer boards, and the cost of breaking the law is not mine, it's just a word from the Jianghu, there are Middle Eastern businessmen collecting stolen goods."

There is always a stupid and reckless person: "Why do we think so much? We just follow you and know that you will not treat our own people badly!"

Yan Qing sneered: "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone. Of course I won't betray you, but what I hope is that you will be big bosses in the future. To be able to live and be proud of the world, you must have a brain and do things based on emotions. Die quickly."

Compared with the bosses who always advocate loyalty, loyalty to the club and dedication to the club, these red sticks who are eager to get to the top and have the courage to rush must be fascinated by this kind of realism chicken soup.

Quite touched.

Yan Qing, who kept saying that she didn't want to be the boss, actually gained their inner support.

The Qingzi also took the lead and said: "Then what should we do now? The whole road is in chaos, and the police are also arrested by various card cases. If we do nothing, we may be forgotten by the edge. "

Yes, on the turbulent road, in the gangs where countless new people want to make their mark every day, if these rising stars and stars of tomorrow cannot take the opportunity to make a name for themselves, they will have no right to speak after the gangs are reshuffled and stabilized. .

Yan Qing smiled slyly: "When I was hanging out with the rock band two days ago, which one of you turned out to be in an entertainment company?"

Everyone quickly introduced a man named Axiang, who can be said to be the most handsome among the eighteen bronze men. He is tall, handsome and sunny, but has an indescribable feminine air: "We don't run a company, we only run artists... Sister-in-law You won’t blame me for helping Big Brother get new stuff, right?”

Song Siyu, who was leaning on Yan Qing, could probably guess the bloody cruelty behind this sentence. As she was also working in a cultural media company, she still believed that Yan Qing would not be so "inhumane".

He forced a smile and said: "Qingyun has a sense of self-discipline. Afang always accompanies him when he goes out of the country. Just ask her."

The others immediately snickered. If the eldest lady of the Qiuyue Society had anything else to say, it was her absolute support for marrying the hen and following the hen.

At this time, we can get a sense of Qiu Wenfang's mentality.

The eldest brother on the road is not fluttering colorful flags. Even her father, who respects her mother so much, is still having fun outside. She can't be unscrupulous and engage in shady activities.

So she didn't take Yan Qing seriously at all when he had other women.

But when did Yan Qing pay attention to women: "What the hell are you doing? I want you to contact me right away and arrange to invite me to a concert."

Only then did the others figure out their intentions: "Are we going back in the name of a concert openly? At least the police won't dare to cause trouble with you?"

Yan Qing nodded: "Yes, we will go back with great fanfare, let everyone know that we are going back, and you will also be invited by me as concert guests, security consultants, and assistants. Anyway, the proceeds from this concert will be shared equally among the nineteen of us. If there is any We will discuss the other interests and divide them up. Whoever makes trouble, whoever is brave, and whoever contributes the most will get the big share, okay?"

What's the point of talking about life with people on the road? It has to be about profit!

The benefits of Chiguoguo are visible and tangible.

Everyone immediately cheered!

Axiang immediately called to arrange the concert formalities. Others in twos and threes either contacted their own people to inquire about preparation information, or began to discuss what to do when they returned.

First of all, the basic principle is that no one should be separated, because they have basically been training together in the past two months.

I'm used to this style of play.

They followed the fighting formation of Dalong and the others, and the more they practiced, the more frightened they became.

They have basically seen blood, so they may not be as good as Dalong and the others in terms of skill and strength.

But I can just understand the ferocity of the fighting here, which is exactly the same as Yan Qing's desperate fighting style in the octagonal cage.     In addition to skill and strength, there is also the bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

This was originally the elite formation style commonly used by Yan Qing and others when they fought against Daliao and counterinsurgency.

It's a bit like the era of cold weapons. Just gather a team of "special forces" to cut hard bones and open a gap against the enemy's large army of soldiers and horses, and a large number of swordsmen and spearmen will follow behind.

Quite effective.

According to the gang fighting cases on the Right Bank and HK in recent years, it is unlikely that there will be thousands of people.

Within the stamina that can be supported, this powerful arrow shooting method is actually no different when dealing with 70 or 80 people than it is with 700 or 800 people.

As long as there are no firearms, you can basically kill them all!

So what they discussed was that I have a brother who has a few guns, so I should bring them over for protection;

I have some bulletproof vests hidden over there. You can find a few more and try to put one on for each of you.

The important thing is not to lose anyone in the fight. If we have a formation, we will be more valuable and less expensive...

That strong fighting spirit began to spread.

They had killed many times and knew how to maintain this kind of mood and state. They also hurried back to the hotel gym to accumulate strength and adjust.

After practicing with professional athletes for two months, they also started to talk about science.

When Song Siyu heard it, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

When she and Yan Qing went to Jiangcheng's nightclub, they had seen this guy leading a team like a gang boss and crushing them.

Perhaps it was the unscrupulousness in the darkness brought by Yan Qing that completely released the mediocrity of a good girl in the family, and she was completely fascinated by Yan Qing's taboo excitement.

The mysterious charlatanism is most fascinating to young ladies from wealthy families.

The white gangs in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are also the best at using this trick to get rid of these young ladies who have been raised in a boudoir and have no sense of worldliness, defrauding them of sex and money.

But Yan Qing was definitely not trying to betray the White Party. Under Gai Qingyun's compliments, he suppressed his expression and went back to the hotel together.

What business is there to be discussed? Let’s wait until we can get back safely after reaping the benefits from this killing trip.

Gai Qingyun still doesn't understand Yan Qing's hard-to-get tactics to control his subordinates, but he probably put the speech recording in the task force, which can be regarded as a secret. We are following the leadership's instructions to arrest people, so we followed these red sticks. Heartfelt.

The big bosses of the task force knew it very well, and they joked to Xiao Gai where did you learn these two-faced and poisonous chicken soup.

These guys who have always been poisoned by the nagging gang culture on the right bank, just like those guys in Beili who shout various doctrines, are dazzled by the colorful colors when they come to Citi Capital.

How can the brainwashing of loyalty be compared to the impact of interests.

Be careful when you go to the right bank, don't go too far...

Gai Qingyun put these conversations on the screen of his glasses, and Yan Qing knew the appropriateness at a glance.

Just when he was about to tease, Song Siyu had already reached out to hold him. The tension, excitement and uncertainty about the future combined to create this frisson effect.

Reach out and hug tightly.

She has a plump figure to begin with. In athlete terms, she has a slightly higher body fat percentage. The current word on the Internet is "slightly fat".

Regardless of the figure and appearance of a professional witch like Qiu Wenfang, she and He Shunzhi have their own characteristics of being fat and thin.

But now they are pressing hard on Yan Qing's arm, and it is very clear.

Yan Qing knocked on her forehead without letting go: "Will A Fang come with you?"

After shaking his head, he applied: "I'll go with you!"

Yan Qing mocked: "What can you do? She still has some connections. I won't take her with me. You will be a burden if you have one more. Why use the excuse of a concert to go there? I will go alone except for them. I don't have anything to worry about." With the burden, you can do whatever you want."

Song Siyu had wishful thinking: "You are reluctant to bear my safety?"

Yan Qing laughed: "Go away! Stop being so sentimental. Even if the business is all yours, you actually know that I don't care about these businesses. It's just that I can live more easily if I have money... If anything happens to me, parents, you Take care of it, it's all yours."

Just hearing this sentence that sounded like an explanation of the aftermath, the master's sister, who was still despised by Yan Qing for calculating interests in everything, finally found herself panicking to death.

Tears came out immediately, and I felt it was unlucky. I raised my hand to wipe them away and shook my head: "No! Without you, none of this means anything to me. I just want you to come back safely!"

For some reason, she didn't ask you if you could stop going like an ordinary woman would.

It seems that it is natural for Yan Qinggui to be an Olympic champion, a super Internet celebrity, and a half-baked popular singer, but he does these unbelievable and dangerous things.

Because she really understood that as long as she experienced the excitement of licking blood from the edge of a knife, she would be like an addict and would be unable to spend the rest of her life boringly day after day.

Just like she fell in love with this poisonous big boy.

So as soon as I got back to the hotel, I told the 18th Bronze Man that we should talk about something. Under the snickering of a bunch of right-bank gangsters who knew what he was doing, he went back to the room to play Greco-Roman wrestling with Yan Qing.

(End of this chapter)