Tianzihao Xiaobailian

Ask for red tickets, please collect, please click~~Thanks to Shang Qingao and my own way for the reward~ Two chapters with [-] words, is it considered an explosion-. - Today's red ticket is not very awesome~ everyone is awesome.

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Ye Shanghai Hotel is not far from Huamu Club. Although Pudong New Area is the heart of Huating and a sub-provincial municipal area, its area is not vast. There are 24 towns in twelve streets, and Ye Shanghai Hotel is separated by a road from Huamu Club. The distance from the street and the four-star hotel, but located here, the occupancy rate is not much worse than other five-star hotels. The hardware facilities and room service here are not outstanding, but there are many hotels here. One of the facilities it has - the scene room.

**Money and rights are the biggest driving force that can push people forward. In this era, the sense of accomplishment that these three things bring to people has even surpassed the beliefs of human beings themselves.

The so-called scene room is a big room with ingenious layout. There are torture rooms, infirmaries, classrooms, military training grounds, aircraft cabins, company offices and so on. Women, female police officers, female doctors, female nurses, female teachers, female soldiers, stewardesses, young white-collar women, etc., bring ultimate enjoyment to guests in the most authentic environment.

The scene room service of Ye Shanghai Hotel is absolutely second to none in Pudong New District, and can satisfy everyone's special hobbies for women of different professions. In addition, there are secret gambling games, gambling money, gambling rooms, gambling on women, and even gambling on a position in an agency , each has its own unique place.

The most important thing is that behind this series of shady things, there is an absolute confidentiality and secrecy system.

Don't read what you shouldn't see, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen, and don't do what you shouldn't do.

The four shoulds are the standard of practice for all employees of Ye Shanghai Hotel.

This is an era when darkness can be traded for light, it is crazy to the point of absurdity.

The Jianghu in Huating, in the era of the godfather Yan, was still in a situation of disputes between heroes. Although Yan Guotao was called the godfather, he could dominate the family and overwhelm everyone, but he didn't have the courage to command the world. In addition, there are still several dark giants, the second master of the Chu family counts as one, Kang Yanbing from Ye Shanghai counts as one, Yang Dadi who was separated after Yan Guotao's downfall counts as half, and there are a few who are not weaker than Chu Chengwu at all. Big forces, as well as many small and medium-sized gang forces, so many people maintain the order of Huating's underground society together, break the rules in a small area and create rules at the same time. After so many years, although there is a little friction, it is generally calm.

Someone once joked that if there were no black forces in Huating, there would be at least tens of thousands or even more unemployed vagrants and five-figure unemployed people in society, so Li Donglei, secretary of the municipal party committee, is a rare person with great courage and great wisdom. Senior officials didn't dare to take ruthless actions. Although this was a joke, it also showed the special status that Huating's black forces occupied in Huating.

Late at night and early in the morning.

Under the pale moonlight, the first van lined up in a mighty long queue, rushed straight from Qingpu District to Pudong New District, and finally stopped at the entrance of Ye Shanghai Hotel.

The door of the van at the front opened, and Fang Haoran, who considered himself a good socialist youth and never lost his footing even when stepping into darkness, jumped out of the car, looked at Yan Di and Hu Zi who got out of the car afterwards, and said with a smile: "Hu Zi Walking in the front, you can attract firepower for me and the beautiful Yandi, but you are a scholar who is useless, and our buddies can also play tricks, and the rest, you have to go with the dozens of brothers behind."

Hu Zi smiled honestly, scratched his head and said, "Okay."

Fang Haoran chuckled, put his cheeks on Yan Di's shoulders, and followed behind Huzi. Together with them, there were three students from Class A with the strongest combat effectiveness in the school. The iron hand brought out by Liang Jingyu was impressive. In the column, six people entered the main entrance of the hotel unimpeded.

"Will the gentlemen want to stay?"

When the drowsy lady on duty at the front desk saw someone coming in, she suddenly became more energetic and smiled.

"I'm looking for the chief."

Fang Haoran stood behind Huzi and said something with a smile.

The face of the lady on duty changed instantly, and she said with an unnatural smile: "Sir, I don't understand what you are talking about. May I ask which bureau director you are looking for? Sorry, we don't receive government personnel here today."

"Look for the Gambler."

Fang Haoran laughed and said, took out one of his eyes and put it on, took a deep breath, and said kindly: "Little girl is not allowed to lie. Since we can find this place, we will definitely not come here if we don't understand it. Don't worry, we have no malicious intentions. You see, We are here with our brothers, if we want to force our way, we will just start smashing things, who can talk to you about it?"

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded instantly.

Behind Fang Haoran, dozens of people entered the lobby on the first floor of Ye Shanghai Hotel together, the momentum was astonishing, but they were silent.

The front desk lady's face was pale, she didn't know why this happened, she bit her lip and said, "Who are you?"

Fang Haoran raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful smile: "Our boss said that we are a gangster. Go find the chief here."

The so-called bureau chief does not refer to government staff, but a term that has become popular recently.

The director is a person who gathers all the people to gather in a certain place to form a gambling game. He provides confidentiality and protection for everyone involved in the gambling, and then draws a percentage of the amount of money per unit. Everyone must give the director a certain amount regardless of whether he wins or loses. To use the simplest analogy, if it is calculated as a unit of 1000 yuan, it is called one out of ten.That is to say, those who participate in gambling, if they win 1000 yuan, they will give 1000 yuan to the director, and if they lose [-] yuan, they will also give [-] yuan to the director. The more they play, the more they will give.

The environment in Pudong New District is not suitable for opening large-scale underground casinos, so irregular gambling bureaus and bureau chiefs came into being. Most of them are the bosses of certain formal places, and they set up secret gambling bureaus on their own sites. You can get money by providing only one place, as long as you don't get reported, under normal circumstances, there is no risk.

And the director of Ye Shanghai Hotel, even if he is called the biggest director in the Pudong New Area, it is not an exaggeration to say that he can easily earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a day just by relying on this, and he doesn't have to pay taxes.

The lady at the front desk quickly picked up the phone and called the general manager of the hotel. After the other party connected, she hurriedly said: "Director, ah, no, Mr. Zhao, there are a group of people downstairs who want to see you."

The voice on the phone was very messy, it seemed that there was the sound of playing mahjong, and then a man's rude voice sounded: "Fuck, can you talk? What bureau chief? You little bitches at the front desk owe a fucking man Done? Who wants to see me, panic jb panic."

"He said they were gangsters."

The lady at the front desk said with an aggrieved face, looking at the dozens of people standing motionless in front of her, she wanted to cry, this is not like a gangster, the army is about the same.

"Underworld?"

Mr. Zhao, the so-called bureau chief, was also stunned for a while, and then said impatiently: "Tell him, this is Brother Kang's territory, let them go away."

Fang Haoran snatched the phone from the lady at the front desk, and said with a smile: "Brother Kang is so awesome? Mr. Zhao, you'd better come down and meet, otherwise if there is any misunderstanding, everyone will look bad."

Mr. Zhao's voice fell silent immediately on the phone, without cursing or swearing. After a while, he calmly said, "Give the phone to the front desk."

Fang Haoran was stunned for a moment, and handed the microphone to the front desk lady cooperatively.

"How many are they?"

Mr. Zhao immediately lowered his voice and asked, instead of yelling at the other party and making others hang up the phone, it is better to get some useful information from his own mouth, at least make preparations early, he has always been a very cautious person.

"A few...dozens of people."

The lady at the front desk cried.

Mr. Zhao hung up the phone immediately, stood up from the mahjong table, and said with a gloomy face: "You guys play first, there seems to be a group of troublemakers downstairs, I'll go and have a look."

He walked out of the suite, looked at the security guard standing in the corridor, and beckoned, "Call me everyone, and come down with me."

The security guard froze for a moment, nodded, turned around and began to gather people.

"Wait a moment."

Mr. Zhao called him to stop, and said with a cold and ferocious face: "Everyone will bring the guy, maybe there will be some blood."

"Don't worry, boss, the brothers here have stayed here for so long, and they really don't worry about anyone."

The security guard grinned, took the walkie-talkie, and began to call people.

When Mr. Zhao came to the front lobby with dozens of security guards from the entire hotel, he happened to see a wretched short man with a stature of less than 1.7 meters lying on the front desk with a hippie smile and molesting the pretty lady at the front desk.

Mr. Zhao, whose full name is Zhao Guangde, was burning with rage. He suppressed his anger and scanned the surroundings. He didn't find any familiar faces. He was a little confident in his heart. He preconceived them as punks who had just debuted and walked over. He sneered and said, "You guys are so majestic. Where is the Shanghai Hotel that night? You came here in the middle of the night to see me. Do you have to give me an explanation?"

Fang Haoran, who was having a good time teasing the front desk, turned his head lazily, and said casually: "Prestige? How can it compare to Mr. Zhao, come here, come here, let's talk, let's have a good chat."

Lazy, but in a command tone that a fool could hear, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to this capable general under Kang Yanbing at all.

"Are you the boss?"

Zhao Guangde squinted his eyes, and felt that something was wrong tonight for no reason. They didn't seem to be ordinary hooligans. They just stood there silently and silently, which is not comparable to ordinary forces. The current situation in Huating is deadlocked. They are all waiting for the end of Fang Heng's matter. Could it be that a certain boss in Huating has already started to act in advance after getting news?Then this time, which giant is playing the cards?

"Our boss has no time to talk to you for the time being, but he asked me to bring you a document. If you are interested, you can take a look."

Fang Haoran smiled, took out an envelope from his arms, it was very thin, squeezed it lightly, threw it over, and finally landed in front of Zhao Guangde.

Zhao Guangde's face was uncertain, he hesitated, bent down to pick up the letter and opened it, only to find that there was only a piece of A4 paper in it, he narrowed his eyes slightly, opened the paper, just glanced at it, completely changed up the color.

On a piece of A4 paper, all his crimes from his debut to the present are recorded, murder, arson, rape, theft and drug trafficking, each record is quite clear, when he did it, where he did it, who he did it with, what he did, They are all marked, detailed and brief, and even recorded his tryst with Kang Yanbing's little lover yesterday.

Who the hell has such a huge intelligence network?

If this kind of thing is exposed, the law will sentence him to death, and even Kang Yanbing, who has always had a good relationship with him, will not let him go.

Zhao Guangde's mind was blank, his face was ashen, looking at the young man in front of him, he said weakly, "Who is your boss?"

"There is more than one copy of this document. Our boss said that as long as the document is still in his hands, he is your father."

Fang Haoran said with a smile, took out his cigarette and took a puff, with a relaxed look on his face.

"What do you want?"

Zhao Guangde clenched his fists tightly, enduring the insult, and said in a cold tone.

"If you want a night in Shanghai Hotel, the scene room here is absolutely amazing!"

When the short young man talked about this topic, his eyes lit up immediately, his face was full of excitement, and his eyes were slightly squinted, as if he had begun to obsess over the wonderful situation after he entered the scene room.

"Tonight Shanghai Hotel..."

Zhao Guangde muttered to himself, grabbing the A4 paper, his eyes gradually became colder, he now has an absolute advantage in numbers, and even has a gun in his hand, if this group of people is taken down now, they will be taken as hostages in exchange for the other party's boss With the information in hand, it should be successful, right?

Fight or Compromise?

this is a problem.

Zhao Guangde's face was cloudy and cloudy, changing drastically.

"Brother Fang, Young Master Wang asked me to take a look. Is there anything I need to help with?"

A voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Liang Jingyu, with long fiery red hair, parted from the crowd with a gloomy expression and strode over.

Zhao Guangde's heart twitched, and the moment he saw this red-haired young man, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight.

Loyal dog. Sissy!

The shadow of a famous tree, how many people were killed by this big killer under Yan Guotao's hands in the past, I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know. In the entire underground society of Huating, few people are willing to confront him head-on.

Seeing this person at the same time, Zhao Guangde also instantly understood who was hiding behind his back and playing the first card tonight.

Uncle Chu!

Accident ah accident.

With a numb expression, Zhao Guangde slowly folded the A4 paper and put it in his pocket, and said calmly, "What do you want?"

Fang Haoran nodded to Liang Jingyu, and said with a smile: "Please Mr. Zhao, condescend to walk with us, oh, yes, don't say anything, you know, we have no malicious intentions."

Zhao Guangde nodded expressionlessly.

"take away."

Fang Haoran waved his hand, and two men immediately stood up from the crowd behind him, stood behind Zhao Guangde and signaled him to leave.

"You go back first, it's okay, I'll come as soon as I go."

Zhao Guangde said with a gloomy expression, being pressed by two people behind him, he followed Fang Haoran out of Ye Shanghai Hall.

No murder, no blood.

A small storm in a big storm was quickly resolved.

Fang Haoran walked out of the gate of Ye Shanghai Hotel, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "It's done, it's neat."

Liang Jingyu smiled, and said softly: "Brother Fang, if there is nothing else, let's go first."

Fang Haoran nodded gigglingly, gave Liang Jingyu a cigarette, watched his leaving back, was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, waved his hand and said, "Next stop, continue."

Zhao Guangde watched Fang Haoran lead the people away, followed the other two people, took a taxi, and walked away from the Ye Shanghai Hotel in the opposite direction. He laughed at himself: "I'm afraid I will see many acquaintances tonight, right?"

No one cares.

The two men in charge of escorting him stared straight ahead with no expression on their faces.

Zhao Guangde didn't mind either. He squinted his eyes, looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, leaned on the back chair, and muttered to himself, "Wang Fuxing...good method."