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On the empty artificial grassland, there are many yurts next to each other, which are equivalent to the private rooms of the hotel. It can be said that it is hard to find a bag. Many guests who have not booked a seat are sitting on the ground, waiting for the vacant seat to come out. About ten meters west of the group of yurts, there was a yurt that was slightly larger than usual, and few guests walked back and forth.

An old man sitting in a yurt is holding a matouqin and humming a popular folk song in Inner Mongolia. .

Lifting the curtain of the tent, it was Wei Shitian, the current overlord of Minhang Street, who walked in. He was dressed in Mongolian costume, walked to the old man respectfully, and said softly:

"I lost my heel..." The sound of the matouqin gradually dissipated, and the old man who had closed his eyes slowly opened them, and murmured:

"I know, I have already asked Xiaoshun to go out to meet you..."

"Uncle Biao, so..." Wei Shitian didn't speak any further, but from the tense expression on his face, it's not hard to see his worry.

"I'm an old man, what else is there to be afraid of? Don't worry, Xiaotian, go out to greet him, whoever comes is a guest, and serve that freshly slaughtered lamb, roasted, and today, I will be sought after by you already Brother Hu Zi, what a demeanor you look when you fall to the ground..." After finishing speaking, the old man's old cheeks seemed to be rejuvenated, and he seemed to be full of energy. .

Following closely behind the waiter dressed as a middle-aged man, Zhang Bei and AK looked at the tourists coming and going with a little vigilance. Their laughter and laughter did not resonate with Zhang Bei and AK at all. It has never been like this So the two people who had been passive, besides the slightest vigilance, were more stimulated and questioned. .

Who is it?With such scheming, not only can you see through Zhang Bei's scheming, but you can also put on a grand banquet. The two people who are used to this kind of excitement, you can't see fear on their faces, but more excitement . .

Zhang Bei's question became more intense after Wei Shitian, who was dressed in a Mongolian costume, came forward to greet him. Looking at Wei Shitian's unaffected smile, Zhang Bei stepped forward and hugged him tightly without pretense. The other side's shoulder, then 'haha' said with a smile:

"Brother, which song are you singing?" Hearing Zhang Bei's still bold voice, Wei Shitian, who was resting on his shoulders, couldn't help giving a thumbs up secretly. If he behaves like this without pretentiousness, he is either born to be an Oscar, or he is a real man. .

"Brother Huzi, you're joking. I don't have the ability to play against you. Uncle Biao is waiting for you inside." When Zhang Bei heard the word 'Uncle Biao', his whole body stiffened a little. !

In the current port city, many people may not be familiar with, or even know the existence of Uncle Biao, but people of Hu San's generation clearly know what kind of scenery Uncle Biao was back then, with a saber , went to the meeting alone, injured dozens of enemies, and calmly rescued his brother from the opponent. This tough man from Mongolia quickly established a foothold in Hong Kong City with his brains and abilities. Old man, but at that time, Uncle Biao chose to retire. At the banquet where he washed his hands, even the then director of the Hong Kong City Public Security Bureau personally sent people to maintain law and order. Think about what it was like at that time. scenery!

Just when everyone didn't understand why Uncle Biao retired when he was in his prime, whether it was business or prestige, when he was thriving, the crackdown in the mid-90s completely made everyone understand the truth that there was no one in court, equal to death. .

Because of Uncle Biao’s retirement and his knowledgeable donation of some assets to the government for free, he also escaped disaster, but his power is not as good as before, and at that time, the old man and a few old friends established the largest in the country. The current drug lord organization, almost like Uncle Biao who watched the drug lord organization grow day by day, retreated more completely, leaving only a few nightclubs that he could rely on to support his appearance. Until a few years ago, Wei Shi The sudden birth of the sky reminded everyone of this Mongolian man who once dominated Hong Kong City and even northern Jiangsu.

After so many years of development, there has been no drug lord organization that has been able to successfully open up the sales network in the suburbs. A large part of the reason is that Uncle Biao sits here. Abandon this old man who has half a foot in the coffin.But was rejected by the old man!In his words, no one knows how many old men are still hanging behind him. Once he touches him, the drug lord network organized by drug lords in northern Jiangsu and even the entire Jiangsu province will not be paralyzed. It's hard to be as prosperous as it is today. .

Then, both Uncle Biao and the old man maintained a certain tacit understanding in it. The people below you fight back, but as long as they don't get involved in the root, neither of them will come forward. After Kong was born, it became complicated and confusing!Coupled with the real-time creation of heroes, after the old man and other high-level drug lords have withdrawn from Hong Kong City to develop the three eastern provinces, Zhang Bei has leapt into a force that can compete with Hu Sanjun. From the current point of view, this force is He also suppressed the other side.

Uncle Biao’s experience is like a mafia textbook, fascinating. He implicitly expressed to Wei Shitian several times that he wanted to visit Zhang Bei, the awe-inspiring old man, but Wei Shitian politely refused. Zhang Bei would never have imagined that at the most difficult time for Parkson, it was indeed the old man who was "adding insult to injury" and what his purpose was.

Seeing Zhang Bei standing there in a daze, Wei Shitian showed a slight smile, patted his shoulder, and said softly:

"Go in, Uncle Biao is already waiting for you..."

"En." Zhang Bei, who nodded heavily, followed closely beside Wei Shitian, walking in with vigorous steps, while AK, who was behind him, no longer had the usual hip-hop expression, and was always vigilant about his surroundings. From time to time, he met the waiter who greeted him and Zhang Bei, and it was not difficult for them to tell that the other had lived a life of blood. .

Before walking into the yurt with Wei Shitian, Zhang Bei stopped, turned around and said to AK behind him:

"You stay outside..."

"Brother Bei..." AK would usually call Zhang Bei 'Brother Bei' in front of outsiders. Just when AK wanted to continue talking, Zhang Bei's sharp eyes made him hesitate to speak.Slowly standing aside, Wei Shitian, who was standing beside Zhang Bei, said with a smile:

"Thank you Brother Huzi, this brother, I, Wei Shitian, use my personality to guarantee that Brother Huzi will be fine tonight." He lifted the curtain for Zhang Bei with his own hands, and the first thing Zhang Bei saw was a roasted dog. There are two large silver wine bottles placed on the east and west sides of the table, and an old man with white hair and a childlike face sits on the chairman's seat. When he sees Zhang Bei coming in, he has a kind smile on his face. No one would compare this amiable old man with Uncle Biao who dominated Hong Kong City for so many years.

"Uncle Biao..." When Zhang Bei stood respectfully at the door and softly called the other party's name!Uncle Biao, who had been sizing up Zhang Bei, had a brighter smile on his face. He nodded slightly, pointed to the seat opposite him, and replied forcefully:

"Sit down, take it easy..."

Zhang Bei, who was sitting on the ground, did not become uneasy because of the majesty accumulated over the years by the other party. On the contrary, after calling out respectfully, Zhang Bei returned to his usual silent and humble appearance, but his eyes kept meeting the other party's. Looking at each other. .

"Call you a tiger, don't trust me..."

"That's my honor..." Zhang Bei replied with a smile!

"During this period of time, I often heard Serena mentioning you. Until a while ago, when your venues were annexed by Lao Hu one after another, I asked Serena, you said, the Huzi brother you mentioned, and Is there a chance for a comeback? Guess what he said..." Zhang Bei shook his head lightly, Uncle Biao cut off a piece of mutton with a sharp knife and put it in his mouth, then continued:

"He said, you will definitely come back and make a comeback, and you will be able to hit the old Hu without the power to fight back. At that time, I was thinking, what kind of man can make my outstanding godson so respected, since then Since then, I started to pay attention to you. In the following period of time, when Hu San and Qiao Peng shot successively, I also moved, and directly found someone to create a kiln landslide incident. People died, your brother was arrested, and you Is the purpose of coming here today just to know the truth?"

Zhang Bei did not hide his inner doubts, nodded heavily, and then replied:

"Yes, I not only want a true thought, but also an explanation."

"A statement? Once upon a time, I remember the person who dared to speak to me like this can be traced back to ten years ago, but he fell down..."

"Qi Lin and Hu San both said this to me, but what happened? I didn't fail, and I lived a better life than them..." Seeing Uncle Biao's originally kind eyes suddenly become sharp, Zhang Bei, who was sitting opposite, had no intention of backing down. .

"Do you know what the consequences will be when you say this?"

"I don't know, but I know, if my brother is still in prison, I'm not worthy to be his Brother Huzi..."

"Ah? Haha, your brother? Indeed, the guy named Datou, logically speaking, should be your brother, but I say he is not worthy, or he is not, do you believe it?"

Listening to Uncle Biao's words, trying to imply something, Zhang Bei couldn't help frowning. This was the first time his face changed after entering the yurt.

Looking at Uncle Biao holding up the silver wine glass, Zhang Bei picked up the glass in front of him with both hands, and after touching the lower edge, he drank it all in one gulp. Like Uncle Biao, Zhang Bei picked up the sharp knife in front of him and skillfully Zhang Bei, who has never asked why, quietly ate the mutton on the plate. He pretended to be calm, and from time to time he turned his eyes to Uncle Biao who was eating the dish, with a calm expression on his face. Zhang Bei had to admire him. .