City Marshal

One hundred dollars was placed in front of Chu Tian and the others as firmly as Mount Tai.

The woman's appearance is very delicate and beautiful, and her demeanor still vaguely has the ability of a strong woman, but if she knows what the status of the two people in front of her is, she may not treat them so indifferently, let alone hold the hundred dollar bill with confidence. It's a pity that she doesn't know, so it's quite natural.

Just when Pal Wumang was about to refuse, Chu Tian snatched the hundred-dollar bill: "One hundred? It's a little less, give me another one, and we will make room for you."

Paer Wumang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled brilliantly. This boy was still as temperamental as before, and he stopped talking and let him deal with it. The beautiful woman was also slightly startled, this was not to give way to Chutian The unexpected accident, but the dissatisfaction with his lion mouth...

"If you don't want to pay more, then I won't give up my seat."

Chu Tian handed back the hundred-dollar bill, as if he was determined to be a beautiful woman, the latter flashed annoyance on his eyebrows, looked back at the expressions of his companions, gritted his teeth and took out another one after receiving the answer. Dollar bill: "Okay! Here you are two hundred dollars! You guys hurry up and go."

She suddenly hated the rascal.

Chu Tian held two hundred dollar bills and examined them against the light, as if identifying the authenticity of the bills. This action made everyone very depressed, and what made her almost vomit blood was that Chu Tian said to Wumang after a long time: "I can't tell the difference." True or false! But this sister is so young and beautiful, she shouldn't be deceiving!"

The beautiful woman clenched her fists slightly: "Money will never be fake! Go!"

"Do you want a tour guide?"

Chu Tian smiled brightly and patted himself on the chest: "I can speak Tibetan! Tashi Dele!"

"Sike!"

The beautiful woman couldn't help squinting her eyes: "No need! I can speak Tibetan myself!"

Xike means get out in Tibetan.

Chu Tian pocketed two hundred dollars, picked up the unfinished spirits, and smiled slightly at Par Wumang: "Brother, let's go! Let's take a walk and drink while watching the night scene of Lhasa!" Then he Then he shouted to the boss: "Boss, this girl will pay for the drink."

When the beautiful woman was furious, Chu Tian had already pulled Par Wumang away.

"You say you are cynical, or are you thinking like a fox?"

Par Wumang bought a hat on the side of the road and put it on his well-known twisted head. Who made him look like a miniature Buddha?After covering half of his head, Wumang walked forward slowly holding the wine bottle: "It's just that you know that the other party has a problem, why don't you take it?"

He had obviously seen Yun Tian passing by when they were leaving, entering the bar openly to monitor this group of weird tourists, Chu Tian knew that he couldn't hide anything from him, so he chuckled lightly: "Don't move for now, There is an old saying in China, which is called putting a long line to catch big fish."

"They didn't come after me, otherwise they would have made trouble just now."

Chu Tian calmly explained his thoughts to his old friend: "But their actions are quite strange, and they paid a lot of money for us to observe the location of the Potala Palace. They must have some ulterior motives, so I want people to watch them. Look at them, after all I am the director of national security."

Par Wumang laughed, and said in a calm voice: "You always think deeper than I do. If it were me, I would definitely take it on the spot and torture you. If you don't tell the truth, you will be killed, and all dangers will be killed. In the cradle! In short, for the sake of stability, I would rather kill by mistake than release by mistake!"

"How do you agree with me?"

Chu Tian took a sip of strong wine to warm his body, and then replied with a helpless expression: "You are one billion followers of the Son of India, killing and setting fire is as easy as eating, not to mention the church, even the Indian government will help you. end, and my reckless behavior will only end up in jail."

Speaking of this, Chu Tian slightly slowed down and sighed: "I am such a grassroots, although I have lived and died dozens of times to get to where I am today, but there must still be many powerful people who look down on me from the bottom of their hearts and poke my back. In their hearts, they will say behind their backs. , look, why is that kid?"

"Why is he a gang leader? Why is he the head of the National Security Bureau?"

"Why are you a celebrity in Zhongnanhai?"

With a look of difficulty on his face, he said: "A country bumpkin deserves to die of poverty and starvation. How can he go to and from high society places? Why should he embrace a beautiful beauty who is fragrant and fragrant? Why should he drive a million-dollar car Living in a mansion worth tens of millions and owning countless industries?"

Chu Tian grinned and poured a big gulp of spirits, squinting his eyes to look at the sinking sunset: "Wumang, my life can't sink and rise like this sun, I'm in the current position, once I make a mistake and fall, it will be difficult for me." There will be countless unwilling dignitaries who want to step on me."

"So I have to climb carefully to the platform where I can no longer fall."

Chu Tian sighed softly. Most of the bystanders only saw his arrogance and arrogance, but seldom saw him walking on thin ice step by step. His seemingly beautiful feet were always just a piece of thin ice that could not withstand beatings. Any external force may push him into the abyss.

Par Wumang listened quietly, and after listening, he shook the wine bottle: "Young commander, I understand your mood!" Then he raised his finger and pointed to the twilight sky: "But with your ingenuity, , Shuai Jun can completely break through the development of the Celestial Dynasty, and the world will be your big stage."

"I understand, but I'm not strong yet."

Holding the wine bottle, Chu Tian opened his arms and breathed the evening wind in the Tibetan area: "And I still have ten years of golden time, so I will follow the rules and vigorously develop, and strive to climb to the platform that will not fall; I am now humbly The living is only valuable for the bones of the brothers."

Par Wumang listened attentively, then patted Chu Tian on the shoulder: "I understand!"

"One day when you are down and out, come to India, and the door of the Pal family will be open for you at any time."

The eyes of the son of India became very sincere: "No reason, just because we are friends."

"Thank you!"

Chu Tian laughed, and then hugged the son of India's shoulder: "Stop talking about this, let's go! Let's go to the Potala Palace."

"Drink a sip of wine, sing a love song, turn the prayer wheel..."

Palmer nodded with a smile.

The Potala Palace, commonly known as the "Second Putuo Mountain", stands on the Red Mountain in the northwest of Lhasa, the capital of Tibet. It was once the ruling center of Tibet's theocracy.

The whole palace has a distinctive Tibetan style. It is built on the mountain and is majestic. The Potala Palace has returned countless treasures. It can be called a palace of art. In [-], the Potala Palace was announced by the State Council of China. It is one of the first batch of national key cultural relics protection units.

In [-], the Potala Palace was listed as a world cultural heritage.

Chutian and Par Wumang were sitting on the square of the Potala Palace, looking at the crowded entrance and exit without moving their feet. They couldn't afford the two hundred ocean tickets each, and they were not worried about being driven away if they couldn't finish their visit in an hour. Come out, but they all have weapons on them.

The Cloth Palace is a place where even nail clippers cannot be brought in, because there are too many gems that can be dug away.

Of course, they can easily come in and out by showing their identities and saying hello, but this will lose the mood of playing, so the two of them sat in the square tacitly, while lazily blowing the night breeze, while watching with great interest. Looking at the scenery, occasionally whispering a few words.

Just when the two of them were about to be intoxicated by the night wind, a phone rang discordantly. Par Wumang took out a cell phone from his pocket, and Chu Tian recognized at a glance that it was the guy at the top of the world. , worth more than 200 million RMB, I can't help but secretly sigh that Xiaopa is really rich.

A sentence of Indian words echoed in Chutian's ears, but he didn't listen carefully.

He didn't need much concern about Par's Wumang, but when the son of India finished making the phone call, he drank the spirits in his glass in one gulp, turned to look at Chutian and said, "Parseus heard that India After the news of Posuo's death, he killed three cronies who reported the situation in a row, and then disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

Chu Tian couldn't help being startled: "What do you mean?"

"He may sneak to Tibet to take revenge."

"Kill you, kill me."

When Par Wumang looked slightly dignified, Chu Tian also poured a big mouthful of wine.

Then he waved his hand: "Fuck him!" One hundred dollars was placed in front of Chu Tian and the others as firmly as a mountain.

The woman's appearance is very delicate and beautiful, and her demeanor still vaguely has the ability of a strong woman, but if she knows what the status of the two people in front of her is, she may not treat them so indifferently, let alone hold the hundred dollar bill with confidence. It's a pity that she doesn't know, so it's quite natural.

Just when Pal Wumang was about to refuse, Chu Tian snatched the hundred-dollar bill: "One hundred? It's a little less, give me another one, and we will make room for you."

Paer Wumang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled brilliantly. This boy was still as temperamental as before, and he stopped talking and let him deal with it. The beautiful woman was also slightly startled, this was not to give way to Chutian The unexpected accident, but the dissatisfaction with his lion mouth...

"If you don't want to pay more, then I won't give up my seat."

Chu Tian handed back the hundred-dollar bill, as if he was determined to be a beautiful woman, the latter flashed annoyance on his eyebrows, looked back at the expressions of his companions, gritted his teeth and took out another one after receiving the answer. Dollar bill: "Okay! Here you are two hundred dollars! You guys hurry up and go."

She suddenly hated the rascal.

Chu Tian held two hundred dollar bills and examined them against the light, as if identifying the authenticity of the bills. This action made everyone very depressed, and what made her almost vomit blood was that Chu Tian said to Wumang after a long time: "I can't tell the difference." True or false! But this sister is so young and beautiful, she shouldn't be deceiving!"

The beautiful woman clenched her fists slightly: "Money will never be fake! Go!"

"Do you want a tour guide?"

Chu Tian smiled brightly and patted himself on the chest: "I can speak Tibetan! Tashi Dele!"

"Sike!"

The beautiful woman couldn't help squinting her eyes: "No need! I can speak Tibetan myself!"

Xike means get out in Tibetan.

Chu Tian pocketed two hundred dollars, picked up the unfinished spirits, and smiled slightly at Par Wumang: "Brother, let's go! Let's take a walk and drink while watching the night scene of Lhasa!" Then he Then he shouted to the boss: "Boss, this girl will pay for the drink."

When the beautiful woman was furious, Chu Tian had already pulled Par Wumang away.

"You say you are cynical, or are you thinking like a fox?"

Par Wumang bought a hat on the side of the road and put it on his well-known twisted head. Who made him look like a miniature Buddha?After covering half of his head, Wumang walked forward slowly holding the wine bottle: "It's just that you know that the other party has a problem, why don't you take it?"

He had obviously seen Yun Tian passing by when they were leaving, entering the bar openly to monitor this group of weird tourists, Chu Tian knew that he couldn't hide anything from him, so he chuckled lightly: "Don't move for now, There is an old saying in China, which is called putting a long line to catch big fish."

"They didn't come after me, otherwise they would have made trouble just now."

Chu Tian calmly explained his thoughts to his old friend: "But their actions are quite strange, and they paid a lot of money for us to observe the location of the Potala Palace. They must have some ulterior motives, so I want people to watch them. Look at them, after all I am the director of national security."

Par Wumang laughed, and said in a calm voice: "You always think deeper than I do. If it were me, I would definitely take it on the spot and torture you. If you don't tell the truth, you will be killed, and all dangers will be killed. In the cradle! In short, for the sake of stability, I would rather kill by mistake than release by mistake!"

"How do you agree with me?"

Chu Tian took a sip of strong wine to warm his body, and then replied with a helpless expression: "You are one billion followers of the Son of India, killing and setting fire is as easy as eating, not to mention the church, even the Indian government will help you. end, and my reckless behavior will only end up in jail."

Speaking of this, Chu Tian slightly slowed down and sighed: "I am such a grassroots, although I have lived and died dozens of times to get to where I am today, but there must still be many powerful people who look down on me from the bottom of their hearts and poke my back. In their hearts, they will say behind their backs. , look, why is that kid?"

"Why is he a gang leader? Why is he the head of the National Security Bureau?"

"Why are you a celebrity in Zhongnanhai?"

With a look of difficulty on his face, he said: "A country bumpkin deserves to die of poverty and starvation. How can he go to and from high society places? Why should he embrace a beautiful beauty who is fragrant and fragrant? Why should he drive a million-dollar car Living in a mansion worth tens of millions and owning countless industries?"

Chu Tian grinned and poured a big gulp of spirits, squinting his eyes to look at the sinking sunset: "Wumang, my life can't sink and rise like this sun, I'm in the current position, once I make a mistake and fall, it will be difficult for me." There will be countless unwilling dignitaries who want to step on me."

"So I have to climb carefully to the platform where I can no longer fall."

Chu Tian sighed softly. Most of the bystanders only saw his arrogance and arrogance, but seldom saw him walking on thin ice step by step. His seemingly beautiful feet were always just a piece of thin ice that could not withstand beatings. Any external force may push him into the abyss.

Par Wumang listened quietly, and after listening, he shook the wine bottle: "Young commander, I understand your mood!" Then he raised his finger and pointed to the twilight sky: "But with your ingenuity, , Shuai Jun can completely break through the development of the Celestial Dynasty, and the world will be your big stage."

"I understand, but I'm not strong yet."

Holding the wine bottle, Chu Tian opened his arms and breathed the evening wind in the Tibetan area: "And I still have ten years of golden time, so I will follow the rules and vigorously develop, and strive to climb to the platform that will not fall; I am now humbly The living is only valuable for the bones of the brothers."

Par Wumang listened attentively, then patted Chu Tian on the shoulder: "I understand!"

"One day when you are down and out, come to India, and the door of the Pal family will be open for you at any time."

The eyes of the son of India became very sincere: "No reason, just because we are friends."

"Thank you!"

Chu Tian laughed, and then hugged the son of India's shoulder: "Stop talking about this, let's go! Let's go to the Potala Palace."

"Drink a sip of wine, sing a love song, turn the prayer wheel..."

Palmer nodded with a smile.

The Potala Palace, commonly known as the "Second Putuo Mountain", stands on the Red Mountain in the northwest of Lhasa, the capital of Tibet. It was once the ruling center of Tibet's theocracy.

The whole palace has a distinctive Tibetan style. It is built on the mountain and is majestic. The Potala Palace has returned countless treasures. It can be called a palace of art. In [-], the Potala Palace was announced by the State Council of China. It is one of the first batch of national key cultural relics protection units.

In [-], the Potala Palace was listed as a world cultural heritage.

Chutian and Par Wumang were sitting on the square of the Potala Palace, looking at the crowded entrance and exit without moving their feet. They couldn't afford the two hundred ocean tickets each, and they were not worried about being driven away if they couldn't finish their visit in an hour. Come out, but they all have weapons on them.

The Cloth Palace is a place where even nail clippers cannot be brought in, because there are too many gems that can be dug away.

Of course, they can easily come in and out by showing their identities and saying hello, but this will lose the mood of playing, so the two of them sat in the square tacitly, while lazily blowing the night breeze, while watching with great interest. Looking at the scenery, occasionally whispering a few words.

Just when the two of them were about to be intoxicated by the night wind, a phone rang discordantly. Par Wumang took out a cell phone from his pocket, and Chu Tian recognized at a glance that it was the guy at the top of the world. , worth more than 200 million RMB, I can't help but secretly sigh that Xiaopa is really rich.

A sentence of Indian words echoed in Chutian's ears, but he didn't listen carefully.

He didn't need much concern about Par's Wumang, but when the son of India finished making the phone call, he drank the spirits in his glass in one gulp, turned to look at Chutian and said, "Parseus heard that India After the news of Posuo's death, he killed three cronies who reported the situation in a row, and then disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

Chu Tian couldn't help being startled: "What do you mean?"

"He may sneak to Tibet to take revenge."

"Kill you, kill me."

When Par Wumang looked slightly dignified, Chu Tian also poured a big mouthful of wine.

Then he waved his hand: "Fuck him!"