People in the Republic of China: I am taken care of by billions of pigeons

Inside the Knife Society's General Hall.

Zeng Guangyuan has been worried about his son for the past few days, his son is indeed not a thing, but in the end he is biological, so he ignores it, and his heart is very tormented.

"Master, the people from the Laozha patrol house are here, saying that there is something to negotiate with you. "

A man with a turban walked in.

When Zeng Guangyuan heard this, he was slightly stunned, and he couldn't figure out what the old gate patrol house was doing

Could it be about the son?

It didn't take long.

Lao Huang was brought in, and politely hugged his fists:

"Grandpa, I came here today for two things, the first thing is to report to Grandpa Zeng, your son is living very well in our patrol room. "

"What the hell do you want to do?" Zeng Guangyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, suspecting that he was here to threaten and intimidate.

"That's the second thing I'm doing today. "

Since Lao Huang followed Zhang Shaocong, the tone of his speech was much harder than before, and he was more majestic than before:

"My brother Cong said that he wanted to have a banquet for Zengye tonight, saying that there was a business to discuss with Great-grandfather, as for what kind of business, I don't know this, you will naturally know when you go. "

"I don't care what tricks you play, but don't try to bait me with such a shoddy scheme. "

Zeng Guangyuan flicked his sleeves heavily and snorted.

"Great-grandfather is also a person on this road, I don't know how many people look up to your snort to survive, are you so afraid?"

Lao Huang couldn't help but smile a little: "If Brother Cong knew that Zeng Ye was so timid, it is estimated that he would not insist on talking to you about business anymore." "

"Who said I didn't dare to go?".

Zeng Guangyuan was successfully stimulated by his temper: "All of my knives are heroes, let alone going to the meeting, even if it is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, the people of my knives club will not say a word." "

"Okay, tonight at the Dalong Hotel in the French Concession, I will greet Grandpa at the door. "

Lao Huang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and finally used the agitation method to move the person, hugged his fists at the moment, and turned to leave.

"Master, I shouldn't have promised him just now, who knows what kind of conspiracy it is, if it is to trick you into the trap, wouldn't it be the end?"

His men hurried to persuade him.

"He didn't dare to play any conspiracy, and besides, he was talking about my son, which clearly meant that he wanted to threaten me with his son. "

Zeng Guangyuan pondered for a moment and said firmly: "If you really want to lure me into the trap, why do you threaten my son? Aren't you afraid that I will slaughter the person just now?"

"Master, it's better to be careful, let's prepare more people tonight, arrange them at the door of the Dalong Hotel, if he really dares to come to Yin, we will fight them to death." "

The voice was suppressed under his hands.

Zeng Guangyuan nodded immediately: "Okay, help me prepare some brothers who are not afraid of death, if there is really anything, let's fight to the death with him." "

......

In the evening, Dalong Hotel.

Zhang Shaocong booked a table here in advance.

Lao Huang and Liu Bainian stood at the door of the box, scanning the passing crowd to prevent dangerous things.

About half an hour passed.

Zeng Guangyuan came with someone.

There were more than 20 people in total, and he only brought one of his men into the hotel, and the rest were all scattered and hidden at the door of the hotel, waiting for answers.

Seeing someone coming, Lao Huang hurriedly stepped forward to greet him with a smile: "Great-grandfather, Brother Cong is waiting for you above, please come with me." "

"Lead the way ahead. "

Zeng Guangyuan pricked up his nose and snorted.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and Lao Huang walked in with someone: "Brother Cong, the great-grandfather of the Little Knife Club is here." "

Zhang Shaocong stretched out his hand to invite, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Grandpa Zeng's courage is really small, he actually brought more than 20 people, is this afraid that I will plot against you?"

"You, you, how do you know?".

Zeng Guangyuan's eyes widened.

He thinks that he has arranged it very secretly, and no one will think that the more than 20 people at the door have anything to do with him, this Cong brother just sits in the room and knows everything

It is important to know that with the increase in the number of white pigeons, Zhang Shaocong controls the distance of white pigeons to increase synchronously, and each new white pigeon will increase the control range by 100 meters.

Today there are 14 white pigeons.

Together with the initial 1 km range, it is now fully possible to reach a control range of 2.4 km.

When Zeng Guangyuan appeared in the monitoring range, he was already monitored by Zhang Shaocong throughout the whole process, but no one knew.

"Come, let's talk while eating, I believe you will definitely be willing to do this business. "

Zhang Shaocong did not answer the other party's words.

After Zeng Guangyuan sat down, his heart was furious, and he always felt that this Cong brother had something extraordinary, and he couldn't tell what it was.

"Just say something, I'm not in the mood to eat here today. "

Zeng Guangyuan went straight to the point.

"It's very simple, take people to storm our old gate patrol house, I want to see a mess. "

Zhang Shaocong picked up the wine jug and poured Zeng Guangyuan a glass of wine, as if he was talking about an inconsequential matter.

it!

Hearing this, Zeng Guangyuan was stupid at that time.

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