Hong Kong film: The rise of the family, I have a lot of dead men

403: Not ruthless, unsteady, murderous!

Mr. Yan is arrogant and respectful,

Immediately, Yang Axiang's eyes were a little dull,

Of course she refused at first.

It's just that I couldn't hold back Lu Wendong's enthusiasm and charm later,

In addition, she hasn't made any friends since she came to Bangkok.

As for the new tenant, Tang Ren, don't mention it.

Young but with a greasy and wretched face,

It's hard to talk about a piece,

So there is a bit of emptiness in her heart,

I really hope to find a safe harbor to rely on.

She has already overestimated Lu Wendong enough,

But never thought that Lu Wendong's background would be so big,

Even the godfather of Chinatown, Mr. Yan, has to be humbled?

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man,

Lu Wendong is also reasonable,

He hugged Ah Xiang, who was as soft as a snake, into his arms,

"I'm just here for a drink and don't want to worry about anything else."

"learn."

Mr. Yan is very eye-catching,

Cold sweat broke out on his back,

Such a great god would come to his own shop,

He felt that he had to offer incense sticks to Guan Erye when he turned around.

"Axiang, please accompany Mr. Lu well."

Mr. Yan has actually coveted Ah Xiang for a long time.

women often have,

But there are not many beautiful and attractive women,

But he felt that he had to cut off the reverie that shouldn't be there,

He smiled and said,

"Mr. Lu, the curry crab, tom yam soup, and mango sticky rice in the store are good. If you don't mind, try them?"

"Then try it."

Lu Wendong never refuses anyone who comes,

he waved his hand,

"Thanks a lot."

"It should be, it should be."

Mr. Yan nodded and left,

His mother, Sang, who followed closely behind him was frightened: "Mr. Yan, who is he?" "Who is he?"

Mr. Yan walked out of the nightclub and was blown by the wind,

Immediately shuddered,

touch the back,

Depend on,

It was all wet,

"Ali."

Mr. Yan was heartbroken,

He felt it was his fault,

I almost did something wrong because of my beauty,

I also blame myself,

Did not pay attention to the cultivation of night market culture,

"I said earlier that you should read more books, so that you can also be a little civilized when talking to guests."

"Even if you don't read newspapers, should you watch TV these days?"

Mama Sang felt a little ashamed.

She said shyly,

"Mr. Yan, you don't go to bed until early in the morning, and you can't take care of anything when you wake up."

"Hey."

Mr. Yan can't blame Mama Sang either,

After all, it is really hard for people to turn upside down day and night,

He reminded: "What meeting will be held in the gymnasium tomorrow?"

"oops."

Mama-san remembered,

"The Quartet Conference of Emerald Country, Vantaa Country, Siam, and Golden Triangle."

She asked curiously,

"Is that boss the son of some general?"

Mama Sang stuck out her tongue,

"That's really lucky, otherwise it will be the same as Chiang Mai, even the whole bar street will be leveled."

She was talking about a major event that happened not long ago,

A young man was beaten while drinking in a bar.

The beater clamored that he was a big star,

someone behind

But I didn't expect the young master to have a bigger background,

His father is a major general of the Siamese army,

That night an army was dispatched to level the bar,

Temporarily cited as a joke.

This kind of thing is rare in other places,

After all, soldiers are not allowed to engage in politics.

However, it is very common in Southeast Asia.

Whoever controls the barrel of the gun here is the talker.

Mr. Yan said blankly: "He is the current owner of the Golden Triangle."

The blood in Mama Sang's whole body was congealed,

She instantly knew why Mr. Yan was so polite,

Although the underworld is arrogant enough,

But how dare you compare it with the one holding the handle of a gun?

Let's just say the Chief of Bangkok Police Station is ready,

No matter where people go,

Wherever the gangsters have to bow their heads,

But the chief of police did not even dare to raise his head in front of the military.

Mom Sang smiled dryly: "That's a surprise..."

"Okay, you can take care of the rest."

Mr. Yan suddenly envied Ah Xiang,

A beautiful woman is a good life,

If I can get online with Mr. Lu, I will be prosperous.

There's a lot of white powder out there right now.

"Who the hell are you?"

Ah Xiang looked at Lu Wendong curiously,

Mr. Yan covered the sky with one hand in Chinatown,

Even in the whole of Bangkok, it is very delicious,

Only the rich and powerful can make him bow his head,

Is this young man the second generation of officials?

"I'm just a caring person who likes you."

Lu Wendong pulled Ah Xiang up,

"I'm new here, thank you for being a tour guide."

Ah Xiang blushed slightly,

Tour guides in Bangkok are very dishonest.

She groaned and said,

"Mr. Lu, I'm not a showman."

……

"` ‖ People are not ruthless, they cannot stand firmly!"

After thinking about it for a long time, the Eight-faced Buddha finally made up his mind.

Wen Dongjun's behavior in the Golden Triangle is simply perverse,

Such a good place is not used to grow opium,

Do you have to let the mountain people go back to farm?

This is simply against the world.

And he is used to being the king of the mountain, but he is not willing to be an apartment,

Without white powder, you can't raise an army.

At that time, there were only a dozen guns in hand,

Who is willing?

"We can't do this by ourselves."

Eight-faced Buddha at least knows how to measure,

He knew that when this happened,

At that time, the whole world will define it as a terrorist attack,

He's a drug lord,