In 1992, there was an old man who drew a circle on the seaside, and then there was now known as the first vanguard of China's economic development, Shenshi.

The Shenzhen market is equal to the Pearl of the Orient in the twenties and thirties.

This is a paradise for countless adventurers, but also a hell for countless poor people, countless people flock here, countless people drive the development of this place, and high-rise buildings rise in their hands, but they may only live in the poorest urban villages.

Shenshi was originally just a small fishing village, but today, it has expanded countless times, and has also encroached on a lot of rural land in the state, merging the countryside into the city, and gradually forming urban villages.

The urban village, which is a combination of urban and rural, is the place where migrant workers gather the most in a city.

It is also the place where the development of the city is most chaotic.

Migrant workers from all over the world, eating here will inevitably have some idle people and some careful people, who want to get something for nothing, and think that they can get ahead with courage and ruthlessness.

It is also close to the Xiangjiang River, the Xiangjiang River in the nineties, it was the wind of the old boy prevailed, this wind blew and blew, and it blew over, among the youth, imitators, innumerable.

Don't be surprised when you see people with dyed colorful hair, bell-bottoms, and swaggering walking on the streets of the deep city, there are not a few here.

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Feng Jianjun personally drove out of Yangcheng, entered Shenzhen from Guancheng, and after turning a few rings in Shenzhen, he took Song Shan and personally entered an urban village.

"Mr. Xiao Song, according to the address, it should be near here!" Feng Jianjun is not only the driver, but also the bodyguard.

Don't look at Feng Jianjun's age, when he was studying, he was brave and ruthless, and he stood up with the bastards in the county, bullying and bullying to make a living, if it wasn't for his Lao Tzu who broke his leg for him and lay in bed for three months, maybe he wouldn't know how to work to make money, so he was a bastard, and then he was put in prison.

His kung fu is good, and he has learned a few hands from the hunters in the village, or he can't beat Song Jiang's guy, but a few big men are still sure to deal with it.

"It seems to be a bit chaotic around here, but let's look for it!"

Song Shan pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "If you can't find it, you have to find it, otherwise you won't be able to explain it to my father!"

In the past, the family was poor, and my father was powerless for the third uncle.

But now, the life in the family is better, and my father often talks about this third uncle, which is a wish, and Song Shan naturally does his best to complete it for him, and does not give him any regrets.

"I can't get in inside, so I can only put the car here!" Feng Jianjun said.

"The car is parked here, let's go in and find it!"

Song Shan opened the car door and got out of the car, today he is wearing a sportswear, but the skeleton is good, and the brand of this sportswear is also a famous brand, even if it doesn't look so arrogant, it also gives many people a feeling of being rich and expensive.

"The car is parked here?" Feng Jianjun glanced around: "It's not safe!"

It's just a regular Jetta.

However, Fengsheng has three cars in the Guangdong office, which is a relatively important asset.

"It's not so arrogant!"

Song Shan once lost the car once, but he is a person who remembers eating and not remembering, he is always the person who came back in the 21st century, 20 years later, the public security in China has been much better, all aspects are good, subconsciously he did not understand the public security situation in this era of Shenzhen, Guancheng, Yangcheng, these Guangdong cities.

"Be careful!"

Feng Jianjun added a lock, which is the lock that locks the steering wheel.

The two of them walked into this dirty and messy urban village, because of the random pulling of power lines, this urban village felt like a slum.

"Mr. Song, it should be here!" they walked to the door of a self-built house, and Feng Jianjun said in a deep voice to the address of the opponent.

"Toot toot!"

Song Shan personally knocked on the door.

"Is it a rent?"

A fat aunt came out of it, with an impatient face, her eyes hadn't left the TV yet, it was estimated that the TV inside was very good, so she had no intention of doing business.

"Auntie, I want to find someone!"

Song Shan Road.

"Pick up people?" The fat aunt couldn't speak Mandarin, but she could understand it, after all, his house was rented to outsiders, and she suddenly became very unhappy: "Let's go, there's no one here!"

"Auntie, help!" Song Shan stepped forward, handed out five old man's heads, and said with a smile: "I just want to find someone!"

"Hey, pretty boy is sensible!"

The fat aunt immediately smiled, took a few old man's heads, and the little hands were dotted one by one, at a glance, the dots were more fun, and she said generously: "Say, you are on the side, I am familiar with this!"

"A few years ago, someone sent a letter from here, look at this address, is it you here!" Song Shan handed over the envelope in his hand, and the address on it was very clear: "His name is Song Jitong!"

"This is my address, renting a house, filling in the address of the degree, but if it was a few years ago, then I don't remember it clearly, I rarely live for a few years, but ......"

The fat aunt used people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and she recalled: "Song Jitong, there is an impression!"

"Is he still here?"

"Leave early!"

"Do you know where to go?"

"I don't know!" the fat aunt shook her head.

"Think again, he's here, does he have any friends?"

"I've never heard of it!"

"Thank you!" Song Shan couldn't think of anything when she saw the fat aunt, there was such a large flow of people here, she could remember the name, which was good.

"Oh, I seem to remember that he has something to do with the first floor of Jinshan Foot Bath named Lin Feng?"

"One floor, one floor?" Song Shan squinted, although he could understand Cantonese, but he didn't know the words used in some places.

"Mr. Xiao Song, the first floor is Sister Feng, the consciousness of a prostitute!"

Feng Jianjun is planning to develop in Guangdong, but he knows more about the customs and language here, which has put a lot of effort into it.

"Auntie, do you have her address?"

"Go to Jinshan, you can find her!" The fat aunt looked at a few old people's heads, and answered Song Shan's question very patiently.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Song Shan smiled and turned to leave.

"Mr. Song, if you look for it like this, you may not be able to find Uncle Song, why don't you find some people to help?" said Feng Jianjun after leaving the self-built house.

"There is no need to bother others about your own private affairs, some things have to be done yourself!"

Song Shan said: "Let's go to the Jinshan foot bath first!"

"Hmm!"

Feng Jianjun nodded.

The two searched for half an hour before they found Jinshan Foot Bath in the north of this urban village, a rental house of only a few dozen square meters with a dilapidated neon sign hanging on it.

At this time, the door was not opened, and the door locks were locked.

"Bang Bang !!"

Feng Jianjun knocked on the door directly, crackling for a long time, there was a woman inside, dressed in very thin clothes, a gap could be seen on her chest, her hair was colorful, she opened the door, and opened her mouth with a special accent: "Boss, it's only morning, look for fun, you wait until the evening to come, what are you anxious about......"

In ninety-nine years, this business was so rampant, this place was already chaotic, and the police wanted to manage it, but they might not be able to manage it.

"I'm looking for someone!" Song Shan's patience was also lost, and his voice became a little cold.

"Who are you looking for?" the woman was a little wary.

"Lin Feng!"

"There is no such person!" the woman gestured as she was about to close the door.

"Click!"

Feng Jian's soldiers were tall and big, and they were directly blocking the door, with a pair of unusually fierce eyes: "Don't be in such a hurry, our boss still has questions for you!"

"What do you want to do?"

The woman was a foreigner, and when she heard Song Shan and them speak Mandarin, she resumed a normal Mandarin, instead of ghost words with a Cantonese accent, and she was a little frightened.

"Answer the question, it's yours!" Song Shan is rich and wealthy, and he can solve problems with money, and he is unwilling to make extraneous branches.