Lu Weiguo is a standard timid businessman, he wants to make money, but he doesn't want to make a big deal, so he sits in the rental house and keeps persuading Xiao Ze. But the two chatted for a long time and didn't reach a consensus, because the latter repeatedly insisted that if you bought it, you have to use it.

After the persuasion failed, Lu Weiguo left the rental house, and always felt that Xiao Ze was too young and too impulsive, and always talked about the theory of revenge and revenge in the rivers and lakes.

But in the next few months, Lu Weiguo completely understood that Shen Tianze had never had any impulses in Wang Yishan's matter, but had a strong purpose! He may avenge Xiao Ji, but it is just convenient, and what Xiao Ze is really interested in may be this milk line full of huge profits!

It's not that the gun can't be sounded, but that it can be useful and valuable!

This is the "way of survival" that the Ninth Brother taught Ozawa!

……

A day later, at the Red F Aoya Ranch, more than a dozen small box trucks driven by a dairy factory in Tong L were ready to return to Tong L after loading barrels of fresh milk. But the convoy had barely traveled twenty kilometers on the road when a silver-gray van stopped sideways on the road.

"Whoa!"

The door was pushed open, and Cao Meng walked down with a cigarette in his mouth, waving his hand to signal the lead car to lower the window.

"Dude, what's the matter, why are you blocking the road with a car?" In the passenger seat of the leading car, a young man shouted.

"Who do you pay for the milk line?" Cao Meng asked succinctly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll just ask, who do you pay for the milk line!" Cao Meng repeated again.

"Wang Yishan, Mr. Wang!" the young man who escorted the car frowned and replied.

"You call the person who handed over the milk line, and they say that the car was robbed in the middle of the road, and someone wants to charge the milk line, you don't know how to solve it!" Cao Meng waved his hand and replied.

The young man in the car was stunned for a long time when he heard this, and then replied with a smile: "Dude, you didn't make trouble, you can still fit a hundred people in this van?

"Step!"

When the words fell, Qiao Shuai carried a handful*, got out of the car and raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Let's the two of us!

When the young man in the car saw the knife, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Come, you come down, I'll tell you how we charge!" Qiao Shuai was about to pull the car door and escort the young man down.

"Smack!"

Cao Meng stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't be scared, your brother Ze won't let you move and run off the line!"

"Hurry up and call!" Qiao Shuai shouted as he pointed to the young man in the car.

"Okay, I'll call!" The young man who escorted the car didn't dare to say anything else, because he was in charge of delivery, and he couldn't afford to provoke the gang of people who grabbed the line, so he took his work mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"We are from the Tongfu and dairy industry, and there are people on the road who want to collect money for the milk line, what do you think?!" The young man in charge of the car asked bluntly.

"Collect money for the milk line? Didn't you tell them, is this Wang Yishan's line?"

"I said, it's not good!"

“…… Oh, I'm Nyima!" After the other party scolded, he gritted his teeth and responded: "You are all there, don't move, I'll go over immediately!"

"Okay!" After the young man in the car nodded, he hung up his mobile phone and shouted at Cao: "It's over!"

Cao Meng made an OK gesture when he heard the sound, and then stepped into the van, and did not close the door, just smoked open.

On the dirt road, more than a dozen boxes of goods were parked in place, none of them turned off, and the driver and porter in the car did not dare to get out of the car, so they sat in the driver's building and prepared to watch the excitement.

……

The people who collect the milk line fee stay near the ranch all the year round, because there may be a truck coming to pull the goods at any time, so someone has to keep an eye on it. And a boss like Wang Yishan, when he has nothing to do, he will not come to the ranch for almost half a month, he only sends someone to take a "profit" every few days. But this kind of thing involving money, he must hand it over to a trustworthy buddy, so there is usually someone to take this group of guys who collect money.

About half an hour after the call from the young man escorting the car went out, a jeep and a van arrived quickly. And the leader of the team in the car is Wang Yishan's hair small, and the others are all horses who collect money.

"Buzz!"

The two cars drove extremely fast, kicking up a lot of dust on the dirt road.

"Brush!"

Cao Meng in the van glanced back not far away, and then patted Er Fat with his hand and said, "Don't text messages, people are coming!"

"Are you coming?" Er Fat was stunned for a moment and asked, "How many cars?"

"Just two!"

"Fuck you, Xinzi, drive the car over!" Er Fat took out a kitchen knife directly from his waist and shouted: "Brothers, if you want to let them get out of the car, then we will be passive!"

"Understood!" After Yang Xin nodded, he quickly caught fire, stepped on the accelerator and caught up with the two cars. And Cao Meng still didn't close the van door at the moment, only holding it with his hand and not running back and forth.

"Squeak, squeak!"

A few seconds later, the two cars of the opposite team stopped on the side of the road in the box truck fleet, and then a young man in the co-pilot shouted directly: "Fuck you, come, I'll see, who wants to grab the line!"

"Weng!"

Just as Wang Yishan was talking, Yang Xin drove the van and stopped in front of the front of their car. Before Fa Xiao could figure out what was going on, he saw four people jumping out of the silver van, three with kitchen knives in their hands and one with a machete in their hands, and surrounded their jeeps with great speed and neat movements.

"Get out of the car, get out of the car quickly!" After Wang Yishan reacted slightly, he immediately shouted into the car.

"Get a fuck B!" Er Fat rushed to the co-pilot's side and slashed with a kitchen knife.

"Whoa!"

The jeep glass shattered instantly, and the car film adhered to a large piece of glass directly on Wang Yishan's small head.

"Poof, poof!"

The second fat didn't give Wang Yishan a chance to fight back with a knife at all, only leaned against the car door, waved a short kitchen knife with his right hand, gritted his teeth and slashed at the other party's head!

Outside the other three doors of the jeep, Cao Meng, Yang Xin, and Qiao Shuai all used their right leg knees to push against the car door to prevent the other party from getting out of the car, and then slashed into the car with a knife in his hand, which was brainless!

Suddenly, the blood in the jeep was soaring, and the whole carload of people didn't even have a chance to pull out the knife, so they could only hold their heads and scream when they were cut by the four people outside!

"Whoa!"

After slashing for less than ten seconds, the people in the van behind rushed down with knives and steel pipes.

"Smack!"

The second fat gritted his teeth, pulled out Wang Yishan's small head with his left, and put the blade of the kitchen knife on his neck and shouted: "Fuck you! Whoever dares to scream, I will chop his head on the door of the trailer!!"