Zeng Gong is generous, Qiao can hang around in Zeng Gong's ranch all day long, drink a lot of wine, eat meat, enjoy food and enjoy life, but when it comes to business, Qiao is notoriously stubborn, he doesn't want to take advantage of Zeng Gong, in his eyes, business is business, friendship is friendship, most Americans are like this.

Zeng Gong had already learned Qiao's stubbornness and stubbornness, and he didn't care, but instead increased some income for Qinglian Ranch before there were no cattle slaughtered, why not do it.

Zeng Gong beckoned many ranchers to go back to the villa area to rest, and asked the cowboys to send Angus beef from Qinglian Ranch, because of Carl's arrival, Zeng Gong specially ordered the cowboys to slaughter a cow for the soldiers of the 163rd Armored Brigade, in order to let them do their best to help guard the ranch, and they ranchers had to sleep back.

The delicacy of the Angus beef quickly conquered the soldiers of the 163rd Armored Brigade, and the tender and juicy veal steak instantly conquered their taste buds, without a trace of fishy smell, with the crispness of the alpine snow water and the fresh aroma, which is the characteristic of the top steak, in a high-end restaurant, such steak can not cost a few hundred dollars, and you have to make a reservation, after all, the top ingredients are pitiful.

"Carl, the steak in this ranch is really ******, ask him to bring another cow tomorrow. A strong man sitting next to Lieutenant Karl bit down on the steak in his hand and muttered vaguely.

"Hunter, don't take me with you if you want to die ******, you'd ****** better restrain your gangster habits for me, otherwise you won't know how to die when the time comes. Carl couldn't help but change when he heard this. He moved to the side and cursed in disgust.

"Carl. What ****** you say, Lao Tzu worked hard to help him guard the ranch. What's wrong with eating his steak. Hunter was scolded by Carl, and his face was a little unbearable, and his usual arrogance was fully revealed.

The team members who were on the mission with Carl on Highway 90 heard this, and looked at Hunter like a fool, didn't you see that when the Chinese rancher was here, Carl was like a grandson, speaking politely, and didn't dare to speak loudly at all?

Karl sighed and didn't pursue Hunter's insulting remarks. Who made himself and his brother good brothers, so he said solemnly: "Hunter, when you come over tomorrow, you'd better be honest with me, do you know who he is, these federal police should be glad that they didn't insist on breaking in, otherwise Zeng alone would have let them sleep peacefully in Qinglian Ranch one by one." ”

"Sleep, Carl, I think you're getting more and more timid, just that Chinese guy. I could have killed him with one arm. Do you need to be so afraid of him?" Hunter scoffed at Carl's claims, there were so many fights in the bar where he watched the show, and no one dared to boast that he could single-handedly take out dozens of cops.

Hunter is actually a gangster in a bar. In addition to participating in the National Guard for 48 weekends and 15 days of intensive training because of his brother, he usually has his own job, which is to watch the show at a bar in Beasling. The National Guard job was his part-time job.

"Am I cowardly? If you had been through the fierce battle with drug traffickers on Route 90 last year, you wouldn't say that. Karl gave him a disdainful look, then said with a slight mockery: "Alone. With two revolvers, more than two dozen people were killed. And those drug traffickers also have heavy weapons such as bazookas and machine guns, Henry, let me ask you, can you do it?"

"I..." Henry was silent, he had read the internal report about what happened on Route 90 last year, and although he had some doubts about the authenticity of the report, his brother told him that it was all true, and he was shocked.

"Why don't you speak, let me tell you that the owner of Qinglian Ranch, Mr. Zeng is fine. Karl saw that Henry was silent, and then said something more.

Henry ate the steak sullenly, no longer shouting that Zeng Gong would continue to contribute Angus cattle tomorrow, he was a little sheep to be slaughtered compared to others, how dare he provoke the majesty of the lion, I just hope that his words did not reach Zeng Gong's ears today.

Karl watched Henry silent, and he was happy to be quiet, not far from Bozeman to Livingston, but all kinds of related procedures made him exhausted, which is why he came so slowly, just thinking that he could sleep after eating the steak.

Banker licked his dry mouth, he only drank a limited amount of water this day, the sharp pain in his shoulder blades made him not have the heart to eat, at this time Carl's fried veal steak was overflowing, causing Banker to feel that he was going to starve to death, the dry bread provided by the ranch, a bottle of mineral water, and the same police around him, Mike They can enjoy the food like fried veal steak, and the Angus black cattle of Qinglian Ranch produces top steak, which is simply a kind of enjoyment, and in the face of the gap, Bank is a little crying without tears.

"Hehe, Superintendent Bank, do you want to eat it?" Mike said with a wicked smile as he watched Bank's swallowing and shook his pan-fried veal steak in front of his eyes with a fork.

"Hmph. Banker snorted coldly, turned his head away, and tried not to smell, not to think, not to even look at the fried veal steak in Mike's hand, and to nibble on some hard bread in his hand, although he is now a prisoner and cannot get dignity, but he still has backbone and dignity, of course, this is just wishful thinking in Bank's heart.

"That Sheriff Mike, can you give me your steak, how about I ask my dad to help you transfer your job to the big city?" Baker looked at the fried veal steak in Mike's hand and couldn't wait to grab it and eat it directly, he had never suffered like this since he was a child, can you eat this bread, Baker could only ask in a low voice.

"Big city?" Mike looked at Baker with interest, not knowing where the young self-confidence came from, and Mike felt that it was just the right time to tease him, pretending to be uncomfortable and shaken.

"That's right, big cities. Baker looked at Mike's hesitant expression, estimated that there was a play, threw the bread in his hand directly, and said excitedly.

"But, can you really get such a privilege, can you just get such an opportunity with this fried veal steak?" Mike looked at the indescribable Baker with a look of incredulity.

"I said I could, I said no, I couldn't. Baker couldn't wait, patting his chest and saying firmly.

"It's a pity I'm not interested. Mike shrugged his shoulders and said slowly. (To be continued.) )