"Poland Street" is a street that never sleeps, and the flow of people on the street in the early morning is not less, men and women, white and black, old and young, a pair of eyes full of desire are looking for their respective goals.

Choosing to drink coffee here is really too lazy for Fang Yuanshan to run, it's almost 1 o'clock, and he has to go back to sleep later. So I chose the nearest Polish Street.

"Hey, Boss Cheng, I'm asking you something. ”

Cheng Fenghua on the other side had a dark face and wanted not to answer, but when he saw the bright eyes of the kid on the other side staring at him, he felt a chill, and reluctantly: "You ask." ”

Cheng Fenghua doesn't know how long it has been since he has had an equal dialogue with such a "junior", and even made him feel that he was being "coerced". But it's clear that Xiangjiang is his own territory, why do you still have this illusion?

Fang Yuanshan turned his head with his coffee and glanced at the "ghost sister" who walked by from time to time on the street, and wondered: "Hey~ Are these foreign girls controlled by you?"

"Ahem. Cough. Ahem......"

Cheng Fenghua originally thought that he would ask something earth-shattering, but the breath in his throat and eyes almost didn't ease, and he coughed several times in a row, and his gums were a heart-piercing pain, which made his face change. I want to take a sip of coffee and press it, but the water is too hot.

Cheng Fenghua wanted to tear off the table, and then took out a pistol and shot him indiscriminately. When his subordinates were slapped in front of him, and then let themselves drink coffee with him, when did his "etiquette pile" fall to this point?

However, there is a knife on the head of the word ninja, and without this kind of courage of "before the collapse of Mount Tai, and his face does not change", how can he go from a street boy to the position of a "ritual word pile" in just over 20 years?

"Most of them are controlled by gangs in Southeast Asia. There are also some wandering warblers. Only a small percentage are governed by local companies. ”

"I'll rub it!~"

Foreign countries are all "gangs and factions" and "wandering warblers." They are all "regular companies", and this Cheng Fenghua is really good at talking.

Fang Yuanshan suddenly leaned forward, looked at Cheng Fenghua and said mysteriously: "Hey, when I was a child, I always watched your Xiangjiang TV, there were groups of Gu Confuse Boys, betrayal, and undercover, I was enthusiastic, are there any prototypes of the characters there?"

"Yes. Cheng Fenghua simply said one word.

"Ah, really, what about people now?"

Seeing Fang Yuanshan come out for coffee at night, that's the kind of thing. Cheng Fenghua felt that the gums in his mouth began to hurt again. Said helplessly: "All dead." ”

"Tut-tut, that's a pity. By the way, I heard that there are five tigers and ten masters, are they you 15k people?"

"It's not~"

Seeing this Cheng Fenghua's appearance of cherishing words like gold, Fang Yuanshan felt a little unpleasant, but considering that people had "toothaches", he just thought about it and made do with it......

"You've heard of a guy named Adrian Mullen in Rio, right?" Fang Yuanshan didn't wait for him to answer, and said to himself, "It's the guy who controls Rocinha, the largest slum in the whole world." That guy bragged to me that he had beaten away all the Brazilian military and police, and no one dared to grin at him. It's a pity that I accidentally went in some time ago. I still have millions of reais left behind!"

Cheng Fenghua grinned and said listen!

Fang Yuanshan continued solemnly: "I mean I want to ask you, these "companies" in your Xiangjiang are compared to Ma Lun. Which is more powerful? It's not about economic strength, but it's about who do you think will win if you fight hard?"

"There is no comparison. ”

"What do you mean?"

Hearing that Fang Yuanshan didn't mean to ridicule, this Cheng Fenghua Cheng boss thought for a while and said: "The regions are different, and the members created are also different. If we bring them to Xiangjiang, not counting firearms, then we must have a slight advantage. But if we go to Brazil, it goes without saying that many of our company's "employees" have never even touched firearms, so how can they win?"

"Oh~ too. It's like each family selects 10 people to compete in a knockout round, who do you think will be stronger?"

Cheng Fenghua said confidently: "No need to compare, our company's "Ming Lao" is invincible all over Xiangjiang, such a single fight, no need to ask, we must win." ”

"Oh~ This Ming Lao is so powerful?

"Well, he has learned Tan family boxing and Western boxing for a long time, and he has already won three of them, although he is almost 60 years old, but three or five strong men are still not his opponents. ”

Cheng Fenghua, who originally had a gloomy expression, talked about the "Ming Lao", and immediately gushed endlessly, and then said: "Ming Lao has won two Southeast Asian boxing championships in a row. In 1983, Ming Lao participated in the "World Elite Fighting Championship" and knocked out Japanese fighter Tsuyoshi Morizaki in only 35 seconds. At that time, Bruce Lee passed away, and there were very few actors in Xiangjiang who knew kung fu, and even the film company begged him to make movies. ”

"Wow, I don't know ......" I just wanted to say that I was going to meet this "Ming Lao", but when I thought that it was not too early, I still paused.

Cheng Fenghua was depressed for a while after he finished speaking, he was just slapped by this guy, and now he is talking to him in full swing, what is this called?

Cheng Fenghua didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, his brows furrowed and asked, "Mr. Fang doesn't know what is the matter with coming to me?"

Fang Yuanshan said hehehe: "There is nothing specific, I'm not curious, so I followed that Sister Qi and the others to meet the ancient boy of Xiangjiang, but unfortunately I didn't see it." Now that I've met you, I'm going to come out and have a chat. ”

“……”

"If nothing else, then I'll take my leave. After saying this, the man wanted to get up and leave.

"Wait a minute. ”

Fang Yuanshan smiled: "Give me your mobile phone." ”

The big guy didn't ask why, he took the mobile phone from the hands of the two young people standing next to him and handed it over.

Fang Yuanshan took his mobile phone and called himself, and said to him: "Oh~ I'm more interested in your old man, how about you have time to let me see it when you go back?"

“……”

Cheng Fenghua, the speaker of the 15k "Rite Word Pile", was about to be collapsed by Fang Yuanshan's leaping thinking, he took the mobile phone with a dejected face, took two steps out, paused, turned his back to Fang Yuanshan, and said in a cold voice: "If you really want to see Ming Lao, remember to call me when you turn around." ”

After seeing this Cheng Fenghua get into the car and leave like a gust of wind, Arnold next to him said, "Boss, what are you really going to see Ming Lao?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

Yuan Gaoyang stepped forward and said solemnly: "Boss, these organizations have a strict structure and a clear division of labor, which are not worse than the "Yamaguchi Group" and the "13 District", and even worse, boss, you had better think about it." Of course, I know that you have always been brave, but after all, the other party is outnumbered, so it's better to be careful. ”

"Cut, what do you think! Boss, I'm just going to see and see, not to fight with people. It's rare to come to Xiangjiang, just like visiting the park. ”

“……”

"Let's go, go back to sleep. With that, he strode out of the café.

(To be continued.) )