When he learned that Chang Shan and the others were driven out of the gathering point by Xiao Sheng, the stone Buddha who was stunned for a moment at first immediately showed a helpless smile, sighed lightly, and stroked his forehead. It seemed to say to the assistant next to him, and it was like saying to himself: "The tiger father has no dog, this slap is loud!"

When he said this, the stone Buddha did not show much of a sense of loss. If he didn't even have this ability, he Nalan Zhonglei would not have overcome all the obstacles along the way.

The more legends there are, the more they can establish the status of latecomers...... In the view of the stone Buddha, the face mask is to step on the shoulders of giants to climb the peak. A little worried, but more of that rupture! The more demonic Nalan Zhonglei is, the more Shi Buddha can't let him leave Los Angeles properly.

He has long been short and has resigned from all his duties. As the 'spy chief', Shi Buddha abandoned his family. Even confidantes are hard to find. When you need to vent, it's just a money deal. In his dictionary, he never swayed his thoughts for any one person or one thing.

Alone and seriously ill. Before leaving, the unconcerned stone Buddha had already decided to hand in the last answer sheet for his profession and this country.

"It seems that you have an all-round advantage, and I can't see how much your purpose is tonight. But I know that the fulcrum that holds the entire deployment together is on you. When you die, everything is over.

Facebook, you're the third opponent to make me so murderous, and you'll be the last! Good luck. Playing with the medicine bottle in his hand, the stone Buddha with a hideous face muttered silently in his heart. When he decided to take all the responsibility for the whole plan, he had already made up his mind to get rid of 'demon talents' like Facebook even if he ruined his reputation.

Xiao Sheng, who didn't know that the stone Buddha had already killed him, really greeted Uncle Biao like a gathering master. The bottle of valuable foreign wine on the wine shelf in the living room was taken down by Xiao Sheng. poured two glasses directly and greeted Uncle Biao not far away.

Different from Xiao Sheng's calmness, Uncle Biao, who was slightly depressed, was originally going to play the role of 'peace and mud' and peacemaker. His arrival was just to buy time for Zhen Lao, the typical leader of the Xianghua faction. He doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water, he can selflessly provide any convenience for Xiao Sheng, but he just doesn't want to be labeled as a faction.

"This at least six-figure foreign wine, can it be as delicious as the old man of Northern Province? No wonder the old man Chang and his gang are so desperate, from the ideological point of view, he has been poisoned by the culture here. It's not that I'm so angry that I can't accept any kind of foreign thing. It's that there are things in the old roots, and you can leave it alone, but you can't get rid of it.

I'm not used to drinking this wine, Uncle Biao, what about you?" when he put the wine next to Uncle Biao, the latter was no longer as nervous as he was just now. On the contrary, it was a little more helpless.

This glass of wine is completely two sides. Maybe if you end it yourself, the other party won't do anything to yourself now, but ...... in the future As he said: the bridge to the bridge, the road to the road!

"I always thought that you would be a copy of your old man at most. But now it seems that you are stronger than him, and you have no room for sand in your eyes. Virtuous nephew, this glass of wine is not delicious, and you can't drink it!" After speaking, Uncle Biao pushed the wine that was already on the table a few centimeters forward. In an instant, the wine glass fell to the ground with this valuable drink.

Xiao Sheng, who saw this scene, showed a sincere smile. He lowered his head and replied in a relaxed tone: "It's not that I'm strong, it's that our country is strong." Catching up with Europe and the United States used to be a joke, but now it is the goal. Break from south to north, from east to west. The only belief that sustains me is this goal that was once ethereal, but now it is close at hand.

I want to speed up his process, so I have to carry a burden that is incomprehensible to ordinary people. In this process, it is imperative for me to remove any 'burden'.

These old guys who just walked out of the house, how many of them have taken the benefits of Parkson over the years, I don't say that you should know it. Since they don't want to be in the same boat anymore, then I don't bother to make peace with them here. The road was chosen by themselves. The consequences will also be borne by themselves. ”

Just as Xiao Sheng finished saying this, there was a sound of emergency brakes of a car outside the door. Uncle Biao, who was busy getting up, walked towards the front hall with Xiao Sheng. Although Uncle Biao is still an uncle in terms of seniority, in terms of status, you can see a qiē from his pace.

"Damn Gobi, where's that dog thing in Changshan? Put a sleeve on Lao Tzu, I'm done with a dog. The Yankees are his own father, so he is his grandson. "Before you see him, you hear his voice. Zhen Lao, who spoke with a strong southern Anhui accent, looked like a cannon barrel, and as soon as he stepped through the front door, he scolded with an unclean mouth.

When he saw that it was Xiao Sheng and Uncle Biao who went out to greet him, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a 'haha' laugh: "I'll just say, if the people of the Nalan family don't have any skills, they don't dare to go to the banquet alone." Where's the old dog?"

Although Xiao Sheng didn't like Chang Shan, he wouldn't be so rude and invective. In other words, you can hit each other with real skills in Los Angeles, but the only one who can or dares to abuse Chang Shan like this is estimated to be this Hui merchant who immigrated to Los Angeles in the early days.

"Elder Zhen, the old man asked me to say hello to you!" For Elder Zhen, Xiao Sheng has always been in a respectful and worshipful mood. In the eighties and nineties of the last century, this old man, who had already clearly 'stood in line', experienced the number of assassinations in his life, comparable to that of a certain warlord leader in Africa.

Red-capped businessman, a representative of Chinese patriotism. President of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce of Chinese businessmen, half a lifetime of legend is enough to write a novel. But such an old man with a clear love-hate and a clear position, after more than a dozen assassinations, large and small, is still active in the Los Angeles business community, and is still living a good life, and his life is becoming more and more influential.

People are like this, once you have a bottom line and irreplaceable beliefs, even if your opponent will hate you, they will definitely respect you. Obviously, Zhen Lao is such a kind of person.

"Good, good, good...... Hey, Xiao Biao, according to your style, if you don't say leave at this time, no matter how you say it, you will draw a clear line on both sides, how can you stand here safely and securely today?" At this time, he was also surprised to see Dai Biao standing beside Xiao Sheng.

"Get on the boat and set sail! Either jump into the sea or stay honest...... Can you understand this feeling, Elder Zhen?" Although Uncle Biao's answer sounded a little helpless, everyone smelled something from his smile.

"Haha, then enjoy the sea breeze. Zhonglei, your grandfather Zhen's family background is not as thick as your family, but as long as you use it, one sentence! If I say half a 'no', you will dig my ancestral grave in southern Anhui! Male Gobi, that old dog in Changshan, don't go back to worship your ancestors in this life if you have the ability. ”