introduction

Many years ago, in Biancheng in the north, there was a Pingshan Prison hidden on the outskirts of the city.

It was late 1992.

The heavy snow in the northern part of Yuzhou Province fell like a torrential rain, and the snow was as white as goose feathers, and the north had not been so cold for a long time.

At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, the section south of Yanjing on National Highway 107 was slippery because of heavy snow, so that the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway was closed, and countless vehicles poured into the national highway. The three car accidents that happened to occur under bad road conditions made this section of the road strictly congested in both directions, and the traffic flow stretched for several kilometers.

No one would have imagined that in this congested traffic there would be more than 100 luxury cars from all over the country. One is worth millions at every turn, and the status of the people in the car is self-evident.

"Damn ......"

Seeing that this road will not be opened, these big people who are either rich or expensive in luxury cars finally couldn't hold their breath, and took out their mobile phones to contact people who might be contacted, and tried their best to leave this place in the shortest possible time at the cost of a qiē......

They, so many big people, are like pilgrimages, just to see one person and confirm one thing.

The man, just twenty kilometers away.

…… In that little-known Pingshan prison.

Beside a ditch that has been dry for an unknown number of years to the west of Pingshan, there is a new grave covered with thick snow under a few old trees that are unable to stretch their branches and support the snow.

Beneath the tombstone, a pile of paper burned in the bitter cold wind, and next to the pile of paper was a thick silk wrap wrapped in a crying child.

The man, Wu Liangcai, was dressed in plain clothes and stood there, burying his head deeply, and the snow under his feet was wet and melted away from the tears that came out of his cheeks.

This is a man who fought 23 times in a row in the underground boxing arena of the Burmese drug lord, and collapsed 23 boxing champions in a row, and he was covered in blood and exhausted until the end, and his waist was still straight.

This man is known as the "God of War" in the Chinese military.

But at this moment, this world-famous man is crying?

This man who never shed tears, this man who lost his beloved wife was so sad, but he buried his face deeply, not wanting anyone to see it.

Goose feathers and heavy snow are falling.

Over the congested National Highway 107, several helicopter engines roared, and the rotors violently tore through the flying snow curtain, and under the surprised gaze of many people, they slowly landed in the snow-covered wheat fields on both sides of the congested National Highway, rolling up more raging and violent snow chips.

However, those people in the luxury cars who were anxiously waiting for the helicopter to come shook their heads at this moment, and ordered to go down and let the helicopter return, there was no need for it.

People who have abandoned their cars and walked far away are now putting down their mobile phones and stopping in the snowy fields.

"He won't see anyone! Said that he would stay in Pingshan Prison for the rest of his life! ”

"He is a real big man, he builds the Yanjing business district with the power of one person, and the trade is as far as Saudi Arabia and other oil storage countries, the European Union, and he can buy and sell hundreds of millions of dollars at every turn. How can you be disheartened by love words? ”

"God forbid! May he be depressed! If he was awake, how many people would not be able to eat or sleep because of this! ”

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