Land Rover Aurora stopped at the intersection of Dongyang Square, Xu Muyang leaned on the car and closed his eyes to recuperate, and Wang Lung stared at the intersection with his eyes, like a hunting leopard.

"Still haven't moved?" Xu Muyang rubbed his temples.

Wang Lung shook his head, but Xu Muyang squinted and didn't see it at all, but he didn't continue to ask, and the two of them stood in the cold like this.

In fact, since the white eagle stepped into Dongyang Square, it has been decided whether he is alive or dead, even if Zhao Kuang does not make a move, Xu Muyang and Wang Long, who are guarding here, will also take the life of the white eagle, but they just killed Guo Qihu by the hand of the white eagle.

"I heard that Old Man Pan plans to help Zhao Zihe, is it true?" Wang Lung spoke, but his eyes were still fixed on the front.

Xu Muyang wiped his cold red nose and said: "There is such a thing, but the use of the relationship is bigger, you also know that no one in Qingdao can get benefits from Pan Weigong, this Zhao Zihe is also smart, the most low-key in the eleven, this turmoil did not involve him." ”

"Smart people? I don't think that there are really smart people, stupid people have stupid blessings, and smart people may not be able to get into the position. Wang Lung sniffed.

Xu Muyang smiled, didn't continue to dwell on this issue, humming a little song, it was close to three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Two figures appeared in Wang Long's sight, Wang Lung rubbed his eyes, a little incredulous, it was Zhao Kuangran and Gong San'er.

Xu Muyang opened his eyes, and suddenly smiled with some inexplicable relief.

"What should I do?" Wang Lung was a little confused.

"Let's go collect the corpse, it seems that someone has solved it for us." Xu Muyang got into the car, Wang Lung sat in the back seat, Land Rover Aurora and Zhao Kuang passed by, this is also the last time a living person touches a living person tonight, and it is finally over.

The cup of tea that Pan Weigong was holding had been cold for no longer knowing how long, and finally came to call.

"Old man Pan, everything has been dealt with, and in the end, the white eagle was killed by Zhao Kuang." Xu Muyang's calm voice came from the other side of the phone, as if this man could deal with any crisis in an orderly manner.

Pan Weigong's eyes that had been squinting slowly opened, and he said a few more words of dispensability, hung up the phone, and said to the man next to him who was still standing silently like a shadow: "How long has the Burning Love Bar been empty?" ”

Without thinking, the man said, "Three months? ”

Pan Weigong nodded and said: "Reward Gong San'er, remember that it is the transfer of the Eight Classics, let him see my sincerity, you don't have any opinions, I'm old, there are not many children who can see into the eyes, Gong San'er and the child are one, but it's a pity that the stubborn little Zhang Si, I saw that Gong San'er went farther than Xiao Zhang Si, and boasted a little, although no one said that I was a good person, but I still understood that some good and evil have an end." ”

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead, he didn't understand what Pan Weigong meant, nodded vigorously, and left Jincheng Huafu, he was just a subordinate, even if he was close to Pan Weigong, how many forces he had, he was just a subordinate.

Out of Jincheng Huafu, just as the sky began to brighten, the man lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and a chubby young man ran to the man's side, and said with a courteous face: "Brother Deng, why don't you accompany Old Man Pan?" ”

Meng Deng glanced at the harmless young man who was smiling, exhaled and said, "Go out and do something, go and help me prepare the formalities of the Burning Love Bar, the old man will give it away." ”

The young man was stunned, and before he could react, he drove away in a black Cayenne.

It was exactly seven o'clock in the morning when Gao Wanfu received the two great gods in his heart, and he had heard a little bit about what happened last night, looking at Zhao Kuangchao and Gong San'er's eyes as if looking at a fairy, Zhao Kuangchao was not at ease to let this fat man drive.

The three of them finally settled breakfast in a small breakfast shop, Gao Wanfu pulled the two back to the apartment where he lived, fortunately, they were all tidy, Gong San'er Zhao Kuang fell asleep with his head down, Gao Wanfu had no opinion even if he regenerated four or five galls, and even wished that Zhao Kuang would contact San'er with more than one root, if you want to know that the red dog was surrendered by these two people.

When Zhao Kuang was sleeping in chaos, all the qiē were changing in an orderly manner, which was terrifying, and Qingdao had a big blood change when it was unknown, which made people wonder how much they should not have missed in their lives.

It seems that this qiē is like a long, long dream, Zhao Kuangran felt that he would be woken up by Uncle Dao at any time, he sat on the stake in a daze, stunned, and then went home to eat a bite of his sister's meal, listening to her complain about the snobbish old guys in the village, listening to Uncle Dao's failed blind date, but it was the saddest time in his life, only four words, and he couldn't go back.

Gong San'er's laughter woke up Zhao Kuangchao, Zhao Kuangchao sat up, and found that he was on the sofa, Gong San'er next to him was driving a tractor with Gao Wanfu with a bitter gourd face, the kind of RMB, it seems that Gao Wanfu has a lot of blood, and he dares to be angry at Gong San'er's various obscene methods, and Zhao Kuangchao who woke up is like a savior.

Gong San'er threw away the bad cards, put the small thousand pieces on the table into his pocket, didn't look at poor Gao Wanfu, and laughed at Zhao Kuang: "Just now Pan Weigong sent a letter, the bar has fallen, saying that it is called Burning Love, and we will go to see the venue later." ”

Hearing the word Burning Love, Gao Wanfu's painful fat face underwent a wonderful change, like a rooster beaten with chicken blood, and said excitedly: "Could it be the sealed Burning Love, that is a famous place in Qingdao." ”

"How many people are burning in Qingdao?" Gong San'er ravaged Gao Wanfu's big ears and said.

Gao Wanfu stretched out a finger and said, "One." ”

"That's that, the master will be the boss there in the future." Gong San'er let go of Gao Wanfu and said with a smirk, the virtue of an upstart, but whether he is a nouveau riche or not is a matter of later story.

Gao Wanfu was also stupid and happy, Zhao Kuangchao didn't feel any pain, these material things, although outsiders look at this brilliance, only I know whether it is useful or not, maybe only this kind of thought is only Zhao Kuangchao, in this material society, people are indeed inferior to the word material.

Gao Wanfu was also willing to be a driver, and drove the two of them to the burning bar that had been closed for three months, and Zhao Kuangran, who had seen the world, had to obey Pan Weigong's generous shot, covering an area of four floors, just one floor was bigger than the explicit entire bar, and the explicit decoration of lighting and sound could not be compared, and when he learned that a small glass of beer cost eighteen yuan, Zhao Kuangran was completely convinced of this money society.

Although it is not open, it is still cleaned every day, as for why this bar is closed, there are many reasons, Gong San'er did not ask much, after all, in the day of Pan Weigong in Qingdao, Pan Weigong's things will definitely not have any worries.

Reception Zhao Kuang Rangong San'er is a chubby young man, very good at talking, and Gao Wanfu has a fight, but his father's worth is much higher than Gao Wanfu's small people, which is intriguing, rich children are common, but they know how to be humble Even in the face of being many levels lower than themselves, it is not common to hand out cigarettes, at least this little fat man belongs to the latter, Gao Wanfu took the ninety-five supreme for a while.

When the main lord arrived, a particularly strict man, that is, Pan Weigong's second-in-command, named Meng Dengzhu, at first glance looks no different from ordinary people, but as long as you go back twenty years, you will know the horror of this man.

The two sides sat down in the small conference room on the fourth floor, and the little fat man had been playing the role of serving tea and water, which made Gao Wanfu look flattered.

Observing this Meng Deng's copy, the biggest feeling for Zhao Kuanglan is that he is capable, it is hard to believe that a forty-year-old man can be neat and capable to look like this, and do the same thing, just hand Zhao Kuanglan a few contract-like things, instead of Gong San'er, who has always played the leading role, which makes Zhao Kuanglan feel more and more that this man is not simple, you must know that this man's status next to 2 Pan Weigong is better than that perverted Xu Muyang.

"Master, you come to sign." Zhao Kuangran handed these things that looked at his scalp numb to Gong San'er, Gong Sanren was stunned, took the direct signature neatly, and returned it to Meng Deng's copy again, Meng Deng's copy just looked rudely, and said in a seemingly humane manner: "Old man Pan said, the funds are not big enough to speak, the bar opens on the day you like, the original team is retained, there is no zài is not profitable, I think San'er should be clear." ”

Gong San'er smiled and said: "Brother Meng said that we should be able to solve the problem of funds, but the opening is estimated to be delayed for a few days, and I plan to go to Nanjing to deal with some things." "For this man named Meng Deng, Gong San'er is rare to stay away, not like Xu Muyang.

Meng Dengbao nodded and said, "As you like, Qingdao has not been peaceful recently, so I won't accompany you if there are many things." ”

Meng Deng left a business card and left in a hurry, taking away the little fat man who bowed his head three times before leaving.

Gong San'er looked at the business card on the table, and finally carefully took it back, as if it was particularly taboo, and said with a cautious look: "This is called Meng Deng's copy, but don't become his enemy, especially in Qingdao." ”

Zhao Kuangchao didn't have a reason, nodded his head, and a fool could see that this Meng Deng copied the trick and couldn't be provoked. Next, Gong San'er made a move that made Zhao Kuang lose face and throw him home, and on the railing on the second floor, he yelled at a group of small MMs who were cleaning downstairs: "In the future, the master will be the boss here!" Of course, there was no applause, which caused a burst of disdain.