The two of them were entangled in the problem of eating grapes, looking at the Pan prince from a distance, Zhao Kuangchao couldn't see any kingly spirit, Xu Muyang said that there were three guests in Beijing, an old man, two young people, the old man and Pan Wang Ye chatted very happily, but the expressions of the two young people were not very good.

Finally, Pan Wangye got up to see off the guests, and after seeing off these guests, he didn't know if it was an illusion, Zhao Kuangran felt that Pan Wangye glanced here, and when Pan Wangye sat down in the tea seat again, he seemed to be waiting for something, Zhao Kuangran was even more convinced of this.

"Let's go, let's go and meet Prince Pan." Gong San'er got up and stomped his numb feet, and the two walked along the path to the small pavilion of Pan Wangye, Zhao Kuangran was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the snow, imagining how he would face the host of Qingdao.

Gong San'er was quite calm, and even looked at the posture of the tea girl, but after seeing who the woman was, Gong San'er was excited, and honestly controlled his eyes, I was really afraid that Prince Pan would dare to pull out his eyeballs.

When I walked to the small pavilion, there were only five people in total, Pan Wangye drinking tea, a woman who lowered her head to make tea, and a man standing far away, and the rest were the brothers who didn't dare to breathe.

"Tell me, what's the matter? Give you five minutes. Pan Wang Ye put down the purple sand cup and said.

After really seeing the old man known as Pan Wangye, Zhao Kuangchao was a little disappointed, this Pan Wangye and Liu Aoyang are like two extremes, one yin and one yang, this Pan Wangye is biased towards literature, a body of yin that people can't see through, and his face is well maintained, at least he can make people unable to see the specific age, and he has the feeling of an old cadre who has been retired for many years, and it seems to be somewhat different from Gong San'er's black-and-white predator.

Gong San'er didn't enter the pavilion either, so he stood outside the pavilion and said, "Lord Pan, I'll get straight to the point, we are here to join the alliance." ”

"You guys?" Pan Weigong raised his head, looked at Gong San'er with some teasing, looked at Zhao Kuangchao again, and finally stopped his gaze on the old wine jug for five seconds and said, "Tell me, Gong San, what the hell do you have in mind." ”

"How dare I, this is not to come to Qingdao to find someone, but it has something to do with Eleven, and I don't want to let Prince Pan help." Gong San'er wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said.

"Eleven? Who are you looking for? Speaking of these eleven evils, Pan Weigong's expression was very bad, and there was a hatred in his bones.

"The sixth master who changed hands just took over Lu Dongting's industry, but he was opened by the red dog, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead." Gong San'er replied.

Pan Weigong thought of something, and suddenly smiled and said, "It turned out to be that guy, I want to hear what kind of cooperation method you have." ”

"You will provide manpower, I will provide means, and in a week, Qingdao's eleven evils can become ten evils." Gong San'er was speechless, and even the woman's movement of picking up the teapot stopped, and the eyelids of the man not far away jumped.

Pan Weigong laughed, but that particularly gloomy face could only add a little horror to his laughter, without any boldness at all, like the old villain in the movie, bad to the bone.

"This red dog is a hard nail, are you sure you're not looking ugly? Kyozo. After laughing, Pan Weigong stared at Gong San'er with bad intentions.

"If this red dog hadn't died, you would have skinned me directly." Gong San'er didn't look like he was joking at all.

Pan Weigong touched his chin with a sparse beard, but what he looked at was Zhao Kuangchao, who had been silent, and finally took a sip of tea and said: "There are as many people as you want, but I can see the life of the red dog in a week, and as for the change of hands, it will be at your disposal." ”

Gong San'er looked at Zhao Kuangran, and nodded, a week, not long, not short, since Gong San'er issued a military order here, it is also a lot of enlightenment. Until the two left, Zhao Kuangran was silent, and when he waited for Gao Wanfu's Ma Liu, Zhao Kuangran patted the young master's shoulder, and looked out of the car without waiting for Gong San'er to say anything.

Gao Wanfu completely obeyed these two gods, if it was true that Zhao Kuang had just gone to negotiate with Prince Pan, Gao Wanfu would have been eager to kneel down and kowtow to these two people, although it was true.

"Prince Pan, is that Gong San'er credible?" The man standing far away walked into the road, his voice a little small and sharp, a little eerie.

Pan Weigong shook his head.

"Then you are still," the man wondered, and at this moment, the woman in sackcloth gently retreated, leaving half a cup of tea.

Pan Weigong drank the half cup of tea and said: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, I have no reason not to give Gong San'er or the young man who has been silent a chance, for me, but also for this era." Even if Gong San'er loses, what can I lose? How many minions? Or how much is the burial cost? ”

The man was silent, and took a few steps back, not disturbing Pan Weigong's rare leisure and elegance.

Falling into the big lake of Qingdao again, Zhao Kuang and Gong San'er are still an inconspicuous pebble, and it seems that he still can't fight any storms and waves, but at least he can make a little wave that others can't feel.

Staying in the hotel arranged by Gao Wanfu, the person arranged by Pan Weigong arrived that night, saying that it was a little minion but it was not, there were two fierce people that Zhao Kuang was familiar with, Zhang Meng Wang Long, Zhang Meng in the winter was not shirtless, and simply wore a black coat, but Wang Lung only wore a thin shirt, and he didn't know what the body was made of. In addition, there is also the No. 5 outlaw who completely asks for money and does not want to die, led by a middle-aged dark man with a southern Fujian accent, and a dry Lin Niang who opens his mouth and closes his mouth, but he is quite polite to Zhao Kuang.

A team that is not big or small to fight against the red dog was born, and the leader is, of course, the wise and martial Gong San'er, of course, it is also a joke, after all, compared with the fierce and evil people, Gong San'er is like a Taoist priest, and it is the kind that does not enter the stream.

The bars taken by the red dog have all been closed, it is said that the red dog has disappeared for a while, in order to avoid the boiling murders in the past few days, looking for a red dog in Qingdao, like catching one of the smartest rats in the mouse nest, it is not easy, a little careless may even dare to catch themselves, but fortunately, Gong San'er and the red dog belong to the same kind, and they all belong to the most fish-like kind at the bottom of the society, but the magic is a foot high or the magic is a foot high, and it will be clear soon.

It has been said that where there is light, there will be shadows, and there are also the dirtiest things behind this prosperity in Qingdao, such as a poor area in the east of the city, where typical dragons and snakes are mixed, there are the dirtiest women, and there are the purest ambitions, this kind of place is rich in demons, and it also strangles demons, and ordinary people do not like to enter this area, afraid of dirty hands, and afraid of dirty eyes.

Of course, this place is the base of the red dog, and it is also the weakest place in the word law, no wonder Pan Wang Ye has not started, this is a piece of poisonous meat, maybe you can swallow it for a while, and when the poison occurs later, you will find that the harm outweighs the good.

That night, Gong San'er Zhao Kuangran and Wang Long Zhang Meng entered this realm, the so-called time waits for no one, Gong San'er can't wait for a week, but the premise is that people are not more reliable than time.

Zhao Kuangran had seen the unbearable slum once, but he didn't think it was even dirtier here, there were dilapidated buildings with black bars, there were one roller shutter door after another, gangsters were in groups, and the degenerate women were dressed in revealing clothes one by one, this kind of place may not be liked by normal people, but some rich second generation and second generation ancestors really like the wildness here, so they can still see a few sports cars everywhere, they come here to buy drunk, and they also vent the most primitive yuwang.

Often a person will ignore the ugliness of a thing when he sees the beauty of it, maybe this society, this world, this era has forgotten here, let it go on even more ugly, until it touches the so-called bottom line, and then it will evaporate with an irresistible evaporation, but where is it? This ugliness will repeat itself again, the world needs goodness, and it also needs this, everyone has more or less their own value in zài, although most people are a little sad.

"I heard that this place can kill people for 5,000 yuan, and I don't know if it's true or not." Zhang Meng held a golden leaf in his mouth, and looked at the little gangsters with yellow and green hair who came and went with disdain.

"Three thousand is enough now." Gong San'er looked like he was fanning the flames, but Zhao Kuangran didn't think Gong San'er was talking nonsense, after all, the price of life can be understood at a glance.

Wang Lung was still silent, but his expression was not very good, and finally glanced at the huge obscene graffiti and said, "These people are worth three thousand? A bunch of stupid calves who don't know what life is. ”

"The way of life is different, maybe these guys think our lives are not worth their price." Zhang Meng touched his belly and smirked, because these two men, especially Zhang Meng, were too big, and a few unsightly gangsters didn't dare to beat them.

Zhao Kuang smiled nonsense, although Zhang Meng's words were rude, but it was not without evidence, this world is like this, it is always half of the joke of the other half, no matter what he does, someone will always point to his back behind his back and say: "Look, this guy looks like a dog." ”