Jincheng Washington.

Pan Weigong's long era came to an end in the hands of a man.

The golden cup stopped in front of Jincheng Huafu, Zhao Kuang looked at the extremely lonely place today, a man covered in blood and couldn't tell the appearance walked out step by step, his body swayed and swayed, giving people a feeling that a gust of wind could blow it down.

Zhao Kuang got out of the car and walked towards Guo Qingyi, wanting to hold Guo Qingyi, but was pushed away by Guo Qingyi. At this moment, Zhao Kuangchao realized that he didn't come to pick up Guo Qingyi, but just to collect the body.

"Zhao Kuangran, you and I are dying here, are we nesting or not? Is it decent or not? Guo Qingyi's voice was particularly hoarse, as if his neck had been slashed.

"Decent." Zhao Kuang looked at this man silently, a rare and confused guy who had the best home.

Guo Qingyi smiled dismally, and his voice was extremely desolate.

"I'm going to die, it's really abstract." Guo Qingyi muttered, it seemed that at this moment, he realized the feeling of being empty behind him.

Zhao Kuangran's expression was also extremely lonely, not fate, he witnessed the death of the three members of the Guo family, one of the eleven evils Guo Qihu, one Guo Hongzhu, and the other is Guo Qingyi, whose future is proportional to his life experience, Zhao Kuangchao doesn't believe that this is a coincidence in the end.

"Promise me one thing." Guo Qingyi said intermittently.

"I'll listen." Zhao Kuangran did not agree directly, but also gave Guo Qingyi an answer.

"My sister Qinghe, I sent out of Qingdao, and there is a middle-aged man, now they are estimated to have arrived in Inner Mongolia, this is the address, if you survive this time, find her, help me protect her, the Guo family will not let anyone go, the reward is that the man will hand over the black hall to you, although it is just a name, but I think what the word black hall represents, you should know better than me in your heart, if you can hold up the banner of the black hall, it is undoubtedly stepping into another world." Guo Qingyi seemed to say this, used all his strength, and trembled and handed a bloody note to Zhao Kuangran.

Zhao Kuangran took the note, frowned and said, "If I live, I will definitely go." "The so-called dying person is also good at his words, Guo Qingyi's last sentence is the most important, if Zhao Kuangchao takes over the black hall and makes these two words, it will undoubtedly reach another height, this height may be something that most people can't touch in their lifetime, although it will offend the Guo family, but he and the Guo family's Liangzi are not bad, anyway, the Guo family will not let him go.

"It's a pity that I can't see her get married." Guo Qingyi grinned at the end.

Zhao Kuangran lowered his head and looked at Guo Qingyi, who was shaking even more, and the Jincheng Huafu behind him was particularly ruining the last atmosphere.

"Help me get a cigarette at the end." Guo Qingyi stretched out his fingers tremblingly.

Zhao Kuangran hurriedly walked towards the golden cup, but as soon as he turned around, there was a sound of falling to the ground behind him, and when Zhao Kuangran turned his head, the man who left an indelible impression on his life died, died under the gate of this huge Jincheng Huafu, there was no one behind him, there was no one, and he didn't need to do anything more, it was enough.

Zhao Kuang felt that his head was a little dazed, and even a little unstable, walked towards Guo Qingyi, picked up the corpse that was not yet cold, looked at the man who had completely lost his breath, and suddenly felt a little sore nose, Guo Qingyi didn't deserve to die, even if he died, dying here, Zhao Kuang felt that it was not worth it.

In the golden cup, Gui San looked at this scene in a daze, and muttered in his mouth: "Who is this Guo Qingyi?" "I have to be, when I just came to see Guo Qingyi, I was a little shocked by Guisan, maybe the tragic situation just now is somewhat the same as the society that Guisan imagined.

"A fierce man, an absolute fierce man." Gong San'er stopped looking, endured some things, and tried to tilt his head and look at the car.

"No matter how fierce he is, he will die here." Kamesan seems to be particularly fond of raising the bar with Gong San'er.

Gong San'er didn't feel annoyed, but muttered, "What is the backbone of this era?" Is it the sad ugliness of those who have climbed from one world to another in their lifetimes to be mocked? Are those careerists who sit on the wall and speak out most of the time? Are they the ones who do nothing but die? I can't be sure of any of this, but at least what I can be sure of now is that at least it's not you, Guisan, a guy with a remarkable background, a guy with a smile of 200 steps and a smile of 50 steps. ”

Gong San'er's words made Gu Sanyi silent for a while, and he was also not angry, this is the tacit understanding between this enemy.

"If there is a thousandth, one in ten thousandth, maybe the real backbone of this era is these bones without hesitation, and the consciousness that can bury their ambitions in the ground, is it not considered Shangzhongzheng?" Gong San'er turned his head again and watched Zhao Kuang walking over step by step holding Guo Qingyi's corpse, as if it was a very subtle and subtle transmission.

In the end, Guo Qingyi's body was buried next to Guo Qihu's tombstone by several people out of their own pockets, these two backbones of the Guo family, or the backbone of the times, have been forgotten by most people forever, and only Zhao Kuangchao and a few people will realize how abstract it is.

"If it is possible to be reincarnated, in the next life, in the end, don't have the surname this Guo." Gong San'er forced a smile and stepped on the cigarette butt he should have stepped on.

Pan Weigong died, Guo Qingyi died, and these two important figures in Qingdao fell, like a puddle of lake water being thrown into a stone, and the waves became bigger and bigger.

However, what makes people feel weird is that after Pan Weigong's death, it was only a woman who arranged the funeral for him, and Pan Weigong's so-called henchmen seemed to have evaporated in the world this night.

The same is true on the other side, Guo Qingyi's fall, the same is true, the black hall seems to have become empty overnight, although it is not a little angry, but it is not lonely to the point of being empty.

This strange sign made many people with crossed feet dare not move forward, and even when this piece of fat came to their mouths, they didn't dare to take it lightly, for fear of becoming the first bird to be shot in the head.

In this weird atmosphere, a week passed in a blink of an eye, and everyone was waiting for who would take the lead in the first chopsticks, but it was precisely because everyone had this idea that no one would play the first chopsticks, but after a long time, there would always be people who couldn't bear it.

Finally someone took Pan Weigong's former family, but the next day, this person disappeared from the sight of others forever, this trick of killing chickens and monkeys, often has unexpected effects, Qingdao This group of capable bigwigs is not willing to be the second send-off.

Another week, the restless ambition under this calm is more abstract, and at this time, three people stood up and took Jincheng Huafu with an absolutely domineering means, and subdued several Z guests in Qingdao with absolutely unquestionable means, after all, the conditions offered by these three people are impossible to refuse.

Under this thunderous means, careerists gathered together, and a circle of interests was formed, and soon this circle swallowed most of Qingdao, just like Jincheng Washington in its heyday, and like a black hall in its heyday, this circle of interests is more like a combination of the two, inexplicably giving people a sense of impeccable.

Interests are the most tempting thing, and the only thing that can completely lock people's hearts, although these three people are just passers-by in Qingdao, but because of this most tempting thing, they have sat on the top of Qingdao, the reason is very simple, they are not like Pan Weigong to loot, nor like Guo Qingyi, people dare not think more, just ask for a reward, and then give them the qualification to eat this piece of fat.

In the meantime, the people who tried to challenge this gradually formed circle of interests almost died.

What's one of the most fucked things in life?

What you get from working hard is in other people's mouths, and you are still looking at it.

In the past two weeks, Zhao Kuangchao and the others can spend it in an extremely depressed situation, and the three people who have risen inexplicably are like an awl, which really inserted into the bone that Zhao Kuangchao and the others should go forward, and the more they moved, the deeper they thorned.

"Grandma, why don't we go and meet them?" Gong San'er shouted and scolded loudly in the Burning Love Building, these days, because Gong San'er was inexplicably nervous, and the Burning Love was also unstable, so Ma Nu simply drove Gong San'er upstairs to drink the northwest wind.

This tepid and cold wind makes people smoky, and so is the spirit of the four people standing upstairs.

Turtle San smoked Marlboro one by one, and did not hand it to Gong San'er, for Gui San, who has enjoyed too many things in life that others can't enjoy in a lifetime, it seems to be a very pleasant thing to watch this strange combination around him go to the storm one by one, at least when he returns to Beijing, he can brag with a dead party, this society where they are obscene every day, it turns out to be such a thing. But the people of this world will never know how many years it will take the characters to climb up to what they see in their eyes.

"Meng Dengtu, Lu Banqiao, Li Xiaoyong, all three of them died at their hands, are you sure we can all get by?" Zhao Kuangchao has also been decadent these days, and he hasn't shaved his beard today, he is wearing a bargain that he has gone to the stall these days, Dayue is wearing an extra-large sportswear, which is also from Zhao Kuangran's hand, although there is no sense of fashion at all, but Zhao Kuangchao looks very pleasing to the eye, although in Guisan's mouth it is a hillbilly who can no longer be dirty.

Gong San'er was dressed in rivers and lakes, hunched over and smoking Tashan, with a gritted teeth, as if he didn't want to think about Zhao Kuang's chaos, maybe if they really wanted to kill him, it would be no different from sending him to death.

"That's right." A female voice sounded behind the four of them, there were almost no guests on this rooftop, Zhao Kuang turned his head around, smiled, and called sister.