The peaks are like gathering, and the waves are like fury.

Out of the Dongjiang River to the north, along the 101 National Highway walk less than 100 miles, in the center surrounded by mountains, there is a town that is not too big, the town has a single name of money, it is called Qian Town.

The reason why Qian Town is called "Qian" is not because most of the residents have the surname Qian, but because the people who come to this place are here for money.

In Linhai, there are two large-scale smuggling routes, one of which is spread to the southwest through the Dongjiang River, an open city extending in all directions; The other is through the Anhuai landing, westward into the mountains of Qian Town, from here to get off the hands of transit, the goods go straight to Zhenshan City, and then disperse to the north.

Although these two routes are both smuggling, they have different forms.

On this route, most of the smuggled goods are high-end goods from abroad, such as tobacco and alcohol, clothing, vehicles, electronic equipment, and even crude oil, steel, and so on. Not to mention petty smuggling, the high-end ones are reversed by small freighters, the better ones are made with small boats, and even those that are pounded with sampans, such smuggling has existed since ancient times, and even the sea ban cannot be banned, let alone in today's open era.

Speaking of those big smugglers, most of them follow the path of collusion between officials and businessmen, and of course, the collusion between officials and businessmen is secret, and no one can afford this responsibility in name. The smuggled goods have proper customs entry procedures, go directly to the port by water, and then be transported away from the port and land with a swagger. The distribution of benefits here is very complicated, and it is definitely illegal to break the law, and it will also have an impact on the domestic economy. However, there is no shortage of groups that have interests in the audience, and it is no exaggeration to say that from the common people to the smugglers, to the officials and local governments, they can all get some benefits from this kind of smuggling, which is not only money, but also convenience and political achievements.

A master once said: Once there is a proper profit, capital will be bold. If there is a 10 percent profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; With twenty percent profit, it becomes active; With a 50 percent profit, it takes a risk; For the sake of 100 percent profit, it dares to trample on all human laws; With a profit of 300 percent, it dares to commit any crime, even risking hanging its head.

Smuggling is an act of making money, and the chain of interests formed by the smuggling circle is extremely large, so even if it is a crime, it is difficult to eradicate it.

Compared with the Dongjiang smuggling, the Anhuai route looks much smaller in scale, but it is also much more dangerous and bloody. Because of this route, smuggling can only be regarded as a side business, mainly drug transportation.

Anhuai does not have a natural harbor like the Dongjiang River, but hundreds of kilometers of coastline are forbidden, making it a holy place for transporting drugs. The poison is small in size, high in price, and easy to transport, and it is a "good thing" that can make a fortune with a sampan. In order to avoid the nose of the police, drug dealers have to go through several or even dozens of handovers before transporting the drugs out of Anhuai. Out of Anhuai to the west into the mountains, a person with a dozen kilograms of poison, like a drop of water thrown into the sea, although the police desperately set up a net, it is difficult to completely eradicate it, but there is a trend of intensification.

The drug transporters only sent the poison to Qian Town, and then all kinds of demolition houses and brokers pounced on them like flies smelling blood, broke into pieces and entered Zhenshan westward, and gradually dispersed.

As a transit point for drugs, Qian Zhen is full of sex and violence, and the only thing people here have is money and life. Qian Town is a cancer in the sea, there are no trains passing here, but ordinary people will not come here to enjoy the wind and snow, only liars, sex workers, addicts, drug dealers, poor people who can't survive, and of course, the police, many police, all kinds of police in the open and in the dark.

The temperature in Qian Town has just warmed up, the wind is blowing, and occasionally some snowflakes are rolled. At noon that day, two young people, a man and a woman, helped a skinny centenarian into Qian Town.

That's right, I walked in.

In ordinary towns, it is very common for three people to come and go, but in the eyes of the people of Qian Town, it is very strange to walk in three people like this, these three people are either fat sheep, or strips, or old customers on the road.

Either way, it should be the object that the people of Qian Zhen should pay attention to.

Erhei is one of the people in Qianzhen, don't look at him as Erhei, it's not that he is the second, but that he is black to the enemy and black to himself, so he is called this nickname. Erhei is the real big brother on the ground of South Street, he was originally a ruffian in Longjiang Province, at the end of the last century, after the murder, he went south to Guangshen to work hard, with his young wit mixed some net worth, and also took a master to step into practice, and then ran to Qian Town with a knife to kill a river of blood, and achieved a "hegemony" on his own. Even now, when the police see him, they have to call him "Second Master", and he is only thirty-four years old, which is the golden time of youth and strength.

Erhei likes Cantonese catering, he feels that he is not tired of eating, Cantonese catering is more tasteful than the green onion dipping sauce in the Great Northern Wilderness, therefore, every day at noon, he has to eat in the most high-grade Guangyuan Building in Qian Town, sitting at the window of the high place, and the second master can see the three grandchildren who walked into the town at a glance.

The young man was a little white-faced, a bit like a girl, and the woman was born with a beautiful face and a very weak face. If you look closely, a man and a woman are somewhat similar, they should not be lovers, but sisters and brothers.

"If these three people have a problem, you go and talk to them."

The second master hooked his hand, and some horses galloped downstairs, and the horses followed behind the three grandchildren. In fact, everyone understands in their hearts, the second master is the golden age of energy, the little girl's face is so tender that she can pinch out the water, those peripheral women who rely on the foundation to smear it, the green tea and her are not even the slag, especially the two legs wrapped in jeans, that smooth, round, that elastic, tsk, the second master is a drunkard, not in the wine, but between the woman's legs!

Sure enough, the horses followed the grandfather and grandson into the food stall unhurriedly, and within two minutes, the second master drove over. For a time, the food stalls were full of high-rollers.

Erhei didn't look at the girl in a hurry, he has always been cautious in doing things, and if he doesn't find out the details of the three people, he won't make a move easily. The centenarian looked like dry bones, and his eyes were full of whites, like a blind man. But it was such a thin old guy who actually gave Erhei a sense of heaviness and heaviness, which made him a little surprised.

However, it was only a surprise. A hundred-year-old guy, the power of flesh and blood has long dried up, no matter how awesome he is, what can he become!

Moreover, these three people don't seem to have any background, so they don't have to choose food stalls to eat, they order big fish and meat, like nouveau riche. Except for the fact that the old guy picked up the softest part under the dorsal fin when he ate fish, which was slightly noble, the sister and brother ate like pigs grabbing food, and it was not an exaggeration to use the wind and clouds.

"A down-and-out old man led two young people who had never seen the world to pan for gold."

This is the conclusion that Erhei reached, he hooked his hand at his subordinates, and told his subordinates to contact the three of them, no matter what the purpose is, to give the best help, invite them as guests, and slowly figure them out. The second master is not a master who likes to be a forced actor, but a sentimental and principled boss.

The second master told his subordinates that his eyes inevitably drifted to the table of three, and at this moment, the old guy who drank porridge slowly said a word, which made the atmosphere of the entire food stall tense all of a sudden.

"What are you looking at?"

Erhei didn't realize that the old guy was talking to him, and continued to order his subordinates. I saw the old man put the bowl on the table, stretched out his finger and pointed at him, and asked again: "What do you see?" ”

A room full of people stood up, and the second master also smiled, he remembered the past in the Northeast, and because of such a sentence, he embarked on a different life path, although it looks good now, but the home in the Northeast, he will never go back.

In the Northeast, what you actually mean is not to ask what you are looking at, but to tell you that you can do it. This is a declaration of war, not a trigger for fighting. After so many years, Erhei misses this sentence a little.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the old fellow with contempt, and replied with a standard answer comparable to a textbook: "Just look at you, whatever!" ”

The old guy's accent was a bit northeastern, and he hooked his hand towards Erhei, raised his neck and said, "Come, come, let's come and chat." ”

On the territory of the second master, shouting with the second master, and asking the second master to go over to nag, which made the second master's horses embarrassed, a big man slammed the table and stood up, scolding: "Nag your grandmother a whistle, you old man, dare to talk to the second master like this, the master ......"

Before the big man finished speaking, he saw a white shadow from far and near to his eyes, and his front teeth were directly smashed with a snap, and the broken ballast of the white porcelain bowl crossed the corner of his eye, and he was almost blind.

"Fuck ......"

"Kill them ......"

More than 20 horses rushed up with sticks, and the second master leaned back on the chair for a long time, and said slowly: "Be careful, Sven." ”

These words are very light, but they clearly fall into the ears of every boy. All the horses knew that the boss meant something gentle to the woman, and the stick only greeted the feminine man who had just thrown the teacup, and as for the old man, two of them had gone to grab the collar, and they were also afraid that they would be stoned to death by a stick.

More than 20 people pressed towards a table with a fierce momentum, not to mention that there were only old people, women and "yin and yang people" on the other side, even three experienced masters who had to be torn to pieces by wolves.

For a while, the roars and howls were endless, blood splattered everywhere, and even two drops of blood passed through the dense crowd and fell into the second master's tea bowl.

Erhei frowned and pressed the tea bowl on the table, poked his neck to look at the fighting ground, and saw a dozen horses roaring to rush inside, and it seemed that the people inside were desperately climbing out......

That's right, it's climbing!

Erhei saw that Scarface, the youngest brother who was the best under his hand, had just crawled to reveal his head, and was dragged back by a force, leaving two long blood marks on the ground.

[Author's digression]: What do you see?

What the hell are you pumping......

Anyway, when Tangerine was young, he didn't fight because of this!