Seeing this group of beggars Ma Ziming couldn't help frowning, this group of people stood dirty at the door one by one, and the guests who wanted to eat were scared away by them, the purpose of this group of people was obviously to make him Ma Ziming unable to do business.

"Why don't you call Fu Biao and get this group of people away?" Zhang Xiaowan looked at Ma Ziming, who was expressionless.

Ma Ziming shook his head and didn't speak, today's events are really one after another.

Ma Ziming smiled slightly, walked straight downstairs, and sat opposite the beggar who took the lead.

The beggar raised his head, revealing the black ash of his face, and raised his voice and said, "Who are you!" ”

Ma Ziming poured himself a cup of hot water and took a sip, "My name is Ma Ziming, the owner of this shop." ”

The beggar was obviously stunned, but then shook his head mechanically, "I don't know, what kind of bird is Ming, the ruffian is Ming." ”

In the mahjong hall in the ancient city, Luo Lao, Da Long, Erlong, and Yan Ge gathered a table of mahjong.

Yan Ge grabbed the cards in his hand, "Big brother, when are we going to get Ma Ziming!" ”

"Yes! I can't bear Xiaolong's hatred. "As Xiaolong's eldest brother, Dalong couldn't sit still and wanted to kill Ma Ziming immediately, but Luo Lao didn't say anything, he didn't dare to move.

Luo Lao picked up a cigarette, didn't say a word, and continued to play mahjong.

"This..." Da Long's face was embarrassed, where did he have the heart to play cards, thinking of Xiao Long's broken arm, Da Long couldn't wait to tear Ma Ziming apart, "Boss Luo, are we too columsy." ”

"If this is the case again, no one on the road will look up to us." Yan Ge and Dalong sang and harmonized.

"Keep your mouth shut and play cards." Luo Lao spoke very simply.

Da Long was trembling with anger, and just wanted to slap the table and stand up, Erlong, who had been silent, pushed his gold-wire glasses, "Big brother, don't be impulsive, you will lose if you are impulsive." ”

"What do you mean?" Dalong was confused and couldn't understand Erlong's words.

Luo Lao touched a card and said with a wicked smile, "One word: forbearance." ”

"It's all on our heads, how can you bear it?" The vulgar metaphor of the dragon is also true.

"To make it perish, you must first make it mad." Erlong leaned back in his seat and muttered, "If you go crazy first, you'll lose." ”

Dalong seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and reluctantly touched the cards in his hand: "Then we can't sit still!" ”

"Hey! Hey! Erlong smiled evilly, "Don't worry, you should have gone long ago." ”

A younger brother hurriedly ran up, "Big brother, that group of beggars has already started to make a fuss, it is estimated that it won't take a while for Ma Ziming to hold it back." ”

"Hmm!" Luo Lao nodded, "Got it, go down!" ”

The younger brother nodded and retreated.

"What's going on?" Da Long and Yan Ge asked at the same time.

"Again, if you want it to perish, you must first make it crazy." After Luo Lao finished speaking, he continued to play cards.

Although Yan Ge and Dalong may not have understood Luo Lao's move, the military Erlong on the side already knew that Xiaolong intercepted Ma Ziming and lost a round.

Luo Lao immediately played the second card, the government plus the beggars, double-sided attack, although he couldn't do anything about Ma Ziming, but it was enough to make him mess up, once he messed up the square inch Ma Ziming lost, and more importantly, Luo Lao had spent a lot of money to invite a group of gunmen from Chaodong, which of these gunmen were the people of the case.

"Phew!" Luo Lao threw a Type 54 pistol on the mahjong table, "Who is going to kill Ma Ziming tonight?" ”

Luo Lao's decision was not hasty, Ma Ziming passed through the opening of the hotel, and then he was in trouble, ensuring that his head was big, so he naturally neglected to take precautions, and Ma Ziming was negligent at all, so he was not far from death.

And this move is the shouting that Luo Lao saw from the book, attacking east and west, feint on the surface, and crush the enemy at a critical moment.

"I..." Da Long and Yan Ge said this sentence at the same time.

"Who's going?" Luo Lao's face was expressionless.

"I'll go, I haven't settled the account with him last time!" Yan Ge gritted his teeth, eager to tear Ma Ziming apart now.

"You're just injured, I'll go, I'll avenge Xiaolong with my own hands." After Dalong finished speaking, he clenched his fists, and his heart trembled when he thought of Xiaolong's bloody arm in the hospital.

The real decisive battle is getting closer and closer.

Outside a hotel, Huang Zhenhai couldn't sit still, "What's wrong, inside." ”

The driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, covered his eyes with his hands, "It doesn't seem to be moving!" ”

"What's the situation?" Huang Zhenhai looked dissatisfied, he had already received news from Luo Lao that there might be a brawl at the door of a hotel today, and Huang Zhenhai understood it when he arrived at the scene.

Huang Zhenhai thought that with Ma Ziming's character, he would definitely find someone to beat this group of beggars fat, and when he appeared again to arrest him Ma Ziming, maybe he could make a contribution, after all, it is not easy to handle the case now.

Ma Ziming in a hotel smiled slightly, "How much does Old Luo give you a day." ”

Ma Ziming is such a character, how could he not see through the fancy intestines of this group of beggars, except for Luo Lao, no one else can do this.

"What Luo Lao, I don't know?" Although the beggar spoke quickly, it was revealed that he was lying.

"As much as he gives you, I give you double." After Ma Ziming finished speaking, he stretched out two hands to the beggar to sign.

After listening to the beggar's words, Ma Ziming was 100% sure that this group of people was sent by Luo Lao, and the more this happened, the more Ma Ziming couldn't be impulsive, otherwise he would fall into Luo Lao's trap.

"I'm not here for money." The beggar raised his head and deliberately did not look at Ma Ziming.

"Smack!" Ma Ziming slapped five bright red bills on the table, "Yours." ”

The beggar glanced at the five bills on the table, and was in a hurry, it was five hundred yuan, and the beggar sat in his heart and struggled with his thoughts.

"Smack!" Ma Ziming slapped five red bills on the table again, "A thousand yuan, how about it?" ”

The beggar stared at the thousand pieces on the table, swallowed his saliva and hesitated: "This..."

"Smack!" This time, Ma Ziming did not take the money but his hand, "If you don't take this money, you will come to make trouble, I will chop you up and feed it to the dog immediately." ”

The beggar was frightened when he heard Ma Ziming's words, especially after chopping and feeding the dog, and it was himself, he believed that Ma Ziming didn't dare to chop so many people, but it was more than enough to chop him.

"If you have something to say, it's good to say." The beggar immediately smiled and grabbed the money from the table with his dirty hand.

"Tell me, how much does Elder Luo give you." Ma Ziming smiled slightly, the beggar died after all, and the beggar was frightened by him and immediately told the truth.

"Three hundred and one days." The beggar said and held out his hand.

"Three hundred days per person?" Ma Ziming asked.

The beggar shook his head, "All of them together are three hundred. ”

"Haha!" Ma Ziming couldn't help laughing, "Old Luo is really good at business." "There were at least fifty or sixty beggars present, and the average person did not even have ten yuan.

"I'll give you six hundred, and now I'll take your people away." After Ma Ziming finished speaking, he took out 6 red bills from his wallet.

The beggar's smiling face blossomed when he saw the banknote, "Thank you, Brother Pony." ”

"Don't you know me?" Ma Ziming smiled slightly.

"Know, know, I've seen you at the flyover." The beggar arched his hand, "My name is millet, and I eat mixed rice on the overpass." ”

Ma Ziming knew that although this group of people were dressed sloppily, they were all professional workers, and they were not the same thing as real beggars at all.

"You have a deal to greet me in the future." Millet smiled and put the banknote into her clothes.

"Hmmm! Definitely, definitely. Ma Ziming nodded.

"Okay!" Millet shouted, "The brothers are done." ”