Brother Prince, whose real name is Wan Xulong, is five years old Chinese New Year's Eve today, but in terms of qualifications, this guy can be regarded as an old fritter on the road.

In the 90s, with the reform and opening up, Hong Kong and American blockbusters also began to enter the mainland market, and at that time, it was the era of the rise and madness of video halls.

Wan Xulong was only a teenager at that time, and he was at the age of adolescence when he was prone to making mistakes, and after watching a few steps in the video hall, he felt that they were very handsome, and they were very majestic as big brothers - drinking, pickling girls, cutting people, being rich and powerful, this is exactly the life he wants.

So, he found a few young people who also dropped out of school, and several of them formed a small group, with fighting for others and helping others out of their main business.

There are more stubborn masters in these four nine cities, and a few of their young people are not even with Mao, but Wan Xulong has made a name for himself by relying on a ruthless word, but later, Wan Xulong found that it is definitely not a way to mix like this, especially if he is still mixed under the roots of the imperial city, it is easy to have an accident, so he began to use some of the money he has accumulated over the years to start a loan business, which is the legendary usury.

As a result, this life is good, small investment, high returns, after more than ten years, now there is not more than 100 million yuan but also 10 million yuan, and he has become the general manager of the investment company. In fact, this so-called investment company is just a nice name, but what it does behind the scenes is still usury.

"I'm looking for you." Yan Murong sat there steadily, looked at Wan Xulong and said. "You're the legendary prince?"

"It's me, who are the two? Helping me discipline my little brother is really hard work. Wan Xu Longpi asked with a smile. Although he is proud, he is not a fool, and he must have something to rely on if he can beat his little brother and dare to let people call him to meet. Moreover, this is Yanjing, there are countless first, second and third-rate sons, and they can spare the earth a few times if they lie flat, these two in front of you, are they the sons of which family?

Although Wan Xulong has doubts, he has not been a fool in the past 20 years, and he has a lot of connections, and he doesn't care about some second-rate and third-rate sons.

"What a coincidence, both of us are also princes." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I just don't know which of our three princes is more real?"

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Wan Xulong's face suddenly changed - of course, he was not angry, but frightened.

The word prince, in ancient times, naturally refers to the son of the emperor who named him to take over the throne, and now, it is more of a nickname, for example, in order to make his nickname sound louder and more scary, a certain underworld brother takes a nickname such as prince and emperor - of course, there is also an explanation, which is what Wan Xulong is most unwilling to think about - ***.

, This is a special name for some of the top sons and daughters in Yanjing, only their level is worthy of being called ***, and these people are people he can't afford to mess with.

Of course, Wan Xulong is not a brainless person, so naturally he will not believe what others say. After a short period of shock, his eyes swept over Yan Murong and Ning Kun, and then fell on the clothes of the two.

Ning Kun was wearing a suit, which was not too expensive but not too expensive, as for Yan Murong, not to mention, it was still a cheap sportswear that was comfortable to wear but inconspicuous.

As a result, Wan Xulong's heart became a lot more stable.

It's not that he hasn't seen ***, and he's seen a lot. Look at those *** princesses, which one is not wearing gold and silver, and they are driving luxury cars with a lot of value when they go out, even if they are wearing sportswear, the sportswear of others is also customized from abroad, who will wear this kind of clothes that are hundreds of yuan in a specialty store?

"Haha, the two brothers are really joking." Wan Xulong laughed, took the chair handed over by his subordinates and sat down, took out a cigar from his pocket and sandwiched it between his fingers, and immediately a subordinate handed it over with a lighter.

Lighting the cigar, Wan Xulong took a puff and said. "Both of you, we are both understanding people, don't bluff me, I won't bluff you - my prince brother has not been mixed up for a year or two, what about today's matter, maybe there is some misunderstanding, I also believe that you are not the one who owes me money, so what, let's take over this matter, how about it?"

"That's right, peace is precious." Yan Murong smiled and nodded.

"Haha, that's right, harmony is precious." Wan Xulong laughed and said to his subordinates. "Did you hear that, what age is this, you are still fighting and killing, and you must value peace, you know?"

As he spoke, Wan Xulong suddenly changed his words, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Since you said that peace is precious, then, if you hurt three of my men, how should this account be calculated?"

"How do you want to calculate?" Yan Murong asked with a smile, ignoring the hostile eyes of the sturdy men behind Wan Xulong.

"Little brother is also happy, I like to talk to happy people." Wan Xulong looked at Yan Murong with an appreciative expression and said. "Since you let me say it, I don't embarrass you, if you hurt three of me, just give some medical expenses for each of you - 500,000 per person, not much, right?"

Yan Murong was angry, he had always blackmailed others, but he didn't think that he was pecked in the eyes by the wild goose today, and someone knocked him on the head.

Ning Kun was also happy, two days ago he was knocked on the bamboo pole by Yan Murong, and today when he saw someone knocking on Yan Murong's bamboo pole, he couldn't help but secretly scream Cool, this is really evil and evil retribution.

"Not much, not at all." Yan Murong nodded and said. "In order to show my sincerity, I decided to give you 1.5 million in cash, so be it, you wait, I'll make a call and have someone deliver the money."

"Wait." Wan Xulong suddenly stopped Yan Murong and said with a sneer. "Little brother, I said, you don't bluff me, I don't bluff you - ask someone to send money? Are you trying to call the police? ”

"Call the police? How could it be. Yan Murong looked innocent. I'm doing this to show my sincerity - and since you don't want cash, check it. ”

As he spoke, Yan Murong put his hand into his arms, as if he was going to take out a checkbook.

"Wait." Wan Xulong shouted again.

"What's wrong again?" Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"No need for checks." Wan Xulong said with a smile. "Since this is your sincerity, if I don't accept it, I really won't give my brother face, that's it, 1.5 million, I want cash."

"Boss Wan is refreshing enough." Yan Murong laughed, grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

"Sister-in-law, I'm in Hongtian Building, a good brother I just met borrowed money from me, I don't have that much cash, you can send 1.5 million cash over, uh-huh, hurry up, I'll wait for you."