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Night Shanghai Hotel is not far from the Flower and Tree Club, although Pudong New Area is the heart of Huating, the sub-provincial municipal district, but the area is not vast, twelve streets and twenty-four towns are all, the night Shanghai Hotel is separated from the Flower and Tree Club by a street distance, four-star places, but located here, the occupancy rate is not much worse than other five-star hotels, the hardware facilities here, room service are not outstanding, but there is a facility that most hotels do not have - scene room.

Money and power are the biggest driving force that can push people forward, and in this era, these three things bring people a sense of accomplishment, even more than the belief of human beings themselves.

The so-called scene room is a large room with ingenious layout, there are torture rooms, infirmaries, classrooms, military training grounds, engine rooms, company offices, etc., which can be arranged in a real way, corresponding to a variety of women, policemen, female doctors, female nurses, female teachers, female soldiers, flight attendants, white-collar young women, etc., in the most real environment to bring the ultimate enjoyment to the guests.

The scene room service of the night Shanghai hotel is absolutely second to none in Pudong New Area, which can meet the special hobbies of all people for different professional women, in addition to secret gambling games, gambling money, gambling rooms, gambling women, and even gambling on a position in an agency unit, all have unique places.

The most important thing is that behind this series of shady things, there is an absolute confidentiality and confidentiality system.

Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and don't do what you shouldn't do.

The four should not be the professional standards of all employees of the night Shanghai hotel.

This is an era when darkness can be traded for light, crazy to the point of absurdity.

Although Yan Guotao is known as the godfather, he can dominate everyone and overwhelm everyone, but he also does not have the courage to command the world, outside of him, there are still several dark giants, the second master of the Chu family is counted as one, Kang Yanbing in Shanghai at night is counted as one, after the fall of Yan Guotao, the separated Yang Dadi is counted as half, in addition to several large forces that are not weaker than Chu Chengwu at all, as well as many small and medium-sized gang forces, So many people are maintaining the order of Huating's underground society together, breaking the rules in a small area and creating rules at the same time, after so many years, although there is a little friction, it is generally quite calm.

There were once good deeds who joked that if there were no underworld forces in Huating, there would be at least tens of thousands or even more unemployed people and no less than five-figure unemployed people in society, so Li Donglei, secretary of the municipal party committee, even if he was a rare high-ranking official with great courage and wisdom, did not dare to take action with ruthless medicine, although this is a joke, but it can also be seen that the special position occupied by the underworld forces in Huating.

Late at night and early in the morning.

Under the miserable white moonlight, the first van lined up in a long line, rushing straight from Qingpu District to Pudong New Area, and finally stopped at the door of the Shanghai Hotel at night.

The door of the van at the front opened, and Fang Haoran, who thought he was a good socialist young man, jumped out of the car even if he stepped into the darkness, looked at Yan Di and Huzi who got out of the car later, and said with a smile: "Huzi walks in the front, can attract firepower for me and Yan Di's great beauty, it is useless to be a scholar, our buddies will also play tricks, and the rest, you have to go with dozens of brothers in the back." ”

Huzi smiled innocently, scratched his head and said, "Okay." ”

Fang Haoran smiled, cheekily hugged Yan Di's shoulders, followed behind Huzi, and made a car with them, as well as three Class A students with the strongest combat effectiveness in the school, the iron hand brought out by Liang Jingyu himself was impressively in the ranks, and six people entered the main entrance of the hotel unimpeded.

"Do you want accommodation?"

The sleepy lady on duty at the front desk suddenly became more energetic and showed a smile when she saw someone coming in.

"I'll look for the Director."

Fang Haoran stood behind Huzi and said with a smile.

The face of the young lady on duty changed instantly, and she smiled a little unnaturally: "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about, may I ask which bureau director are you looking for?" Sorry, we don't have government workers here today. ”

"Looking for the director of the gambling bureau."

Fang Haoran said with a smile, pulled out an eye, took a deep breath, and looked kind: "Chicks are not allowed to lie, since we can find here, we will definitely not come here without understanding, don't worry, we have no malicious intentions." You see, we're here with brothers, and if you want to break in, you'll start smashing things directly, who will talk to you about it? ”

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded instantly.

Behind Fang Haoran, dozens of people entered the lobby on the first floor of the Night Shanghai Hotel together, with an astonishing momentum, but they were silent.

The front desk lady was pale, completely unaware of why this happened, and bit her lip and said, "Who are you?" ”

Fang Haoran raised his eyebrows, and said with a hippie smile: "Our boss said that we are the underworld. Go get the director here. ”

The term "bureau chief" does not refer to government workers, but rather a term that has become popular recently.

The director is a person who gathers everyone to gather in a certain place to make a gambling game, he provides confidentiality and protection for everyone involved in gambling, and then takes a cut according to how much money is a unit, and everyone must give the director a certain amount of money regardless of whether he wins or loses, and the simplest analogy is that if it is calculated as a unit of 1,000 yuan, it is called 1 out of 10. That is to say, those who participate in gambling, if they win 1,000 yuan, they will give 100 to the director, and if they lose 1,000 yuan, they will also give the director 100 yuan, and the bigger they play, the more they will give.

The environment of Pudong New Area is not suitable for opening large-scale underground casinos, so the irregular gambling bureaus and bureau chiefs came into being, most of them are the owners of some formal places, opening secret gambling games on their own turf, doing the work of only providing a place to get money, as long as they are not reported, under normal circumstances, there is no risk.

And the director of the night Shanghai hotel, even if he is called the largest director in Pudong New Area, can easily earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a day just by relying on this, and he doesn't have to pay taxes.

The front desk lady quickly picked up the phone, dialed the general manager of the hotel, and waited for the other party to connect, and then hurriedly said: "Director, ah, no, Mr. Zhao, there are a group of people downstairs who want to see you." ”

The voice on the phone was unusually messy, and there seemed to be the sound of mahjong, and then a man's rude voice rang out: ", you can't talk?" What director? You little bitches at the front desk, fucking owe men to fuck again? Whoever wants to see me, panic JB panic. ”

"He said they were the underworld."

The front desk lady said with a look of grievance, looking at the dozens of people standing motionless in front of her, she wanted to cry, where is this like an underworld, saying that the army is almost the same.

"Underworld?"

The so-called director Mr. Zhao was also stunned for a while, and then said impatiently: "Tell him that this is Brother Kang's territory, let them get away." ”

Fang Haoran snatched the phone from the front desk lady and said with a smile: "Brother Kang is so good. Force? Mr. Zhao, you'd better come down and see you, otherwise if there is any misunderstanding, everyone will not look good. ”

Mr. Zhao's voice on the phone immediately fell silent, and he didn't scold the street, and after a while, he said indifferently: "You give the phone to the front desk." ”

Fang Haoran was stunned, and handed the microphone to the front desk lady very cooperatively.

"How many of them are there?"

Mr. Zhao immediately lowered his voice and asked, instead of scolding the other party and letting others hang up the phone, it is better to get some useful information from his own mouth, at least prepare early, he has always been a very cautious person.

"Few... Dozens of people. ”

The front desk lady said with a crying voice.

Mr. Zhao immediately hung up the phone, stood up from the mahjong table, and said with a gloomy face: "You guys play first, there seems to be a group of troublemakers downstairs, I'll take a look." ”

He walked out of the suite, looked at the security guard standing in the hallway, and beckoned, "Call everyone to me and come down with me." ”

The security guard was stunned for a moment, nodded, turned around and began to gather people.

"Wait a minute."

Mr. Zhao stopped him, and said with a cold and hideous face: "Let everyone bring the guys, maybe you will see some blood." ”

"Don't worry, boss, the brothers here have stayed here for so long, and they really don't scare anyone."

The security guard grinned, took the walkie-talkie, and began to gather people.

When Mr. Zhao came to the front desk hall with dozens of security guards throughout the hotel, he happened to see a lewd short man with a figure of less than 1.7 meters lying on the front desk, teasing the front desk lady with a hippie smile.

Mr. Zhao, whose full name is Zhao Guangde, was furious, held back his anger, his eyes swept around, he didn't find familiar faces, and he felt a little confident in his heart, and preconceived that they were gangsters who had just debuted for a long time, and walked over and sneered: "Everyone, what is the Shanghai hotel that night?" Came to see me in the middle of the night, do you have to give an explanation? ”

Fang Haoran, who was playing happily at the front desk, turned his head lazily and said casually: "Majestic? Where can I compare to Mr. Zhao, come on, come on, come here, let's talk and talk. ”

Lazy and lazy, but it was a commanding tone that even a fool could hear, as if he didn't take this Kang Yanbing's right-hand man in his eyes at all.

"You're the boss?"

Zhao Guangde narrowed his eyes, and felt that something was wrong with tonight's affairs for no reason, they didn't seem to be ordinary little hooligans, just standing in that momentum of silence without saying a word, it was not comparable to ordinary forces, the current situation in Huating was deadlocked, and they were all waiting for the end of Fang Heng's matter, could it be that a certain big man in Huating had news and had begun to act in advance? So which giant is playing the cards this time?

"Our boss doesn't have time to talk to you for the time being, but he asked me to bring you a piece of information, if you are interested, you can take a look."

Fang Haoran smiled, took out an envelope from his arms, it was very thin, pinched it gently, threw it directly, and finally fell in front of Zhao Guangde.

Zhao Guangde's face was cloudy, he hesitated, bent down to pick up the letter and opened it, but found that there was only an A4 paper inside, he squinted his eyes slightly, opened the paper, just glanced at it, and completely changed color.

On an A4 piece of paper, all his crimes from his debut to the present, murder, arson, rape, theft and drug trafficking, are recorded quite clearly, when he did it, where he did it, with whom he did it, and what he did, all of which were marked, detailed and brief, and even recorded his tryst with Kang Yanbing's little lover yesterday.

Who the has such a huge intelligence network?

If this kind of thing is exposed, the law will sentence him to death, and even Kang Yanbing, who has always had a good relationship with him, will not let him go.

Zhao Guangde's mind was blank, his face was like ashes, he looked at the young man in front of him, and said weakly: "Who is your boss?" ”

"There is more than one copy of this information, our boss said, as long as the information is still in his hands, he is your father."

Fang Haoran said with a smile, took out a cigarette and took a puff, looking leisurely.

"What do you want?"

Zhao Guangde clenched his fists tightly, endured this insult, and said in a cold tone.

"If you want to stay in Shanghai for a night, the scene room here is a must!"

When the short young man said this, his eyes lit up, and his face was excited, and his true feelings were revealed, and he squinted his eyes slightly, as if he had begun to understand the wonderful situation after he entered the scene room.

"I want to stay in Shanghai Hotel for the night..."

Zhao Guangde muttered to himself, grabbed the A4 paper, his eyes gradually became cold, he now has an absolute advantage in numbers, and even he has a gun in his hand, if he takes down this group of people now and becomes a hostage to exchange information in the hands of the other party's boss, it should be successful, right?

Fight or compromise?

This is a problem.

Zhao Guangde's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he changed violently.

"Brother Fang, Wang Shao wants me to take a look, is there anything I need help with?"

A voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Liang Jingyu, who had long fiery red hair, separated the crowd, looked gloomy, and strode over.

Zhao Guangde's heart twitched, and the moment he saw this red-haired young man, he immediately dispelled the idea of continuing to fight.

Loyal dog. Sissy!

The shadow of the famous tree, how many people were killed by this big killer weapon who followed Yan Guotao in the past, I'm afraid even he doesn't know, and in the entire underground society of Huating, few people are willing to clash with him head-on.

Seeing this person at the same time, Zhao Guangde also instantly understood who was hiding behind the back and was the first to play the cards tonight.

Uncle of the Chu family!

Accidents, accidents.

Zhao Guangde's expression was numb, and he slowly folded the A4 paper and put it in his pocket, and said indifferently: "What do you want?" ”

Fang Haoran nodded at Liang Jingyu and said with a smile: "Trouble Mr. Zhao, deign to come with us, oh, by the way, don't be quiet, you know, we have no malicious intentions." ”

Zhao Guangde was expressionless and nodded.

"Take it away."

Fang Haoran waved his hand, and two men immediately stood up in the crowd behind him, standing behind Zhao Guangde and signaling him to leave.

"You go back first, it's okay, I'll come when I go."

Zhao Guangde said with a bleak expression, pressed by the two people behind him, and followed Fang Haoran out of the night Shanghai hall together.

No killing, no blood.

A small storm in a big storm quickly resolved.

Fang Haoran walked out of the door of the Shanghai Hotel at night, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "It's done, it's neat." ”

Liang Jingyu smiled and said softly, "Brother Fang, if it's okay, let's go first." ”

Fang Haoran nodded, gave Liang Jingyu a cigarette, looked at his back as he left, and was silent for a while before taking a deep breath and waving his hand: "Next stop, continue." ”

Zhao Guangde watched Fang Haoran lead people away, followed behind the other two people, took a car, and walked away from the night Shanghai Hotel in the opposite direction, laughing at himself: "I'm afraid I'll see a lot of acquaintances tonight, right?" ”

Nobody cares.

The two men in charge of escorting him were expressionless and stared ahead.

Zhao Guangde didn't mind, squinted his eyes, looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, leaned on the back chair behind him, and muttered, "Wang Fuxing... Good means. ”