In the afternoon, from time to time, there are luxury cars parked in front of the Wanghe Tower, Land Rover, Cayenne, Q7 mostly, perhaps these three SUVs are more domineering, quite popular with the rivers and lakes, rare social big brothers or single-handedly or with three or two fierce little brothers, wave after wave into the Wanghe Tower.

Hong Sihai's field was swept away, but his face was still good.

Almost all the people on the road came to cheer, and the scene was spectacular.

Twenty or thirty years ago, some of these people squatted at the train station to touch porcelain, some opened a yellow video hall, and some ran a small hotel that hid women who had lost their footing.

The big brothers from all walks of life gathered, dozens of parking spaces in front of Wanghelou are simply not enough, and the follow-up cars are parked on both sides of the riverside road in front of Wanghelou, gradually occupying more than 100 meters of road section, passers-by look at this road like the scene of the car exhibition, stunned and surprised, thinking that which big man is chartering the field in Wanghelou.

A traffic policeman rode a police motorcycle through Wanghelou, saw the luxury cars illegally parked on both sides of the road, was overjoyed, banged on the accelerator, wanted to post a ticket, and looked at the license plate that has been remembered by most of the traffic police in Xijing.

Under power, the big brothers are scumbags.

This is the self-confidence of leaders at or above the municipal level.

The little traffic policeman who rides a motorcycle around the street every day does not have the courage.

Hong Sihai's Rolls-Royce Phantom, Liu Jianguo's Bentley Continental, and Zheng Taisao's incredible Lamborghini Batcar made their final appearance.

The three big brother-level fierce men enjoyed the treatment of the stars holding the moon and stepped into the Wanghe Tower.

"Hong Ye"

"Brother Liu"

"Brother Tai"

Gathered in the rivers and lakes in Wanghelou, competing to greet the three eldest brothers, many of them can say a few words to the three of them, regard this as glory and show off capital, after all, these three people are the legends of their generation and the symbol of an era in Xijing Jianghu.

Although the three of them are old, their glory is still the same.

The passage of time has not diluted the imprint of the land they carved into Xijing after the reform and opening up, and the provincial party committee and municipal party committee have changed one stubble after another, but the foundation of the big brothers has never wavered.

Hong Sihai was a little excited when he saw so many old brothers cheering on the scene, grabbed a lame old brother, recalled the past, and said with emotion: "Da Liu, you were much more fierce than me back then, alone, with a boning knife, fighting with the group of veterans who fought in the Vietnam War in the grain depot, and lying down for seven, if you didn't hurt your leg, you would definitely be better than me now." ”

The lame old bastard listened to Hong Ye's words, and trembled with excitement, as if he had returned to more than 20 years ago, at that time, when he moved the knife, Hong Sihai in front of him was a little afraid of him, if his leg was not lame, his achievements now are far more than opening two bathhouses and this Wanghe Tower.

It's a pity that life can't be repeated.

What is past is gone forever.

Thinking of this, his face, which was flushed with excitement, quickly dimmed, and he held Hong Sihai's hand and said, "The heroes don't mention the courage of the year, and now Xijing is your world under the eyes of Master Hong." ”

"That's not right, Xijing is not my world, it's the world of our brothers." Hong Sihai smiled heartily, and the rest of the people echoed.

Liu Jianguo was relatively low-key and did not say anything impassioned.

Zheng Tai has always been a maverick, only talking to a few big bastards who get close, and disdains small roles.

In the Wanghe Tower, the atmosphere is warm, and a group of old rivers and lakes are spitting stars and chatting about the past, all of them seem to be younger than ten or twenty years old, full of pride.

Outside the Wanghe Tower.

A white Aston Martin and an Audi A6 appeared.

There was no place to park, Yang Chen had no choice but to park the car on the side of the road, push the door and get out of the car, the stone Longjiu in the Audi A6 did not get out of the car unhurriedly, standing on both sides of Yang Chen on the left and right, like two door gods, the stone raised his eyes and looked around, and sneered: "Hong Sihai really gives us face, the whole pomp is not small." ”

"These rags are almost like bluffing children." Long Jiu didn't care about pouting, the strength of the leader, he knew very well that he was making a big move abroad, using armed helicopters, armored vehicles, and all kinds of heavy weapons, and it was a joke to scare his boss with these broken cars.

"Let's go inside."

Yang Chen smiled casually and strode towards Wanghe Tower.

Three strong men walked side by side, attracting people's attention, especially Yang Chen in the center, handsome and chic, and domineering, the little girl on the side of the road looked stupid.

In the Wanghe Tower, there were dozens of people sitting on the first floor, and dozens of people sitting on the second floor, all of them with unkind eyes, staring at Yang Chen, who was leisurely going straight up to the third floor, like a fool who was about to die.

Also, Yang Chen, an outsider, provoked the entire Xijing underworld.

Any right-thinking local bastard will feel that this is tantamount to death.

If there is no one next to Yang Chen, climb to the third floor, there are more people on the third floor, it is estimated that all the first- and second-tier bastards in Xijing are here, Hong Sihai and the others did not wait in the private room, but sat at the round table in the middle of the hall, chatting with the old brothers, Yang Chen appeared, and the big brothers looked sideways.

"Are you Yang Chen?"

Before the big brothers could speak, the bald man who had scared away the tea drinkers in front of Wanghe Tower was the first to jump out, pointing at Yang Chen's head unscrupulously and asking arrogantly.

"Surnamed Ma, take your hands away and get away." Stone gritted his teeth and stared at the bald head that popped out, he knew this goods, nicknamed Brother Xiaoma, Zheng Tai's head horse, Chen Biao's worship brother, a rising star in the underworld in Xijing, ruthless, despicable and obscene, he had a conflict with him because of the project, and he had a few battles in private, and no one was afraid of anyone.

"Stone, it's still so crazy at this time, Lao Tzu tells you, now the new hatred and old hatred are knotted together, and you all have to be unlucky." Little Pony is flying and domineering.

Hong Sihai smiled but did not speak.

Liu Jianguo frowned and stared at Yang Chen.

Zheng Tai was happy to let his little brother be in the limelight, and he didn't make a noise to see the excitement.

Obviously, these big brothers want to give Yang Chen a horse first, Yang Chen didn't move, his face didn't change, this guy didn't move, it didn't mean that he let Brother Xiao Ma be arrogant, Long Jiu, who was wearing a coat on a hot day, moved, and while he stepped forward to hug Brother Xiaoma's neck, the three-edged military thorn in the sleeve slipped into his hand.

Before Brother Pony's mind turned around, he was stunned, and the three-edged army thorn in Long Jiu's hand had already stabbed him in the stomach, three times in a row!

"Roll"

Long Jiu stabbed the person cleanly, pushed Brother Xiao Ma away, and the stunned Brother Ma took seven or eight steps backwards and sat on the ground, bleeding from the three broken openings in his stomach.

At this time, the people on Hong Sihai's side understood what was going on, or they were afraid, or gasped, and some people stood up in shock, and the old rivers and lakes who had been playing ruthlessly for most of their lives suddenly felt that they were really old and a little uncomfortable with this rivers and lakes.

Yang Chen didn't look at Brother Xiaoma, only looked at Hong Sihai with an unnatural expression, and sneered slightly.

Liu Jianguo, who was beside Hong Sihai, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach for a long time, and suddenly thought of a mysterious young man covered with scars that he saw in the swimming pool of the golf club some time ago.

It turned out to be him!