Wang Laohu talked about the pride in Wei Lao'er's heart, which made him wash away the depression he had been suffering for many days. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two of them laughed the same, as if they saw countless gold and silver in front of them, but for different things.

Wei Lao'er thought that after August 15, he would not only be able to win back the money he had compensated Yang Huairen and the prince, but also make a lot of money through the underground gambling of the Black Tiger Gang.

Yang Huairen harmed the prince and so many gamblers who bet and lost all their money, these people will definitely be angry with him, and he will definitely not have a good time in the future.

Even without his own action, there will be villains from all walks of life who have lost their money and will automatically go to Suiyuan to find him trouble, and the reputation that Suiyuan has accumulated in the past few months may not be able to withstand the surging tide of revenge.

Once Yang Huairen does not have the care of King Jia's Mansion, as long as Wei Lao'er casually adds more force, he will easily make him bankrupt and ruined.

Wei Lao'er felt that Yang Huairen's pillar had fallen, and Suiyuan would be finished, and then he would find a way to drive him out of Kaifeng Mansion, so Wang Xialian, who lived in his house, and the maids who he ransomed from the Nanyang County Palace, who heard that they were still good-looking, would be in his pocket.

Wang Laohu didn't care what happened to Yang Huairen in the future, in addition to money, all he cared about was how the Black Tiger Gang would fight the Qinglian Gang.

It turned out that the underground gambling houses in Tokyo, the Black Tiger Gang and the Qinglian Gang, were about the sphere of influence of June Fourth, and he had long wanted to monopolize such a big and profitable business.

In the past, the Black Tiger Gang was originally the largest gang in Tokyo, and other small gangs in the market had no way to compete with them.

Decades ago, the Qinglian Gang also began to buy and sell gambling houses, relying on the status of the beggar gang, gradually encroaching on the interests of the Black Tiger Gang, and now it has become more and more meaningful to fight with his Black Tiger Gang in Tokyo City.

Wang Laohu has long been worried about this matter, if compared with the number of people, how can the Black Tiger Gang not be able to make up for the number one gang in the rivers and lakes, the beggar gang, compared to martial arts, his Black Tiger Gang is just a small regional gang around Kaifeng Mansion that started by fighting bravely, and it is impossible to be higher than the beggar gang in terms of martial arts.

But there is a saying that the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake. The helm of the beggar gang is in Luoyang, and now the branch of the Qinglian Gang has come to Kaifeng Mansion to take root, and it is always an outsider, even if it has been hard to operate for twenty or thirty years, it cannot be said how thick the foundation is.

The Black Tiger Gang has been rooted in Kaifeng Mansion since the time of Taizu, and has been inherited for more than 100 years, surviving under the roots of the imperial city, and more or less related to some princes and nobles.

This kind of relationship between black and white people colluding with each other and taking advantage of each other has also been maintained for more than 100 years, and the illegal activities such as underground gambling houses engaged in by the Black Tiger Gang are also extremely profitable to make a living, and they use a lot of money to buy and pay tribute in exchange for the convenience of powerful imperial relatives and relatives.

This alone, the Qinglian Gang can't compare, in terms of foundation, in Kaifeng Mansion, or the Black Tiger Gang is deeply rooted.

This time, as long as he made enough money, Wang Laohu would have more capital to suppress the Qinglian Gang, so as to gradually snatch back the share of the underground gambling bank's business and firmly hold it in his own hands.

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Yang Huairen listened to their words, and scolded Wei Lao'er in his heart.

Originally, he thought that it was just that Wei Lao'er wanted to win back the 100,000 yuan by taking advantage of this cooking competition, so he would do everything possible to conspire with Wang Laohu of the Black Tiger Gang.

Unexpectedly, Wei Lao'er was not small, in addition to manipulating the gambling plate to defraud a lot of money, Wei Lao'er actually wanted to kill him.

Because of the greed for money and gambling on money, and thinking about hurting himself, Yang Huairen feels that things are no longer as simple as simple cooking skills between cooks.

Yang Huairen felt that with his ability, he should not lose to Wei Lao'er, even if he really lost to him in a situation of one in ten thousand, it would only lose some money, and it would not be a big deal, at most he would find a way to earn it back, and the money he won back through gambling would not really make a fortune.

But now in this situation, he has only one way to Huashan, only to win, not to lose.

He couldn't figure out why Wei Lao'er was so confident that he could win himself, what was that killer feature?

Yang Huairen carefully recalled Wei Lao'er's words just now, "With such a killer feature, it is the best delicacy in the world." "Could it be that this killer feature is a seasoning thing?

Yang Huairen began to recall the production method of pickled fish he had heard and seen in his previous life, and his brain hurt when he thought about it, and he didn't think of any decent condiments that could make pickled fish the most delicious in the world.

Could it be a lost secret seasoning?

Yang Huairen thinks it is unlikely, the evolution of food in Chinese history is inherited in an orderly manner, and there is also a context of development for seasoning.

I have only heard that there are constantly new condiments, through the Silk Road, or from overseas into China, to join the ranks of Chinese condiments, it is true that some condiments are slowly replaced or abandoned because they do not meet people's tastes, but I have never heard of any condiments that can make food delicious and lost.

Yang Huairen couldn't figure it out, he was inevitably a little irritable in his heart, and he felt itchy all over his body, and he couldn't help but want to twist, but he didn't expect the slight movement of his two hands to make the two beauties around him nervous.

He Zhiyun and Lan Ruoxin were thinking about how to find a way to prevent Wang Laohu and Wei Cai's wishful thinking from succeeding, when they suddenly felt Yang Huairen's hands.

They didn't know that Yang Huairen was irritated because he couldn't figure out what Wei Lao'er's killer weapon was, thinking that Yang Huairen was affected by the sound of swallows and warblers coming from the floor, and his mind was uncertain.

It turned out that Wang Laohu sent Wei Cai away, and he couldn't wait to call the pretty peony back, without any prelude, and directly rode his horse and whip, galloping on the embroidery bed.

He Zhiyun and Lan Ruoxin were ashamed and didn't know what to do, maybe they were also affected by the beautiful voice of the pretty peony, and their bodies began to become hot, as if their bodies were not in the dark dark, but in the steamer on top of the boiling hot pot.

The shouts of joy coming from the top of his head, and the embroidery bed was not willing to be lonely, squeaking and screaming to accompani, which made Yang Huairen even more irritable.

I didn't feel anything when I first came in, but I was trapped in a coffin-like dark compartment for a long time, the air was not circulating, and the three of them were huddled together, the temperature kept rising, and the air became more and more turbid, which made Yang Huairen begin to feel dry mouth and difficulty breathing.

After half a pillar of incense, I only heard Wang Laohu's long sigh, like a river flowing into the sea, and the ghost crying and howling on the floor stopped abruptly.

Occasionally, there was a slightly painful moan of Pretty Peony, followed by the sound of Suo Suo's dressing, then the sound of Wang Laohu opening the door, and finally the sound of him walking away and going downstairs as he gradually faded away.

Yang Huairen's hands had already been pressed by the buttocks of the two beauties, and he was unconscious, so he endured the soreness and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the sound on the floor.

When he heard Wang Laohu and his entourage go downstairs, Yang Huairen gritted his teeth and scolded with a smile: "Wang Laohu, this guy really thinks he is a tiger, and he also rides a horse and whips, judging from my son's many years of experience, he just has a rotten banana, it seems that this son will repay his grievances with virtue in the future, and introduced Dr. Sun to Huimin Hall, who specializes in treating various male diseases, to him." ”