Chapter 5 The Urgency of War
The fat man glanced at Gal, who was lying on the ground and had not yet reacted, and continued, "I can give you a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, of course, according to the specific business situation, there will be different degrees of your share." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ā
As a result, Gal seemed to become even more sluggish, and the fat man was distressed, why did he have to talk about cooperation with these people who had big IQ problems. The fat man thought about it and turned around to leave, but he didn't expect that the fat man's feet were tightly hugged by Gal.
"Boss, we're messing with you, we're all messing with you!" Gal cried out to the fat man with a handful of snot and tears, and his arms were tightly wrapped around the fat man's legs, but he didn't let go.
"Yes, yes! Big brother, just take us! ā
"We can do anything, the eldest brother tells us to go east, we will never go west; Let's cut whomever we want! The younger brothers also swore an oath.
Gal almost doubted his life just now, and there is still a share of the monthly salary of 10,000? Fools don't do it. My gang of people eat all day long and wait for death, collect protection money, how much money do they have in their hands? It sounds like gangsters, but compared to real gangsters, they don't deserve to carry shoes for others.
āććććććā The fat man looked at the people who were stupid a second ago, and now suddenly they were like crazy again, as if they were now their reborn parents. The fat man suddenly regretted coming here, can these people really be. The fat man had deep doubts about this at the moment.
"How many juniors do you have?" The fat man asked.
Garr hurriedly stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and bent down to reply with a flattering expression, "In addition to these thirty people here, there are twenty brothers outside who are collecting protection money. ā
The fat man kicked Gal and said hatefully, "Collect protection money? Don't embarrass me everywhere, and call all your men to report to 21 Zixun Avenue tomorrow morning. Remember to clean up the floor for me, don't give me such a sloppy look! ā
Gal hurriedly agreed, "I will definitely complete the task, boss, don't worry!" ā
The fat man kicked again, "Call me boss!" ā
The fat man accepted these more than 50 'employees', but he always felt that it was not enough, and he didn't know where else to look for people. The fat man has been a loan shark for so long, and it is this kind of person that he deals with the most, so he knows that although Gal's gang is a group of gangsters, their intentions are not very bad, and they also have some combat effectiveness, just do some petty theft and collect some protection money.
The fat man walked all the way to Zixun Street. Zixun Street is far away from the city center, and there are many flowers planted by flower farmers nearby, and lavender is mostly handed down from the ancient earth, so it is also called Zixun Street. When the lavender is in full bloom, the endless purple and intoxicating aroma are refreshing. It is precisely because of the good environment and the noise of the city that the fat man has set his security company here.
The fat man walked to a large warehouse and opened the door, revealing a newly renovated office area in front of him. The fat man walked through the office area and went straight to the training room. Pushing open the door of the training room, the huge training room is full of all kinds of training equipment, as well as the martial arts arena, the octagonal cage, and even the wooden stakes, plum blossom stakes and fat men are prepared.
A huge indoor playground is available for group practice for all. The fat man looked at the security company that had taken him a month to set up, and strode towards a large room at the end of the warehouse. Inside the house is a shooting range, since it is a security company, it is naturally not possible to do a little fist and kick kung fu, as the old saying goes, no matter how high the kung fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives, not to mention that people have guns?
But looking at the shooting range with all kinds of firearms, the fat man really made a difficulty. The fat man didn't know who would use a gun, and he himself could be said to have never touched a gun, let alone those unreliable gangsters. There is no way, the fat man has to close the door of the shooting range again, since there is no way to solve the problem... Then let's take our time.
Looking at the time, the fat man was a little hungry, and he had been busy all morning, so he should go and eat something. When he went out, the fat man was stupid, and it was originally a quiet street with few people, but at this time countless people gathered. If you look closely, it turns out that everyone is staring at a giant light screen on the street. The light screen is broadcasting the latest battle reports from the front.
"The central galaxy has already started fighting, and the Rovizadi Empire has launched an attack!" A middle-aged man exclaimed, holding his head.
"What can I do about this, can the Federation hold it?" A woman said worriedly. Looking at the baby in her arms, it is not difficult to think that she is already a mother of a child.
"Damn, I'm going to join the army, I can't let these grandsons act recklessly in our territory!" A young man raised his fist and shouted, but he still looked like a student.
"Yes, go to the army and kill these grandsons!"
"Defend our country to the death!"
More and more people shouted slogans, and more and more people began to flock to the conscription office. Although the Federation's forces in the central system are fully deployed, and a steady stream of troops are still being sent to the front line. However, the Rovitha Empire is still in an absolute advantage, and the Rovitha Empire's armament strength is already stronger than that of the Federation, and if it is fully prepared, the Federation can only defend with all its might.
The fat man looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know what to say. Join the army and go to the front? He had thought about it, but after thinking about it, he had dispelled the idea. When the front line is fighting fiercely, people are dying on the front line all the time. The fat man is reluctant, he can't give up the people around him, he can't give up all the good.
The mood to go to the street to find something to eat was gone, so the fat man called a flying car and went home directly. The home is not far from Zixun Street, which is also far away from the city, but it takes only ten minutes to arrive. After getting out of the car, the fat man found an extremely familiar figure appearing downstairs in his house.
The person sitting downstairs at the fat man's house was the one who suddenly arrived that day and saved the fat man, the young man. Seeing the fat man coming, he waved his hand to the fat man and motioned for the fat man to sit down next to him.
The fat man didn't think there was any threat to this man, so he walked over. "Are you here for me?" Sitting down beside the young man, the fat man asked his own question in confusion.
"You don't have to wonder how I found your address." The young man sat up straight, stretched out his hand to the fat man, and said, "Let me introduce myself first, people call me Swift Wind, Swift Locke." ā
The fat man stretched out his hand and symbolically shook Locke, but he was still extremely puzzled in his heart.
Locke could see what the fat man was thinking, "Don't wonder anymore, it's easy to find you." Ask anyone on the street if you know where a fat man lives, and it's easy to find here. As he spoke, Locke shook his short blonde hair and knocked Erlang's legs.
And the fat man was with a black line on his face, scolding in his heart which bastard told his address so easily. Even the fat man himself didn't know how famous he was around here, and he was really a fan of the authorities.
"I made a special trip to you this time to find you with something serious to do!" Locke suddenly said with a serious face.
"Business?"