Brother Dazhi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at Brother Zhang, who was sitting alone in the back row, tilted his head and lit a cigarette, and asked, "I often see you scribbling and drawing in this small book, what do you write?" ”

"Nothing." Brother Zhang put away his notebook and tilted his head to light a cigarette. "Remember a few names."

"Oh." Brother Dazhi exhaled a thick cigarette and asked coldly. "Do you remember me?"

This notebook is all carried with my son, it must be very important, and the names I remember are all big guys.

Brother Dazhi wants to be the number one.

"We don't have to engage in this kind of relationship, right?"

Zhang Ruoyu said euphemistically.

"You can't say that." Brother Dazhi frowned. "Friendship is friendship, and it should be paid attention to, it's not that Dad said big things, just twenty years ago, whose name Zhang Dazhi couldn't go to his notebook?"

Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly: "Next time, definitely." ”

Brother Dazhi snorted and pouted, "Why don't you go back to accompany Xuebao?" I just accumulated some prestige in Beimangyuan, and as soon as you go, I have to start all over again. ”

"I'll just take a look, and I won't steal the limelight from you." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled a thick cigarette and said calmly. "Don't be pressured."

"Oh." Brother Dazhi shrugged his shoulders and urged the driver. "Can you hurry up? The bikes are ringing at you! ”

The backbone of the new Beimang faction wrote lightly: "Vice President Zhang, this car is Dean Zhang's special car, how to drive, how fast to drive, it is not your turn to take a hitchhike, you want to be fast, you fly over." ”

Brother Dazhi was annoyed and angry, and slapped the backbone on the head: "The deputy can't command you!?" ”

"It depends on who is right." The backbone of the new school said lightly, still driving slowly.

Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth and closed his stinky mouth.

He can see it, and now that these people are coming out, they recognize Zhang Xiangbei, who others love.

Brother Dazhi suddenly missed Beimang's career a little.

Those old buddies also listened to him.

The only difference is that Brother Dazhi wants face and rules, Beimang listens to him, and he listens to others.

His son Zhang Xiangbei doesn't talk so much about quality.

He didn't listen to anyone, including his parents.

The car drove into the wall.

Still in the square outside the wall, the Beimang driver frowned and said, "General, the atmosphere is not right. ”

"I saw it a long time ago." Brother Dazhi sneered. "Today's wall is destined to be a dark tide."

The driver ignored Brother Dazhi and reported: "Even the guards have changed their faces." ”

"Looks like it's really moving."

Brother Dazhi squinted slightly, and said coldly: "Park the car on the side of the road, and I'll make a call to find out the situation." ”

The driver didn't squeak, glanced at General Zhang's cold face, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed into the wall.

A push on the back almost scared the mobile phone in Brother Dazhi's hand.

There was a strong sense of oppression in the front yard.

The backyard is full of murderous atmosphere.

When he got out of the car, Brother Dazhi glanced at the nursing home waiting at the gate of Beimang Courtyard and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Ye Aotian was contaminated with a bad habit in the backyard, unlike the Beimang driver who didn't give face to Brother Dazhi, he looked at Brother Dazhi with his left eye and General Zhang with his right eye, and his expression was meticulous: "The top ordered to change the guard, and the guards of the entire three major courtyards today must be trained intensively." ”

"Cunning boss!" Brother Dazhi said in a cold tone. "They also changed all my own soldiers back then! They want to be overhead! ”

"Well, we didn't agree." Ye Aotian nodded slightly, and looked at Zhang Xiangbei with one and a half eyes.

"You didn't agree, what did the boss say?" Brother Dazhi looked worried.

It's hard to talk to the top.

I didn't agree to the order, and I put on a hat every minute, and put on small shoes until I died.

When Ye Aotian heard this, he grinned, both eyes looked at Zhang Xiangbei, and there was a familiar fire burning in his body: "It is said that Beimang really has a personality." ”

"That's it?" Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth.

This was not a familiar figure for him.

I didn't talk so well before.

"The boss also said that the instructors who are in charge of the training camp are also from Beimang, and we who come out of Beimang can go or not." Ye Aotian explained.

"Huh?" Brother Dazhi glanced at Zhang Xiangbei. "Beimang's hand stretched out so far? Don't care about it? ”

"Done." Ye Aotian straightened his waist, his face full of arrogance. "But we just won't listen."

Brother Dazhi gasped and looked at the old-fashioned Beimang backbone who worked hard in the courtyard.

Occasionally, there are old buddies who greet Brother Dazhi with a smile, and their eyes are surprisingly calm.

"Brother Zhang!"

Shang Zhongtang walked quickly.

Brother Dazhi put his hands in his pockets and lowered his head to play with his toes.

He doesn't want to be a conspicuous bag every day and be Brother Zhang.

"Brother Zhang, let's go, kill a game!" Shang Zhongtang grabbed Brother Dazhi's shoulders and rushed to the road.

"What's the situation, still killing?" Brother Dazhi's face sank. "No matter how important it is, no big or small!"

"What's the situation? Isn't everything normal in the hospital? Shang Zhongtang dragged Brother Dazhi and was about to leave.

"You smell blood! What's normal? "Brother Dazhi stomped his feet angrily.

These Beimang Lao Deng, what a shame on themselves!

"What's the smell of blood? That's Beimang's kitchen killing chickens! ”