Chapter 153 Chapter 152: The Thief

The two words "disassemble white" are the simple words of "disassemble the tip" and "died food".

"Demolition" means dividing among friends, and "spot" means the tip plate.

At that time, the Qing Gang disciples called money the top, and they would divide the money they had cheated and robbed.

Because it was quite popular for hooligans to ask for banquets for free and eat for free, so "free food" was added in addition to "demolition". Most people call these hooligans the party to demolish the white party.

Later, these hooligans began to cheat in an organized manner, and chose more wealthy women as the target of cheating.

Some of the men who dismantled the white party members were dressed as sloppy, while others pretended to be literati and scholars, with various methods.

Some people are responsible for intelligence and pay attention to the fact that most of the people are rich women with jewelry.

After the intelligence spyer secretly followed the target's name, temperament, characteristics, and family background, the leader sent someone to check the real and the real.

After the classification of romantic or honest type, based on the target value and characteristics, select a person with roughly the same age to lure.

After the selection of the white guy was informed of the target's information, he gave countermeasures, modified his face, changed his clothes and sneaked to the destination, waiting for the target to travel, and acted at the camera.

We should adopt the method of following the opportunity to find opportunities. During the follow-up period, we must require generous expenses and reimbursement uniformly. After a long time, we will inevitably have a favorable impression when we see someone who is so rich and suitable for the age of the goal. Once we are in love, we will inevitably fall into the trap of love.

Women who broke up the white party did not have much organizational structure, and generally only had a few small groups that combined together.

Objectively speaking, their joining is more to satisfy carnal desire.

Therefore, among the ten people, eight or nine were killed, and only one or two were beneficiaries.

In the end, most of them were killed and killed, and their families were destroyed.

Even the beneficiaries often end up miserably.

Zhao Ying was immediately stunned when she heard Lin Huaileen's opening poem.

Since ancient times, martial arts have looked down on literary attacks, but there are also frequent communications. Just like the eight generals of Thousand Gate, there is also a reason for fighting to protect them.

But unexpectedly, Xinghe's white paper fan young master also understands the poem about opening the door of the world.

Lin Huaile's poem was a pure coincidence.

When I was a child, there was a strange old man living next door to my house, with no children and no children, so I rely on the government's pension to live.

He had a folding fan, which contained this verse with disproportionate rhythm.

This strange old man often talks about the ancient times, and he knew the tricks of this poem at that time.

In the dreams of a young man, he often dreams of the world, wearing white clothes and a three-foot green sword, killing all the unfair things in the world and winning his life.

Poor white happened!

"Listen to the poem, you will know that Brother Le, you are also the master of Menqing."

"Let the younger ones do it."

"We promise not to step into Tsuen Wan in this life, no, no, no step into Hong Kong."

"Just think that six of us are just a big deal, and let us go a few of us, so as to avoid tainting your eyes."

Instead of answering fluently in Cantonese, Zhao Ying used an authentic Beijing film, which surprised everyone present.

Lin Huaile hadn't heard Beiyin for a while. Most of the people who ran to Xiangjiang were Chaoshan and Guangxi cousins.

North of the Yangtze River, people usually travel to Europe and the United States, and only a few people have run towards Xiangjiang in recent years.

"Which person?"

Lin Huaile raised his eyebrows and asked about Zhao Ying's hometown.

"I am from Langfang. I have lived in Beijing since I was a child, and my accent has not changed anymore!" Zhao Ying answered simply.

Lin Huaile smiled, walked to an iron bucket, and knocked it lightly twice. The iron sheet echoed crisply, resounding throughout the factory.

There should be living things in the iron barrel, and after hearing the knocking sound, it began to shake violently.

"A good place in Langfang, I arrived in the capital in an hour."

"Brothers from Tiandimen Gate, when they ran to Tsuen Wan, they must have some advice, but they just don't know if there is a true scripture in their arms?"

Lin Huaile sat on the plastic stool that Changmao brought to him and asked politely.

Instructions?

Now that the dragon is trapped in the shallows and the tiger is falling into the sun, how dare you use the word "telling"?

Besides, my life is still in the hands of these people, so it is better to be polite.

Zhao Ying smiled helplessly, opened her mouth and said flatteringly: "Brother Le, you are really good at joking."

"Brothers want to make some money, but they didn't expect to worship the wrong temple gate."

"You draw a path, I will continue to do so. Please let us go."

Lin Huaile smiled and did not respond.

Instead, Changmao took out the plastic bucket prepared next to him and asked Situ Haonan to fill the cement from the bucket.

Situ Haonan smiled, picked up the shovel that Brother Le used just now, and threw his arms around and filled the cement into it.

After installing a few shovels, he looked up at Zhao Ying, sneered at him, and continued to work hard.

"It's almost done!"

"Please try the temperature, brother from Tiandi Gate."

Seeing that the cement had already been filled with most of the bucket, Changmao stopped Situ Haonan's actions and asked someone to catch Zhao Ying.

Cement has a fart temperature!

This is to give yourself a cement coffin!

Zhao Ying was very scared and struggled constantly, but his hands and feet were trapped. The extent of his struggle was really limited and he was quickly thrown to the ground.

The gangsters found a chair and fixed Zhao Ying. They took off his shoes and socks in a few seconds, and pressed them into the cement plastic bucket.

"Damn it! Hong Kong feet!"

Changmao slapped the air in front of his nose with his hand to dispel the unpleasant smell.

The cement feels good, but it actually has no immediate effect, it is just because it is stressed.

Drown those who can be watery and beat those who can be martial.

The actor dies on the stage and the boxer dies on the boxing ring. These are all destined things.

Luck can be fought, but fate cannot be resisted!

Zhao Ying has considered stopping. In recent years, he has earned a few good money in Xiangjiang. Although he is a big deal on weekdays, he has also saved a lot of money from HSBC. It is enough to go to Singapore to retire.

Thinking of the big money after doing this, I washed my hands with a golden basin, but I didn’t expect that I could still overturn the boat!

"I have always liked sculptures in ancient Greece, which gave people a sense of power, but most of the subject matter is religion, and the rest are also heroes and kings of demigods."

"But there are very few common people!"

"Civilization is created by the people, not the favor of the gods."

Lin Huaile stood up, walked to the one-meter-high iron barrel again, and opened the lid on it.

There is a woman in the iron bucket, a woman Zhao Ying is extremely familiar with. After all, last night, he still fusion with this woman's soul and body.

"Zhao Sheng, this should be your pseudonym."

"It's okay, it's just a title."

"The Tiandi Gate comes out to run around the world, but they don't have seven or eight identities in their hands. They all belong to young people, and they are not good enough."

"But the person in the bucket has a real name and a true heart."

"Sister Aya is 30 years old this year. Someone once said that the love of middle-aged people is a straw house covered with gasoline. It only takes a small spark to ignite it."

"I didn't believe it at first, but what happened three months ago made me feel a little awakened!"

Lin Huaile stroked Aya's head with his hands and said pity.
Chapter completed!