Hengyu has always had the advantage of acting on the spot.

When facing different people, what attitude should they use and how to act in different situations, he always has a clear division standard in his mind.

So he could be the elegant Chinese student at the banquet, the gentleman in front of Han Feiguang, the rich man who spent a lot of money in the foreign market, or the person hiding in the dark night.

At the negotiation table, Heng Yu hooked his index finger with his right hand and turned around with his pistol, while his other free hand held his chin.

The person opposite was a gray-haired elderly man. If it weren't for the people standing behind him who were wearing many suits and ties and pistols, the old man felt like a university professor with a gentle and polite temperament.

Wilson was not angry when Heng Yu treated this way. He smiled and took a sip of the coffee he had at hand, "zero, I have no objection to you when you served the Jelin Gang, but the Jelin Gang used to pay us protection fees every month. Your former family is following this rule. Do you think you should cooperate with us?"

Speaking of the latter, Wilson smiled meaningfully.

Heng Yu sat still while playing with the gun in his hand. The hands of the people behind Wilson subconsciously pressed the gun clip.

Seeing this action, Heng Yu chuckled gently, walked quickly to Wilson, stretched out his hand to hold him in a grip, "Of course, the people on our way are the most concerned about the rules. Since it is the rules set by you, I will certainly abide by them."

"Young people are very sensible. No wonder they can do so many things at a young age. I was like you, but I was not able to be the leader."

"You are polite." Heng Yu and Wilson's hands were squeezing and they were about to leave.

The night became even darker. Heng Yu stood at the factory gate and watched Wilson and his group leave, and wiped the hand that had just shook with Wilson with a veil.

Wilson's power is only in this area, with two or three hundred people under his command. Heng Yu now has only more than 30 people under his command, and they are all just taken over. No wonder Wilson dares to be so arrogant even though he knows that he is not a good person.

"Boss, the weapons have been counted. Are you going to see our guns?" A tall man trotted to Hengyu and whispered.

He was the subordinate of the blonde man yesterday, but he completely turned against Hengyu in one day.

It is hard to say that people like them have any loyalty. Whoever they follow will have a better future, and then who they will turn to.

At this time, the man looked at Heng Yu with deep awe in his eyes. It was obvious that Heng Yu's methods yesterday shocked him.

"Okay." Heng Yu followed him, grabbed a gun, and silently removed the gun under the gaze of more than 30 people.

"Old... Boss, this model of gun cannot be installed after it is removed." The man just now swallowed his saliva and reminded Heng Yu.

However, his reminder was too late. Heng Yu had already disassembled the gun in his hand, and parts were scattered on the table.

"Where is the part tool box? Move it here for me." Heng Yu spoke.

Everyone behind him looked at each other a few times, and two strong men trotted to a corner and moved the toolbox full of parts to the table.

Heng Yu was picking and choosing in the box. It took about ten minutes before he finished picking what he wanted, and then he reassembled the gun parts just now.

Thirty seconds, a gun is completed.

He hooked his fingers and turned his head and shot at the window twenty meters away.

With a "bang", the windows broke, and a crisp and harsh sound was made in this quiet suburb.

"It's much more powerful. Does anyone want to change the gun?" Heng Yu turned his head to look at everyone behind him.

A man with a short figure first reacted and came to Hengyu and smiled flatteringly: "Boss, I, I. I am convinced of your method. In the future, I will hit whatever you ask me to use this gun."

Good, who is this Zero who came out of nowhere? Even such controlled arms can be reassembled, and its power has become greater!

You should know that this pistol was also the boss in front of them, who was lucky to get it back.

If you are following such a person, you will not be able to make a name for yourself.

Heng Yu handed the wall to him, with no expression on his face, "It's best." He lowered his head again to remove the gun.

After dismantling two guns again, Heng Yu did not continue.

He gave the two other guns he had made to his two men who performed well yesterday, patted the ashes on his hands, and left here and returned to the apartment.

This time, watching Heng Yu leave, his subordinates looked at him, and there was finally a little more respect in their fear.

Time flies, and more than two months passed soon.

That morning, Xiao Sheng got up and found Heng Yu sitting on the sofa flipping through the newspaper, with breakfast spreading in front of him.

"Don't you sleep for a while?" Xiao Sheng scratched his head and sat down next to Heng Yu.

"Please read the newspaper first." Heng Yu had already seen the last one. After two minutes, he closed the newspaper in his hand and turned his head to look at Xiao Sheng with a little apology in his eyes, "Can you please go back to the apartment later today? A guest is coming to find me."

Xiao Sheng already knew that Heng Yu was doing some very dangerous things. Although he often wiping sweat secretly, seeing that Heng Yu always looked calm and confident, Xiao Sheng was still stable.

At this time, he heard Heng Yu say that a customer was coming to the door, but he didn't think much about it and asked casually: "Will I bring you dinner when I come back tonight?"

During this period, Hengyu's work and rest were a bit irregular. Xiao Sheng would buy two dinners every day when he came back from outside.

"No."

Xiao Sheng nodded, stood up and prepared to go out. He changed his shoes at the door, put his hands on the door handle, and was about to open the door and go out, suddenly his body stiffened.

Xiao Sheng turned his head to look at Heng Yu, and his voice trembled, "Is it the person who came to home today...the people on the road?"

He guessed that what Heng Yu did was definitely related to Taoism!

"What's the way?" Heng Yu laughed twice before saying seriously, "We are the people."

A Chinese man from the 21st century.

The plot of this world was only received by Heng Yu half a month ago.

International student Zhang Ge bumped into the door during a dispute with a white classmate. After he woke up, he changed his soul with the same name and surname.

Zhang Ge was an ordinary college student in his previous life. He didn't know why he came to this era and had no special talents. He was like a general pride who had missed into this turbulent era. The only thing he could do was to find someone to tell everything he knew.

After many twists and turns, he finally returned to China. At that time, the country had overthrew the feudal monarchy. He did not know any famous people in history. He went with the flow for many years before he had the opportunity to write a letter to a famous person he admired.

The letter wrote a lot of things that would happen in the future. The celebrity confirmed them one by one and completely believed what the letter said. He tried to turn the tide and stood up to stop it before it happened.

Within a few months, Zhang Ge learned about the death of the celebrity from the newspaper - in the original history, the celebrity could have lived to a new era.

After this incident, Zhang Ge vaguely understood a truth - those who try to go against the times will be swept away by the times. It is to be the emperor in the Republic of China, and it is also to stand up and calm down when it is destined to be separatist.

He was powerless and could only watch everything happen again in history. Such torture made Zhang Ge crazy.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhang Ge became a science fiction writer. The imagination of his novels was surprising, as if he had seen and touched these things with his own eyes. When the reporter and media interviewed him, Zhang Ge cried in tears in front of the camera and said several times.

...

After receiving the plot, Heng Yu used his own methods to find Zhang Ge and contacted him personally.

After writing a letter for more than half a month, Heng Yu mentioned in his latest letter that he knew that Zhang Ge came from the future and that he wanted to know some directions of the future from Zhang Ge.

This will be very beneficial for him to do things. Because he is abroad, it is difficult to interfere in many things. What he can do is to choose some people to support them so that the road to China can be more stable.

Some blood should flow, and the mountains and rivers are turbulent, and if you want to save your strength, someone will always have to live without hesitation.

But it is better to have some blood that should not be shed less.

Zhang Ge was shocked and frightened when he received the letter, but after deep thought, he felt relieved.

Although he didn't know how the other party understood that he came from later generations, he was just an ordinary modern college student. He neither had outstanding talents to revitalize industry and commerce, nor would he improve weapons, nor did he have the ability to turn the tide and corresponding ambitions...

All his memories of the future have become his shackles.

He knew the turmoil and darkness of the future. He was obviously in it but could not do anything. This pain lingered in his heart, making Zhang Ge feel so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

In the afternoon, a car drove to the bottom of Hengyu Apartment.

Zhang Ge's body is an international student who went to study in the United States and didn't have much money, but in order to see Heng Yu, he still gritted his teeth and called a car.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ge shook his clothes on his body, and then he realized that his hands and feet were trembling.

It's really... embarrassing.

He barely raised his head and looked around, and saw a young man in a black windbreaker on the opposite road.

The young man was thin, very tall, with a gentle temperament and an Asian appearance.

Zhang Ge hesitated for a moment, slowly stepped forward, walked to Hengyu, "The King of Heaven is the Tiger?"

Heng Yu's eyebrows slightly raised, this is really... a modern enough way to recognize relatives.

However, in what he told Zhang Ge, he did not say that he was from modern times, so Heng Yu just stretched out his hand calmly, "Zhang Ge?"

When Zhang Ge heard this, he quickly reached out and squeezed it back, "Hello, are you brother Mingchu?"

Some time ago, Hengyu officially took the word. Originally, Han Feiguang wanted to take one word for him, but Hengyu said that Lin's father had already taken it for him before his death, so he gave up.

The words he used were naturally the two words "Mingchu" he was familiar with.

"It's me, let's go to the house first." Heng Yu pursed her lips and chuckled.

His outfit is very modern. When Zhang Ge just saw him leaning against a street lamppost, he was stunned and thought he had returned to modern times. The young man's outfit was too advanced, and how could he be so handsome, his temperament and appearance were enough to crush many modern traffic actors.

Anyway, after seeing Heng Yu's face clearly, Zhang Ge's resistance and suspicion towards him disappeared a lot.

This is really a damn face-looking world. Zhang Ge secretly despises himself.
Chapter completed!