Mo Feifan stayed in this small yard for more than an hour. During this more than an hour, no one knew what they had talked about. He only knew that after the conversation, both of them showed satisfied smiles on their faces. When Mo Feifan left, the middle-aged man personally sent him on the carriage when he came.
The sound of horse hooves kept coming to the door of the Lufang Restaurant. The man who was driving the carriage stopped the carriage and politely rushed Mo Feifan in the carriage and said, "Young Master, you're here."
Mo Feifan lifted the curtain of the car and jumped off the horse. He smiled and said thank you, then walked into the restaurant in square steps. When he arrived at his territory, Mo Feifan breathed a sigh of relief. When the wind blew, he felt cold behind his back. It turned out that the clothes on his back had long been soaked in sweat.
Dealing with the government is an extremely sensitive issue with private salt. He is relaxed on the surface and is actually very nervous. If the middle-aged man with a hook nose has a good relationship with any salt owl and does not want the pattern of Qiushui Town to change, he will not be here, but in prison.
At the same time, he also secretly reminded himself that once he gained a foothold in Qiushui Town, he would try to get rid of this man named Zhao. He could sell the three salt owls to himself because of money, and he could sell himself to others because of money. He did not like his destiny to be in the hands of others, but only liked to control other people's destiny.
After returning to Lufang Restaurant, Li Dafeng immediately ran over: "Brother Fan is back, Brother Fan will come."
Everyone left their seats and surrounded Mo Feifan in the middle, and their joy was beyond words.
"Brother Fan, aren't they making things difficult for you?" "Brother Fan, how are the matter talking about?" "Brother Fan, where have you gone after you left us?" "Brother Fan..."
Everyone said one by one, so that Mo Feifan had no chance to speak. He was silently moved in his heart for his brothers' concern.
Feeling that even the ears were not clean, Li Dafeng shouted: "Can't everyone wait for Brother Fan to take a breath before asking? By the way, Brother Fan, how are you talking to that Lord Zhao?"
"Puff", everyone vomited blood in groups and said that they would let Brother Fan take a breath, and they would not let him breathe.
At this time, Cai Mengyu, as Zhang Rao's instructions, brought Mo Feifan a cup of herbal tea.
Mo Feifan took the herbal tea and drank it dry. Everyone finally dispersed and gave Mo Feifan to the chair.
"Where should I start?" Mo Feifan felt much more comfortable after drinking water, and cleared his throat.
Li Dafeng was the first to answer: "Speak from Brother Fan after he left us."
Mo Feifan nodded and told him in detail what happened since he got on the carriage.
"Brother Fan, let me leave these three salt owls. My Black Tiger cousins are more than enough to deal with them." This is not Li Dafeng's arrogant attitude. He has this strength and the capital.
Fenghua rubbed his chin and reminded cautiously: "Brother Li, don't underestimate these three salt owls. Their own strength is not strong, but don't forget that there are more than 40,000 people in three villages behind them as support. If these three forces are combined, they are a force that cannot be ignored."
Mo Feifan nodded and said that Fenghua was right. He said, "It's not scary to have just three salt owls. What I am really worried about is that their village may come forward."
In the entire Qiushui Town, basically only the salt farmers in these three villages have the courage to sell private salt. Making a grudge with them is like cutting off their own financial path.
Li Dafeng thought for a while and said, "Then do them secretly."
Mo Feifan nodded and shook his head again: "This is a solution, but it is not the best solution."
Li Dafeng didn't understand what this was, but it was not the best method. Not to mention him, even Fenghua didn't understand Mo Feifan's meaning. There was only one person who heard his words on the spot - Qian Shuyuan.
Qian Shuyuan still had frost on her face and took the conversation: "If these three salt owls suddenly die, there will be five, or even seven or eight salt owls in the three villages. The private salt business is a big fat piece. People from the three villages have already tasted the sweetness and will not easily hand over the business to outsiders."
Mo Feifan listened to Qian Shuyuan's words with great interest, and suddenly snapped his fingers after she finished speaking: "Yes, what good way does Sister Yuan have?"
Qian Shuyuan didn't say anything and turned her head to the side. Since Qian Shuyuan saved Cai Mengyu's life, the three girls have become good sisters. She is a smart woman and is not stingy with the opportunity to show her face.
Zhang Rao was naturally a smart woman. She looked at Qian Shuyuan gratefully and smiled: "Let them kill each other, wait until the three villages are fighting fiercely, and then let the government kill one group of people. At this time, if one person can come forward to rescue these villagers, these villagers must be grateful to the person, and the private salt transaction will come naturally."
Unexpectedly, the two women's thoughts were exactly the same as they thought. Mo Feifan was stunned for a moment, then laughed up and said, "It's OK, it's OK."
Fenghua was not stupid either, and immediately said, "We are that person."
The four of them were chatting enthusiastically, and only Li Dafeng couldn't get his tongue smoothly. He simply took out a bag of peanuts and peeled it. Anyway, where Brother Fan was there, he didn't even have to move his brain, just listen to the orders.
After finalizing the plan, it is the stage of how to implement it. It is not difficult to provoke the relationship between three people, just find out their conflict points. Don’t think too much, their conflict points must be salt.
Fenghua leaned forward and asked, "Brother Fan, who will be unlucky first."
Mo Feifan's eyes were shining with brilliance, revealing two deep dimples: "Of course the strongest one, let's do this..."
They targeted Weishan in Weijia Village. Weishan is a typical gangster leader. He is cruel and rude and does nothing, and does nothing to take anyone seriously.
In the evening of that day, Liusha's brothers found Weishan and took it from a family called Hongchunyuan. Then Mo Feifan and others rushed to the vicinity of Hongchunyuan and lie down until midnight (about twelve:30 am now), and did not see Weishan's shadow.
Li Dafeng was impatient and leaned out repeatedly: "It's been two hours, why haven't the damn come out yet?"
Mo Feifan and Fenghua were sad and kept sitting in the carriage and closed their eyes to rest. Seeing the two of them, Li Dafeng asked anxiously: "Will that Weishan spend the night here?"
Fenghua opened his eyes and said softly: "Definitely not. Although Weishan is lustful, it will not delay the serious business. My brother found out that he is going to have a batch of salt to be transported out tomorrow."
Since it was Fenghua said, Li Dafeng couldn't say anything. The brothers in the Quicksand Killer organization have always been effective in doing things and rarely make mistakes.
This wait lasted for another quarter of an hour.
Li Dafeng could no longer suppress his irritability and asked, "I want to go inside and take a look."
Mo Feifan called him, but his eyes still did not open: "Afeng, you have to remember the saying "You don't have to worry about being too late." Everything requires patience."
"Yes," Fenghua said, "I have rested enough, come up and take a look."
Li Dafeng gave him a blank look and had no choice but to jump into the carriage and pretend to sleep. How could he sleep? This battle was dominated by his Black Tiger Hall, which was related to the development of the gang and Mo Feifan's safety. How could he, as the leader of the hall, neglect his duties at this time? Although Li Dafeng is usually confused, his mind can still be clear when it comes to the critical moment.
After another half an hour of long waiting, just when Li Dafeng couldn't get up and was drowsy, he suddenly heard Feng Hua say carefully: "Brothers, come out."
Li Dafeng's fat body suddenly shook and he hurriedly rubbed his eyes. In the dark carriage, Fenghua was bulging with a pair of spiritual eyes, and he stared outside the car without even a blink of an eye. Following his gaze, a large group of people walked out of the gate of Hongchunyuan, including men and women, probably more than twenty.
Mo Feifan whispered and carefully confirmed: "Who is Weishan?"
Feng Hua pointed to a bearded man in his thirties and forties in the middle of the crowd. The bearded man was tall, fierce in appearance, and was wearing valuable silk clothes. Under his arms, there was a young and beautiful girl with a face full of beauty. Looking at the people around him who were competing with him, this person must be Weishan.
Li Dafeng silently counted the number of the other party. In addition to a few girls, there were 25 people, including Weishan. Several of them had agile steps, their eyes were cold and bright, and they were obviously not too weak.
Li Dafeng carefully took out the mountain knife and prepared to take action.
Mo Feifan looked at the surrounding environment carefully and saw that there were no less than ten alleys around Hongchunyuan. It is very likely that the other party would be forced into the alley. At that time, it would be difficult to find them. He pondered for a moment and asked Fenghua: "Is there any remote and simpler place on the road from here to Weishan's house?"
Before the ambush, Fenghua had already walked to Weishan's house from here and had a general understanding of the surrounding terrain. He thought for a while and said, "There is a large open space away from these two miles away, and we can do it there."
"Okay, let's go there." Mo Feifan lifted the curtain of the car and said to the brother who was rushing the car: "Go."
The brothers who drove the car had no objection and agreed as soon as possible.
After coming out of Hongchunyuan, the more than 20 people in Weishan did not notice the murderous intent hidden in the darkness at all. They laughed and laughed and got into five carriages. Weishan sat in the carriage in the middle, kneading the strong breasts of two girls, eating tofu and singing.
Two miles of land, for a group of strong horses, it is just a skill to eat grass and soak shit.
After a while, Weishan's convoy arrived at Fenghua Saidian open space.
As Fenghua said, the environment here is indeed much simpler than the environment just now. In such a large open space, there are basically no other buildings except for a dilapidated farm.
Li Dafeng licked his lips and said, "Brother Fan, can you do it now?"