Dong Lei nodded as if he understood, and went with more than 20 of his men to collect the protection money.
The first thing he chose was a salt shop called "Youji".
"You Ji" can only be considered a small salt shop in Qiushui Town. The store is not big and can only sell ten tons of salt at most every day. Apart from paying the extremely high government salt tax and labor costs, only what really goes into the boss's pocket is
Two taels of silver. Two taels of silver is nothing to those rich people, but to ordinary people, it is a big number.
"Youji" is as the name suggests. The boss's surname is You, and his name is Youliang. He is an old slicker in his forties and well-known far and wide. Youliang likes to smoke hookah. In addition to eating and sleeping, you can see him from morning to night, chirping and swallowing clouds.
Breathing mist.
At this time, Luo Liang was full of wine and food, leaning on a lounge chair and smoking a hookah leisurely.
Last night, he went to "Chunyuan" and found his old acquaintance - Xiaohong. Xiaohong looked average, the asking price was not high, and the work was pretty good.
Youliang half-squinted his eyes, reminiscing comfortably, and the guys came in and out without disturbing his interest.
"Boss You is so excited." A voice broke into You Liang's ears. You Liang slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath of saliva, and leaned on the recliner without moving: "Who are you?"
The person coming is none other than Dong Lei.
Dong Lei was holding a cloth bag and said quietly: "I am from the Sickle Gang, and I came here to buy salt."
Youliang has never met Dong Lei, but he has heard of the name of the Sickle Gang. A flash of awareness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a condensing voice: "Oh, are you a brother of the Sickle Gang?"
"Well, I'm here to buy salt." Dong Lei said with a smile.
The Sickle Gang had a good reputation in Qiushui Town, and Youliang didn't want to offend him. He showed a bright smile and said to his subordinates: "Send a bucket of salt to the brothers of the Sickle Gang."
"Okay, boss." A waiter clapped his hands and was about to take the cloth bag from Dong Lei's hand. Knowing that Dong Lei didn't appreciate it, he stopped the waiter's hand and said with a leisurely smile: "One bucket is not enough."
There was dissatisfaction on his shiny face, and he was a greedy guy. He frowned and asked: "Then how much do you want?"
Dong Lei stretched out a finger: "At least one load every day."
Luan sat up and said in an unhappy voice: "Are you kidding me?"
Dong Lei drew his right hand to his waist, took out a butcher's knife and stuck it on the table, and said seriously: "Who are you kidding? I'm here to collect protection money today."
"No one here has ever collected protection money. There was no one before, and there won't be any now." Youliang threw down the hookah in his hand and refused fiercely: "Ganggun, otherwise I will be rude to you." As he spoke,
, more than a dozen anti-salt warriors have gathered around. They all have bright machetes in their hands.
Dong Lei turned a blind eye to the machete in front of him and said harshly: "There is a first time for everything. If you don't agree, I will destroy you."
You Liang angrily pointed at Dong Lei's nose and cursed: "I'm not scared. Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're from the Sickle Gang. Brothers, kick him out."
The wrestlers agreed and stepped forward to push Dong Lei. At this moment, dozens of thugs with steel knives suddenly ran in from outside the door. These thugs stood behind Dong Lei and started pushing and yelling with the wrestlers. Finally, Dong Lei
Lei Fang said: "Do it!"
Dozens of people were fighting together, with no one willing to give in.
In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen anti-salt fighters fell to the ground and wailed. Dong Lei grabbed the shiny skirt of his clothes and approached his neck with a butcher's knife: "What are you thinking about now?"
Youliang felt that the edge of the butcher's knife would cut his throat no matter how close he got. He was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and said dumbfounded: "Yes...I...I promise."
"This is called a hero who knows the current affairs." Dong Lei patted his shiny face with a butcher's knife and smiled with satisfaction: "Remember, in the middle of every month from now on, you will have money ready."
Youliang's monthly income is about sixty taels, and if he gives 10% to the Sickle Gang, he won't close the company. In response to the Sickle Gang's ruthless tactics, apart from scolding him a few times, he can only choose to swallow his anger.
Dong Lei dispersed all his men and divided them into ten teams. These ten teams ran rampant in Qiushui Town, smashing up places and collecting protection fees. In just one morning, the owners of fifty or sixty small places agreed to each
Every month, 10% of the profit was given to the Sickle Gang. There were not many people they could call, so they had no choice but to swallow their anger.
The shiny man is like a mad dog, frequently causing trouble in Qiushui Town. The owners of our small shops are all in danger, fearing that they will find them.
As Dong Lei's only opponent, Fang Hua, also stopped making any noise at this time. He would rather sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. Let Fool Dong grab it. The more fierce they fight, the more men and horses they will lose.
His chances of winning will be even greater. When the time comes, all the territory Dong Lei grabbed will rightfully belong to him.
He thought well, but he never guessed that Dong Lei actually did this to seduce his lover Mo Feifan. He prepared Lian Fei's funeral in a leisurely manner, and there was a calm and peaceful atmosphere within the Sickle Gang for the time being.
In addition to asking small shops and stalls to pay protection fees, Dong Lei also targeted several large shops in the town. These big shops have many clerks, and they have never paid protection fees. He wants them to listen.
Dong Lei's words are not that simple.
Mo Feifan is still staying in the drugstore where Li Dafeng is. It has been twelve hours and he has not woken up. According to what the pharmacist said, it is unlikely that he will wake up. However, Mo Feifan is unwilling to accept it.
From this fact, he could clearly see that Li Dafeng's complexion had improved a lot.
Since Li Dafeng fell into coma, he had drank half a bowl of chicken soup. He had lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets were sunken and bloodshot, and he looked extremely haggard.
The brothers and women around him saw this in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts. If Li Dafeng continued like this, it was another matter whether he could recover or not. Brother Fan's body must have collapsed. Fenghua held a few plates of side dishes and said with concern: "Brother Fan, you
Just eat something." He and his brothers said this sentence countless times, but the answer they got every time was always: I'm not hungry.
"I'm not hungry." As expected, Mo Feifan said this again.
Fenghua sighed, he had said what he needed to say dozens of times, and even he felt bored.
Hearing his brother's lament, Mo Feifan laughed dryly and changed the topic: "By the way, how is the Scythe Gang doing over there?"
Feng Hua briefly talked about how Dong Lei collected protection money to expand his business, and how Fang Hua organized Lian Fei's funeral.
Mo Feifan licked his dry lips and nodded: "It seems that this Dong Lei still has some brains and can understand my thoughts."
Feng Hua: "Maybe it's not him, or it's the people around him. I sent someone to inquire specifically. This Dong Lei is just a martial artist. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to do such a thing."
Mo Feifan shook his head and nodded: "This is not important. What is important is that I am very satisfied with what he is doing now. By the way, you send the brothers from Black Tiger Hall to help him secretly, and don't be united by the bosses of those places.
Destroy him. We will still use him to rule here."
"Xue Feng has already brought someone to do it, brother Fan, don't worry." Feng Hua: "By the way, what should we do with Fang Hua?"
"Look at what he does next. If he also joins the action to seize the opportunity, it means he is not a fool. If he keeps doing nothing, he is a fool. There are already enough fools in the world, why bother leaving one more."
The implication behind Mo Feifan's words was already obvious.
Fenghua understood and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly Li Dafeng's weak voice came from the hospital bed: "Water, I want to drink water."
Mo Feifan and Fenghua were startled at the same time, and exclaimed in unison: "Ah Feng."
They turned around and saw Li Dafeng slowly opening his eyes.
Mo Feifan couldn't hold back his excitement and came to his side and said: "A Feng, you woke up, you really scared me to death."
Li Dafeng looked at Mo Feifan and said intermittently: "Brother Fan, give me a bowl of water, I'm going to die of thirst."
Fenghua screamed and quickly went to pour water.
Seeing his brother wake up, Mo Feifan was even happier than he had been in a fight. He squeezed Li Dafeng's hand and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
Li Dafeng shook his head.
Mo Feifan asked again: "Would you like some fruit?"
Li Dafeng still shook his head.
At this time, Fenghua had already brought water and casually said: "Find you a girl?"
I saw Li Dafeng's eyes wide open with tears in his eyes: "Brother, help me up and try."
"Pfft", Fenghua almost choked on his own saliva and said, this kid hasn't been burned yet, he is still the same Li Dafeng.
After drinking the water, Li Dafeng's complexion and energy improved a lot. He shook his head, looked around, and asked, "Brother Fan, why am I here?"
Before Mo Feifan could reply, Feng Hua scolded him: "How dare you ask? You drank to death and almost killed yourself. Do you know that you were in a coma for a day and a half, and you killed everyone?"
I'm scared to death. Brother Fan has been guarding you for a day and a half. If you don't wake up, Brother Fan, Brother Fan will..." At this point, he couldn't say any more, and his voice choked up.
I don't know if I am happy, sad, or excited.
Seeing Mo Feifan's haggard look, Li Dafeng's eyes were fixed, as if he understood something. He suddenly jumped out of bed, knelt down in front of Mo Feifan, and slapped himself hard: "Brother Fan, I, Li Dafeng, am confused.
.I swear to you that I will never drink alcohol again from now on."
Everyone has feelings, whether they are kind-hearted or ruthless. You want others to follow you and work hard. In addition to having admirable abilities, it is also important to know how to be a good person. To Mo
Li Dafeng kept the extraordinary love in his heart, and it was not without reason that he would swear allegiance to Mo Feifan in the future. Although Li Dafeng did not quit drinking in the future, he drank much less than before, and there was no
I missed something because of drinking.
Mo Feifan waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. He stood up and said to Li Dafeng: "Ah Feng, you have a good rest first. I will come over to see you later." As soon as he stood up, his eyesight went dark and his body fell straight down.
.
"Brother Fan!" Li Dafeng and Fenghua exclaimed in unison.