Prince Brother, whose real name is Wan Xulong, is 35 years old this year. But in terms of qualifications, this guy is a veteran in the realm.
In the 1990s, with the reform and opening up, Hong Kong and American blockbusters also began to enter the mainland market. At that time, it was the era of video hall rise and madness.
Wan Xulong was only in his teenage years at that time. He was at the age of being prone to puberty. After watching a few steps in the video hall, he thought they were handsome. He was very majestic when he became a big brother---drinking, picking up girls, and chopping people. .Money and powerful. This is exactly the life he wants.
So he found several young people who also dropped out of school. A few of them formed a small group, with the main business of fighting for others and helping others vent their anger.
There are more stubborn masters in the Sijiu City. The young men were not even considered to be with Mao. But Wan Xulong made a name for himself by relying on the word "ruthlessness". But later Wan Xulong discovered it. It is definitely not a solution to keep going like this. Especially when he is still in the imperial city, it is easy to get into trouble. So he began to use some of the money he has saved over the years to start a loan business, which is the legendary usury.
As a result, this is a good life. Small investment and high returns. After more than ten years of business, I have not had a net worth of over 10 million yuan and I have a net worth of tens of millions. After transforming myself, I have become the general manager of an investment company. In fact, this so-called investment company is also It just sounds better. The thing I do behind the scenes is to lend money to usury.
"I'll look for you." Yan Murong sat there steadily, looking at Wan Xulong and said, "You are the legendary prince brother."
"It's me. Who are the two of you? I'm really helping me to discipline me. You're really hard." Wan Xulong asked with a smile. Although he was arrogant, he was not a fool. He could do his own things. After calling, I dared to call me to meet me. I must have some support. Moreover, there are countless young masters in Yanjing. There are countless first-, second- and third-rate men. I can even lie flat and I can spare the earth for a few laps. Are these two young masters from which family?
Although Wan Xulong had doubts, he had not been in vain in the past twenty years. He also had many connections. He didn't care about some second-rate and third-rate young masters.
"What a coincidence. We are also the princes." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I just don't know which one is more real."
When Wan Xulong's face changed suddenly when he heard Yan Murong's words---Of course, he was not angry, but was shocked.
The word "Crown Prince" in ancient times naturally refers to the son who named the emperor and asked him to take over the throne. But now, it is more of a nickname. For example, a gangster brother is more nickname in order to make his nickname sound more It’s even more frightening. What kind of nicknames are like princes or emperors? Of course, there is another explanation. It is what Wan Xulong is most reluctant to think about--***.
***. This is a special name for some top young men in Yanjing. Only at their level can they be called ***. And these people are people he can never afford to offend.
Of course, Wan Xulong is not a brainless person. Of course, he will not believe whatever others say. After a brief moment of fear, his eyes swept around Yan Murong and Ning Kun. Then it fell on the two of them. Wear on.
Ning Kun was wearing a suit. He didn't know the brand but it was not too expensive. As for Yan Murong, let alone. He was still a cheap sportswear that was comfortable but inconspicuous to wear.
So Wan Xulong felt much more at ease.
He has seen *** before. And he has seen a lot of them. Look at those *** princesses. None of them wear gold and silver. When they go out, they drive valuable luxury cars. Even if they wear them, they wear them. Sportswear. The sportswear is also customized from abroad. Who would wear such a suit that costs hundreds of dollars per store?
"Haha. The two brothers are so good at joking." Wan Xulong laughed loudly, took the chair handed over by his subordinates and sat down. He took out a cigar from his pocket and grabbed it between his fingers. A subordinate immediately held it with him. He handed over with a lighter.
Lighting the cigar, Wan Xulong took a sip with a very stylish look and said, "Both ones, we understand. Don't scare me. I won't scare you either--------I have been in trouble for a year since my prince has been in trouble for a long time. It's been two years. There may be some misunderstandings today. I believe you are not the ones who owe me money. So we took this matter. How about it?"
"That's right. Harmony is the most important thing." Yan Murong nodded with a smile.
"Haha. That's right. Harmony is the most important." Wan Xulong said with a laugh at his opponent. "Have you heard that? What era is this? You still fight and kill. Harmony is the most important thing. Do you know? ”
As he spoke, Wan Xulong suddenly changed his mind and looked at Yan Murong and said, "Since you said that peace is the most important thing, then I hurt my three men. How should I settle this account?"
"What do you want to calculate?" Yan Murong asked with a smile, turning a blind eye to the hostile eyes of the stubborn men behind Wan Xulong.
"Little brother is happy. I just like talking to happy people." Wan Xulong looked at Yan Murong with admiration and said, "Since you asked me to say it, I won't make things difficult for you. You hurt me three times. I’ll just give me some medical expenses per person-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yan Murong was so angry that he always blackmailed others. He didn't expect that the geese were pecked by the eyes by the wild geese all day long. Someone else quarreled him on the head.
Ning Kun was also happy. He was quarrelled by Yan Murong two days ago. Today, he saw someone quarrelled by Yan Murong. He couldn't help but scream inwardly. This is really a retribution for evil.
"Not much. It's really not much at all." Yan Murong nodded and said, "To express sincerity, I decided to give you one million and a half million cash. This way. You wait. I'll call. Let me tell you. People come to give money.”
"Wait." Wan Xulong suddenly stopped Yan Murong and said with a sneer. "Little brother. I said that you don't scare me. I don't scare you either--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Call the police?"
"Call the police. How is that possible?" Yan Murong looked innocent. "I did this to express my sincerity------If you don't want cash, then check."
As he said that, Yan Murong reached into his arms, as if he was going to get a check book.
"Wait." Wan Xulong shouted again.
"So what's wrong?" Yan Murong asked in confusion.
"The check is not needed." Wan Xulong said with a smile. "Since this is your sincerity. If I don't accept it, I really don't give my brothers face. Just like that, one million and a half million. I want cash."
"Boss Wan is so happy." Yan Murong laughed and grabbed the phone and dialed a number.
"My sister-in-law, I'm in Hongtian Building. A good brother I just met borrowed money from me. I don't have that much cash. Please send you one and a half million cash. Yes, um, um. Hurry up. I'll wait for you. ”