At that time, Huang Yuanyu was seriously injured in many places, and he was unable to get sick and had a high fever. He had only a few trusted subordinates beside him, and they all rescued Huang Yuanyu in a melee and then fled from Vladivostok and hid in Gro
The secret house in the countryside of Diekewo.
The chilly wooden house was filled with the smell of suffocation and despair, and everyone, including the "thief" Huang Yuanyu, was unable to break free under the guns of strangers.
"If you die, none of you will survive."
Finally, the tall man who stepped into the house beat a thin layer of snow melting from the collar of the leather coat, picked up a round wooden backrest chair, then took out the Chinese brand cigarette that was very rare in that era, and he waved his hand
Stop the prisoners in front of him who wanted to die before they were dying and asked a question in despair, and sat down calmly, "My name is Zhang Fuxing, I am a tobacco businessman."
Although Huang Yuanyu, the "crazy thief", had never heard of Zhang Fuxing's name in the past, some people in his personal essayed Zhang Fuxing because they had been rushing around in the Far East of Russia for many years. In his impression, Zhang Fuxing was just
Tobacco dealers engaged in tobacco smuggling business around the Tongjiang Port.
"We have no grudges and no grudges with you"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fuxing interrupted: "They and I have no grudges or grudges."
A sentence is like a thunderbolt. The words "they" in the words are far more shocking than the dozens of gunmen who broke into the door and window just now. After hearing this, Huang Yuanyu couldn't help but feel shocked.
He then gathered his eyes and stared at Zhang Fuxing's pupils. In his dark eyes, there was a bottomless abyss that could swallow people's hearts. A day ago, the first snow in winter.
The autumn of Vladivostok that year was very short, and the long winter came with snowflakes. The ships on the Vladivostok Port where the ocean currents meet are deserted. A slow drive into the parking lot on the right side of the brand new double-storey shopping mall building not far from the port.
A European imported luxury car with a special license plate for the capital Moscow Ministry of Agriculture. On the rear seat of the car is a fat Russian man with a red face and thick lips. He is the largest imported from the Russian Federation in the future.
Grain tycoon Gary Monomach, at that time, was already the chairman of the powerful Khabratov family's grain company, controlling all the food and agricultural trade on the Russian eastern coast and the Siberian railway line.
At the same time, the person sitting side by side with him turned out to be Zhang Fuxing, a tobacco businessman from Khabarovsko. The two of them whispered in Russian from time to time on the road. After the car stopped, Zhang Fuxing and Monomach were in the black car window.
After shaking hands inside, Zhang Fuxing pushed the door and got out of the car. Gary Monomach closed the door tightly, but did not leave.
The first light snow in early winter melted as soon as it landed. The side door under the escalator on the second floor was muddy. After getting off the car, Zhang Fuxing walked leisurely in the snow alone, his steps were steady. He walked around the parking lot to the front of the shopping mall, and the stairs were wide.
The steps walked up to the platform on the second floor and looked into the sea in the snow breeze. The sea surface was quiet, like a poetic and picturesque.
He turned around, carried the wind, leaned against the railing, raised his leather shoes and swung the pile of empty wine bottles under his feet, took out a cigarette, and lit it. Five Russian laborers near the platform left behind the sacks of work.
Drinking beer in the cold wind, seeing the smoke from Zhang Fuxing, someone came over to borrow the fire. Zhang Fuxing simply handed a box of matches to the Russian youth. At this moment, on the other side of the second floor platform, the outside was the most
The side door of the warehouse of the large grain and oil wholesale store opened, and there were more than a dozen Chinese people with faces surrounded by several old men. One person in the center of the wall was strong and fierce. He was Xiamen, the largest Chinese gang in Vladivostok back then.
The famous "second leader" of the party, Chen Hongliang, is the current leader of the gang.
The sea breeze was mixed with light snow, and the coolness came. Zhang Fuxing turned around and looked at the sea, wherever he looked, the harbor dock, the train and railway, and it was actually all the Xiamen Party territory.
Once upon a time, the eastern "sea grain road" took a port to unload goods from here, and then loaded it through the Vladivostok railway station, the terminus of the Siberian Railway, and transported it directly to the Moscow Caucasus in Europe. For a hundred years, the Xiamen Party has firmly controlled the grain road business to preserve it. The terminal railway defended a century-old foundation. They fought against the Manchus, Mongolians, Japanese and Russians here with blood and death, and fought against bandits, bandits, soldiers and gangs. The land was stained with blood again and again, making Wusu red Liwan and Amur Bay. However, history will not repeat at this moment, and everything is irreversible. Chen Hongliang is leading the Xiamen Party to a dead end.
Since the death of "the leader of the great leader" Huang Donglai, the Chinese gang war broke out across the board. Chen Hongliang, the second leader, took over as the leader, no longer appeared publicly. He handed over all gang affairs to his subordinates, and focused on commanding the suppression of "the thief" Huang. Yuan Yuhe attacked the "Er Laohui". In order to prevent any deviation, he lived and hid under layers of protection, and no high-ranking members of the gang are allowed to meet. A public appearance like today is even in the Xiamen Party's own territory. It is the first time since the war started, and only a few core leaders in the interior have learned the details. Chen Hongliang's appearance was a helpless move.
Anger requires a price to pay; fighting requires blood. Chen Hongliang, who is highly esteemed about this truth. He has been strengthening the Xiamen Party with an iron fist for nearly forty years in his life and is invincible. This time, the gunshots of Vladivostok continue, and the Chinese gangs are earth-shaking. It can be said that knowing oneself and his enemy will never be defeated in a hundred battles. In order to avenge, Chen Hongliang eliminated the strong enemy in one fell swoop and restored the might of the Xiamen Party. He used retreat as an advance to hide his only weakness and announced the cessation of operating all gang businesses.
The decision-making effect of suspending gang business is demonstrated, which brings quite obvious advantages during the underground war of gangs. The core senior members no longer need to show up for business operations, and their whereabouts are all turned into a highly alert state of confidentiality, which makes them during the Chinese gang melee , whether it is the "crack thief" Huang Yuanyu or the "Er Laohui" who carried out sneak attacks and assassins, they only damaged the fur and did not hurt the wings, and the backbone was preserved. In the later period, although the Xiamen Party was "incited to comprehensively kill the "crack thief" Huang Yuanyu, they were " The Er Laohui took advantage of the situation and attacked the Xiamen Party headquarters on a large scale, resulting in a large number of high-level backbone casualties. However, overall, such a low high-level casualties loss rate and backbone strength were preserved, and in this whole line It is already difficult to get into the gang war. It is precisely because of this that even when the Xiamen Party was attacked and defeated by the "Er Laohui", the "crazy thief" Huang Yuanyu took advantage of the situation and could only end up in the defeat and almost died on the spot.