After hugging each other, Master Rong played with two iron eggs and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, our matter has been settled this time. We will win the win between you and me. It is a small matter to make more than one billion or tens of billions."
"Mr. Rong, this matter has to be carefully considered. A few years ago, Fatty Lai also played with refined oil. It is said that he made tens of billions of dollars. He was the richest man in the country Z who was hidden in the 1990s. Look at how miserable he ended up in the end.
All the gangsters in Canada dare to blackmail him. He involves the diplomatic relations between Z and Canada. Our big circle cannot protect him. Oil is the blood on which a country relies on, and it is very risky to grab food from the government.
, But it's a different matter if you always do this business sincerely." Wang Zhongren's words made the important old man in Shanghai laugh up. It was interesting to meet the lake.
After laughing, Master Rong turned his iron glowing with a cold light in his hand and said, "Brother Wang, don't worry, you can't believe my character?"
Wang Zhongren also laughed loudly when he heard this. He spent most of his life in the world. His character is far less reliable than a contract. If this cooperation was not too important and involved a profit of tens of billions of dollars, he would never have been with the old fox of the Qing Gang.
The laughter caused passers-by to turn back frequently. Two Xiongjie, who were calling the wind and rain in their respective territory, sat in Bentley, and the group left in a car.
Someone hid and secretly paid attention to Wang Zhongren's every move during this trip.
"Looking up, looking up at the sky, roaring with great strength. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, and he is so sad!"
Yue Fei's "Manjianghong's Angry Hair" is full of momentum and exciting. In the 1970s and 1980s, this term was often spoken by middle school students and college students, encouraging themselves to study hard and improve every day, be the successor of socialism, and contribute to the four modernization construction. Back then
The eighteen-year-old Wang Zhongren joined the army by chanting this poem, and sacrificed his life for the Republic, almost losing his life.
Now facing the ups and downs of the ocean, I feel a different feeling in my heart. Thirty springs and autumns have passed by inadvertently. Looking back, I have turned my youth away. I am sad. The scenery of my life for most of my life has returned to my hometown far away in the northwest three years ago.
In worshiping ancestors, a few childhood playmates continue their lifestyles, facing the loess and facing the sky, people under fifty-year-old looked like an old man in the city.
Think about myself again, I have a wealth of wealth and wealth, and countless brothers follow me. Several major gang leaders in North America have to behave properly when they see me. As a man, I have all the things that he should have. I have no regrets in my life. I have a few old comrades in the big circle.
When he pushed himself to the throne, Lao Chu, who was born in the Red Guard, also wanted to take the top spot. He was not too anxious to fight and kill each other. Apart from intrigue, he could not sit down and have a peaceful conversation.
Wang Zhongren sighed lightly, his eyes were much more serious, and the North American gangs were staring at the big circle. The Vietnamese gang in Canada, the Indian gang, and the "Hell Angel" with the deepest foundation. Who doesn't want to watch the fire from the other side of the river and take advantage of the troubled waters? Old Chu will not be unclear.
, When will you fight?
After more than 20 years of fighting in the underworld, Wang Zhongren still retains the friendship and friendship of the older generation of soldiers. On the surface, he is not missed, but his heart is ups and downs. Once internal strife, the world that the big circle is fought against by AK47 and Black Star Pistol may fall apart!
The man in black boarded the deck and bent down and said, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Rong, was waiting for you to talk about things."
Wang Zhongren turned around and looked at the horizon completely disappeared from the sky, the smell of sea water came to his face, took a deep breath of fresh air, diluting his annoyance, and then strode towards the inner cabin of the yacht, five close confidants, two left on the deck to smoke, and the other three were the same
Following Wang Zhongren without any slacking off, the six sects in the circle were divided into internal strife, and internal strife was about to break out. Of course, you have to be careful in this trip.
The spacious inner cabin is luxuriously decorated, just like a large living room of fifty or sixty square meters, with high-end furniture and appliances. On the sofa with mahogany frame in the middle, Rong Ye, who was still wearing a long gown and jacket, sat upright, and four men in black were standing behind him, both left and right.
A maid stood on each side.
After all, he is the only remaining veteran of the Qing Gang, and his aura is so powerful!
Wang Zhongren smiled slightly and leaned over to sit on the sofa opposite Mr. Rong. At almost the same time, the four people and two maids behind Mr. Rong were lit up with murderers. The six 54 pistols that were finely crafted were definitely not polished by a small workshop.
This gun and imitation are the most common guns in the mainland, and there is no shortage of Qing Gang.
The three big-circle horsemen also pulled their guns out quickly, but there were people from the Qing Gang and guns behind them. The cold gun was pressed against the back of the three people's heads. The big-circle people who had experienced the tragic scene were unafraid and pointed at the gun directly.
With a expressionless face, Wang Zhongren looked around the cabin and said without fear: "Mr. Rong, what does it mean?"
The old man who was over 70 years old smiled and said with a slight smile: "Brother Wang, someone offered a condition that could impress me to your life, so I have to be despicable for another time, don't blame me."
"Is this good at killing my Qing Gang?" Wang Zhongren sneered.
"You will know immediately." The old man turned over before he finished speaking, his movements were so agile that everyone expected. At the same time, Wang Zhongren rolled down, and the survivors who had been baptized by gunfire and bullets were extremely strong. The gunshots were loud.
Three large circles of horsemen were attacked by the enemy on both sides and had no way to avoid them. Blood shot out from them, dyeing the floor red. Each of them was shot more than a dozen times, and they were forced to keep their brother down, buying time for their elder brother.
The fallen Wang Zhongren took this opportunity to take out the two guns hidden in his body, shoot quickly at the enemies in front and back, and kill three people in an instant. The sharpness of the gunshot technique remains unchanged back then. The rest of the people either hide in the shooting dead corners or exit in a hurry. Wang Zhongren gritted his teeth and rolled on his back.
As I approached the hatch door, I just got up, a bullet penetrated into the back of my waist. The huge inertia caused the tall and burly body to plummet forward and lay outside the hatch door.
Outside the cabin door is an aisle. You can jump into the sea by climbing over the aisle guardrail. Wang Zhongren looked up and pointed at his head with two black muzzles. The two who blocked the aisle were laughing with a hideous smile. It was completely over. It was hateful that he did not die thirty years ago.
In Vietnam, I didn't become a martyr.
Wang Zhongren sighed and laughed wildly. People will die. Compared with the comrades who were buried in the battle of Southern Xinjiang, they are too lucky. They are the top students of famous American universities. What else can I miss in this life?
Grandson, shoot! It’s something you can show off for the rest of your life!”
On the deck, the man who had fallen in a pool of blood stood up tremblingly. A corpse next to him was his companion. He followed Wang Zhongren for eight years. He pretended to be dead and waited for a chance. He saved him eight years ago.
His family, today he gave Boss Wang a life, everyone stared at the cabin door and ignored the man covered in blood.