Chapter 907
"Why do so many people come to our village? Why do you want to do this?"
"Who knows, maybe he came to see our Guiziling, but I don't even look like a good person."
"Which one?"
"That's it, the little crew cut with a sullen face, don't you know? Only prisoners in prison can shave their heads like this."
Two elderly women at the entrance of the village were whispering.
Master Ji handed me a cigarette and winked at me.
"Here, brother, get a pack of cigarettes."
"Go on brother."
"Brother over there."
I tore off the plastic and threw a few packs of cigarettes.
They were not polite, they took them apart and smoked them loosely.
This guy with the hairstyle of a reform-through-labor prisoner said to me: "Brothers, you're welcome, we're just here to help Brother Tian fight, and we'll leave as soon as we're done."
"Then you know who you want to do?" I asked.
The reform-through-labor prisoner Xiao Pingtou flicked his cigarette ashes and cursed: "It doesn't matter who he asks for, he will do whatever Brother Tian asks him to do."
"Where are you from? What do you do?" I chatted with him casually. "
He said: "Me, I was just released from Pengcheng Prison last year. As for what kind of work...can't you see? As long as the money is available, we can do any job."
I only remember that this guy was from Hebei, his nickname was Tiedan, and he also lived outside. He traveled all over the world, and his brother came with him. His brother was very dark-skinned, and his name was Heidan.
As he spoke, there was a screeching sound of brakes.
A battered black Cherokee drove up.
Tian Sanjiu changed into sports clothes, put on a mask, got out of the car and slammed the door.
Tian Sanjiu stepped forward after tightening the mask on his face.
"Brother Tian, Brother Tian, Brother Tian."
Regardless of age, when Tian Sanjiu comes over, he will call him Brother Tian.
When he walked up to us, he smiled and asked: "Boss Wang, how have you been these two days? Have the people who said they wanted to kill me showed up?"
Tou Tou groaned and said: "One person showed up, and the others are missing for the time being, but...Tian Tou Tou, you still have to be careful, you are engaging in such a big battle."
"Oh, there are still more than a dozen people from Guangdong who haven't arrived yet. They want to attack me. I'm afraid that others will be impatient, so I won't wait."
"Iron egg."
"Hey, brother."
Tian Sanjiu patted his head and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for more than a year. You must have the paper I handed out to you."
"Yes, I've made a copy, so we all have one copy."
The little crew chief took out a piece of paper from his arms and opened it to see a portrait of the owner of the canteen. It had to be said that the hairstyle, outline and other features were very similar to each other.
Tian Sanjiu waved to the older group of people again, and soon a person ran out from the crowd.
When someone came up to him, Tian Sanjiu raised his head and said, "See, there's no third brother. That wire is the village's telephone wire. Use scissors to cut it for me."
After saying that, he took out several small black notebooks from his arms.
"You leaders, each of you, take a certificate and tell your brothers to be more restrained when you encounter ordinary thorns. Show them your certificate and don't do anything if you can."
Tian Sanjiu glanced at his cell phone and continued: "This village will be searched in the morning. We will have people drive to buy food at noon. We will gather at two o'clock in the afternoon to go to other villages."
After giving these instructions, dozens of people crossed the bridge and entered the village, and the crowd dispersed.
Some villagers were working and eating in front of their homes, but these people ignored them and rushed directly into their homes.
It was approaching 12 noon, and Tiedan ran quickly with sweat on his face and said: "Brother Tian, I have discovered something."
Someone pulled a bald middle-aged man over. Tiedan said: "Your mother... you know her, don't you? Tell her!"
The bald middle-aged man saw the fierce look of this group of young people and said timidly: "The owner of the canteen is Lao Xiumei. I went to Xiajiang Village and saw her once the day before yesterday, but I didn't know what she was going to do."
"Xiajiang Village..."
"Hehe... I'll give you a cigarette."
