Da Daer understood that the trap Sun Yixie set for him at this moment was actually a kind of "literary fight".
This "literary battle" on the green forest road is not about reciting poems and competing against each other, but something else...
Take those who collect protection fees as an example: when fighting for territory on weekdays, they usually decide with their opponents whether they are coming for "literary" or "military" purposes.
If there is going to be a fight, then the two sides must agree on a time and place in advance. The two groups of people will pick up the guy and engage in a large-scale PK. They will run away to find their destiny. Whichever side is beaten away first in the end will lose.
As for this form... there are some, but very few, because no one is sure of winning in a large-scale melee like this; and as soon as an armed fight breaks out, there will definitely be casualties, and the number of casualties will definitely be higher than in a civil fight. More... Even if you win in the end, the medical expenses and settlement expenses afterwards will be much higher than that of a civil fight; not to mention, a martial arts fight can easily attract people from the government.
The literary fight is different. The literary fight is: each side sends several representatives to engage in a "ferocious fight."
For example, a guy comes over here and cuts himself open with a brick, and a guy comes over from the opposite side and chops off his own hand with a knife; someone comes over here and plucks out his own eyeballs and uses them as snacks. After eating, someone came over from the opposite side and stabbed him on the spot, and then used his thing as a banquet.
Just say whether you dare or not?
Don't dare, the territory belongs to others.
If you dare, then stand up and see what you can do to make the opponent's scalp numb.
And this "dare" must be voluntary, not forced.
Even if you are here to perform a shit-eating show today, you still have to sit down there, chew and suck it in big mouthfuls, eat it with joy, and devour it ravenously. After finishing a full bowl, you lick your mouth, slap your chest, stand up, and shout: "Still. Is there any?"
This is fucking cruel.
If after you stand up, you cower, look embarrassed, retching, or cry out in pain after being stabbed or hit with a brick, then you will be very embarrassed. You don’t need to laugh at the other person, and your own people will also beat you. die.
As for those who have participated in "literary fights", regardless of whether you win or lose, the gang will give you a bonus; if you are not dead afterwards, but only injured or slightly disabled, and you want to continue to hang out with the "club" in the future, then what the hell? With the "credit" of this literary fight, you will be able to rise to the top; and if you are seriously disabled, unable to survive, or fail after the fight, the gang will also give you a settlement allowance.
Of course, this kind of thing is not possible. What if your gang breaks up after a while, or the boss runs away? Then you deserve it.
So luck is also very important in this business.
If you're lucky, you can fight for a while, recover from your injuries for a few months, and you'll be the big brother when you leave the house; if you're not lucky, you'll eat shit for free.
At present, Sun Yixie's request is derived from this "literary struggle" culture.
What? You asked why Sun Yixie knew this?
Don't you know how big the Hangzhou Fish Market is? Before Brother Sun unified them, there must have been literary fights every now and then. What kind of "game" had he not seen?
Brother Sun knows where the boundaries of "literary fighting" are for these people who collect protection fees, and what words and methods are most effective in provoking them.
He is now making a fuss about the accidental humiliation of Agent Liu. On the one hand, it gives Liu Da a chance to vent his anger, and on the other hand, it also gives him the prestige to kill the gang again.
Da Dai and the others are now being teased by Sun Yixie, and they are riding a tiger. First of all, Liu Daleng is also an official. He was humiliated by you for no reason, and you didn't have any substantive expression. It is indeed you, Da Dai, who is in the wrong. ; Although Sun Yixie had just beaten the gangster who caused the trouble, it was the latter who asked for it, and it did not count as an apology to Liu Daleng, so the matter could not be settled.
According to the brave and ruthless logic on the road, since you just asked Agent Liu to "drink the hot soup with your face" and you are "all men", if you don't even dare to "pay back a bowl" to each of you, how will you do it in the future? How about establishing a foothold here?
But if you really let each of them walk to the boiling pot of soup and pour a spoonful of it on their faces...even if none of them flinched, they would all be like pigs after the whole thing.
What to do about this?
At this time, the "hooligans pretending to be righteous" will come into play...
"Sun Shaoxia's words are wrong." After thinking about it for a moment, Da Dai suddenly came to his senses and pointed at the still unconscious minion on the ground. "As the saying goes, one person is responsible for his work. Just now, this boy was blind and accidentally hit him. Brother Liu, he should be the one to 'return the favor' to Brother Liu, what does that have to do with my other brothers?" As he said this, he strode to the soup pot, "If Young Master Sun insists on blaming others, then at most it is Blame it on me...As his boss, I am responsible for lax discipline; therefore, I should personally give an explanation to Brother Liu!"
After that, without waiting for Brother Sun's response, he immediately lifted up his sleeves, stretched out his arms, and picked up the hot iron soup pot with the inner sides of his two forearms.
At that moment, all I heard was "呲拉——".
Have you heard about the teppanyaki grill?
This may be what the lay disciples of the Shaolin Temple meant when they branded the blue dragon and white tiger on their arms...
Two seconds later, he picked up the big portion of the soup pot, and without changing his expression, he walked to the side of the guy in three steps. Then... he poured a whole pot of boiling soup on the guy. On the unconscious minions.
Although he does these series of actions very quickly, he actually thinks about every step and controls it.
Have you ever seen the practice of using a large spoon to drizzle boiling oil on food when cooking? There is a difference between pouring the oil on slowly and pouring it on quickly.
Da Dai's pouring at the moment looked fierce, but the damage he caused was actually lower.
In addition, the place where you pour it is also important... If this pot of boiling water is poured on a person's torso, it will be nothing more than a burn, at least he will not die in a short time. However, if it is accidentally poured into the mouth and nose, it may cause airway burns. Jam, death on the spot.
Da Dai didn't want to cause any further trouble, so he avoided the head and basically poured water on the opponent's back.
Of course, no matter how careful he is, this is just boiling water for others.
As soon as the pot of soup went down, the guy immediately woke up from his coma and let out a heart-rending scream...
This guy is not like the big guy who rolled up his clothes in advance and exposed his skin to the high temperature; this guy was doused with his clothes on, so after being scalded, his clothes and skin were stuck together by the boiling water. In addition, he was twitching and rolling on the yellow earth, and it was almost as if a layer of skin had been ripped off.
The people who were watching around looked at this scene, and many of them turned pale with fright. It really hurt just to look at it.
And this... is exactly the effect Da Dai wants.
Now, he, the eldest brother, has paid for this Li'er; his two arms were literally branded with two large pieces of flesh, and he also personally "disposed" the person who caused the trouble.
You, Agent Liu, just got a little red in the face from the heat, but half of my brother's life is gone. This should be even, right?
And Da Da himself is not ashamed. After all, holding an iron pot with his bare arms is more than enough to calm ordinary people in a town.
As for what Sun Yixie said before... Da'er can be said to have kept it to himself. Between the lines, it even showed that he had a demeanor of protecting other brothers.
It can be said that after this round of unequal confrontation, Da Dai has dealt with it very skillfully. As Mr. Gong's right-hand man, he does have two skills.
"Why are you still standing there? Take him to the hospital. Who are you showing him screaming and screaming here?" After pouring the boiling water and putting down the soup pot, Da Da shook his arms and stood with his hands behind his back. While drinking, he gave an order to the other minions around him.
After receiving the order, the minions hurried forward and hurriedly picked up the brother who was still rolling on the ground and carried him away.
At this time, Da Da looked at Sun and Liu again and said, "Young Master Sun, Brother Liu... If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
Liu Dal was stunned and didn't know what to say at this moment. Everything happened so fast that he was a little overwhelmed.
But Sun Yixie still squinted his eyes and replied with a half-smile: "Okay, Brother Daxie, we will meet again later...please."
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The words are divided into two parts.
When Sun Yixie was testing Da Qie at Panyu Market, Huang Donglai... also came to a restaurant in Dongguan.
This is Ah Gong's property.
As we mentioned in the previous chapter, the viewing fees for casinos, Fireworks Willow Alley, and the protection fees for street vendors are the "basic base" of these green forest gangs.
So what is a serious business like a restaurant?
That is naturally an additional source of income beyond the "basic market".
Whether this part of the business is available or not depends on the situation...
Generally speaking, the local medium or slightly larger shopping malls such as inns, silk and satin shops, antique shops, oil and salt shops, drug stores, and businesses that specialize in collecting land rent are all operated by local people. Having local tyrants, official figures, or Jianghu sects as your backers has nothing to do with you. If you want to touch the things in other people's bowls, you have to think about whether you have the ability.
If the local martial arts sects are very weak, then your Green Forest Road gang may be able to capture some medium and large-scale serious businesses outside the "basic market", but if you catch up with the top-level Zhengymen in Luoyang a few years ago, The CEO leads the team, has hands and eyes, and dominates the situation... Then you should keep a low profile and stick to the business of the brothel casino, which is an upright business that is detrimental to face, so it is not involved. In that environment, even the protection fee of the wet market It may not even be your turn.
Fortunately, there has not been a very strong martial arts sect in Dongguan in recent years.
Therefore, the power of the Longmen Gang has developed quite well here.
Unlike Da Da, who likes to recruit troops, expand territory, and seems to be wealthy and powerful, A'er is a smiling tiger... He has a good mind, a deep city, and is much better at superficial skills than Da Da.
Rather than swaggering in the market, Ah Gong prefers to do business that is more efficient and stable in making money.
And this restaurant in the west of Dongguan City called "Zhentao Restaurant" is the best and most profitable restaurant in Agen's hands.
"Brother Ba, people are here."
When the boy who was in charge of running errands came to inform Ah Fan, Huang Donglai was already on the second floor of Zhentao Building and headed towards the elegant room where Ah Fan was.
After hearing this, A-Bai got up and walked quickly to Yajian'er's door.
Huang Donglai was still a few meters away from him, but Ah Fan had already cupped his fists and raised his hands, laughing loudly: "Ha...I think this is Huang Shaoxia. I have admired his name for a long time. I am Lin Huaiqi..."
"Okay, okay, Ah, I know, let's talk in the house." Huang Donglai's attitude was arrogant enough. He was only halfway through greeting the other party when he interrupted him rudely and talked to himself. He passed by the other person and went into the house.
His actions, not to mention Ah Fan's reaction, even the group of boys inside and outside the house and around Ah Fan couldn't stand it.
Whose surname is Huang? Even when the former leader Gong Lianjun was alive, he wouldn't have done this with Brother B.
But just when the younger brothers looked fierce and were about to attack Huang Donglai, Ah Ba quickly turned around and winked at them, telling them to stay still.
The boss has endured it, what else can the younger brothers say?
Ever since, Huang Donglai took his seat in such a swaggering manner.
Ah Ba also returned to his seat and sat down. With his signature smile, he looked at Huang Donglai and said, "I've heard for a long time that Dong Xie and Xi Du behave in an unrestrained and unrestrained way, and they don't stick to trivial matters. When I see him today, he is indeed well-deserved."
"Well-deserved?" Huang Donglai snorted coldly, "Humph...'eye-opening' is right?"
When Ah Ba heard this, he thought to himself: You are quite self-aware.
But he remained calm on the surface, and continued: "Huang Shaoxia is really good at joking, haha... By the way, I don't know why Huang Shaoxia asked me to meet today because he wanted to..."
At this second, Huang Donglai interrupted the other party again and said: "Then I must not only come to you to eat and drink, there must be something else."
