In the evening, several people went directly to the largest casino.
Lin Feng pointed to the side.
“There are self-service drinks and drinks, you can eat whatever you want.”
Li Yunlong rushed up to the wind and rolled the remaining clouds.
"Are there any peanuts?"
The waiter was also dumbfounded. Where did this man come from?
Can you curb your nouveau riche temperament?
"I asked you if you have any peanuts? Why are you talking so much?"
The waiter almost got scolded and hurriedly went outside to buy two portions of fried peanuts.
Li Yunlong drank and chewed peanuts.
From time to time, all the cards are studded out, and the dealer frowns.
"If you don't want to play, you can go to the lounge over there without disturbing other guests."
Who is Li Yunlong?
He was trying to find trouble. Hearing what the grandson said, he turned over the table.
"Fuck you uncle, I just don't want to see you continue to open this business. Bullshit casinos are all lies."
Lin Feng smiled.
"Does my eldest brother act like him?"
Ding Wei nodded.
"It's just like he is a gangster..."
Lin Feng just asked Li Yunlong to deliberately find trouble, but he didn't expect this buddy to appear in his true colors.
It directly disrupted the casino business, and the manager came out to apologize.
"We don't accept your apology. I ask you, where is your boss?"
The manager got slapped in the mouth.
"Where's the boss?"
The boss came in with a dozen gangsters...
"Who is looking for me? Where is this brother from?"
Li Yunlong threw away the peanuts in his hand with a playful smile on his face.
"I thought the boss was a bastard and was just a coward."
"Starting from today, the casino is not allowed to open. If you let me know that you dare to open it again, I will smash it every time I see it. Do you hear me?"
Li Yunlong had already come in with the Eighth Route Army, and the casino owner was pushed to the ground and tied up.
Lin Feng was also surprised. He deliberately looked for trouble but didn't force the boss out of the background.
Just identify yourself.
"I am Lin Feng, the leader of the Dragon Kingdom Special Operations Group. I want to talk to you. If you don't fund the United States, I can share my profits in Siberia equally with you."
Lin Feng's move was very effective, and many people looked at it.
In Lin Feng’s own words, as long as he doesn’t help the United States, what’s the point of giving him some benefits?
"Brother Lin, are you really here to talk about this matter?"
Zhao Gang recognized the fat man at a glance.
This is a famous gangster leader from ten miles away.
"Boss Huang, if I didn't say this, would you still refuse to come out?"
Huang Jinrong smiled.
"Let's talk in the inner hall."
Lin Feng sat down and got straight to the point.
"Boss Huang, you helped the Eighth Route Army a lot during the Anti-Japanese War. We know this in our hearts."
Lin Feng didn't say the last half of the sentence.
But Huang Jinrong guessed that the Eighth Route Army had never attacked him.
But Huang Huangrong did something wrong when it came to funding the United States.
"My mistake, I have never helped Americans."
Huang Huangrong shook his head like a rattle.
Ding Wei has a quick eye.
"I also believe that Boss Huang is not this person, so why is your name on the list we collected?"
Huang Jinrong was also puzzled.
"I just deposited money in this bank, I don't know anything else."
It turns out that what happened was that Huang Huangrong’s money was misappropriated by Americans.
But this is disguised funding.
"Don't give me such a calculation. How many years can I live with this old bone?"
"I can't withdraw the money now, how about we join forces?"
Huang Jinrong asked someone to bring him a map.
"Most of the banks in the concession are controlled by foreigners."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng stared.
"Why are there still foreign concessions?"
The whole place fell into silence, and this was all the fault of the bald man.
"Baldou just gave up and left it alone. It didn't solve the problem of the concession at all."
Lin Feng frowned.
"Then don't deal with this matter urgently. I'll deal with some personal matters first."
Li Yunlong and Ding Wei came out, and Zhao Gang persuaded Lin Feng.
"Isn't it inappropriate for Captain Lin to take action against foreign concessions?"
Lin Feng's eyes were cold.
"I just forgot to deal with this matter, otherwise I would take all these places back."
Lin Feng entered the Eighth Route Army headquarters in the suburbs.
"As the leader of the Dragon Kingdom Special Operations Group, I order you to move the troops into the concession."
The people in the headquarters stared blankly.
"What are you doing standing still?"
"We have already reported Captain Lin's concerns about foreign concessions, but we have not yet received approval."
Lin Feng stared.
"What's the approval? I'll move the troops in right here. I'll have them move out within 12 hours!"
"This is our country, the land of us Chinese people. This bullshit concession, I don't want to be his mother's concessionaire anymore."
The more than 20,000 infantrymen stationed outside the city were divided into two parts and marched into the two concessions.
Lin Feng wants to completely solve these problems this time.
John Bull was the most confused.
"Why are we moved? We spent money on this place."
Huang Huangrong also brought people to cheer.
He winked at his subordinates and scratched his ears.
"What did you spend? You are cheating us Dragon Country people out of money in disguise. Are you going to move the hell?"
The knife was pulled out, and the foreigner was so frightened that his face turned ugly.
Under Lin Feng's watch, these foreigners moved their things out and left the concession as soon as possible.
"A weak country has no diplomacy!"
Several John Bull businessmen burst into tears.
Lin Feng arranged them into the dormitory room of the Eighth Route Army station.
"The food and accommodation are here. When I contact you on the boat, go back."
The John Bull side is fine, but the Gallic Chicken side is a little troublesome.
"They had guns in their hands and refused to cooperate with us."
Lin Feng found it interesting.
"He has the courage to go against us just because he has a gun in his hand."
Huang Huangrong quickly smoothed things over.
"Captain Lin, these foreigners are just like this, a bit stubborn."
Lin Feng didn't take it seriously either.
"What do you think of Mr. Huang?"
Huang Huangrong pulled the person aside.
"Let's go have a chat with their leader. If the chat doesn't go well, it won't be too late to start shooting."
Lin Feng understood in his heart.
The land around here is owned by Huang Jinrong.
The one who suffered the most after being beaten to pieces was this old guy.
"Then I'll give Mr. Huang this face, and I'll talk to him in half an hour."
Wei Boli, the leader of the Gallic chicken men, looked at Huang Jinrong.
"You are the detective I promoted, and you actually want to help Lin Feng?"
"We have lived here for decades on this site, and we cannot just move away."
Huang Jinrong persuaded Wei Boli.
"It's okay if you don't move. Lin Feng is a martial artist."
"If you have the urge to bleed, I will sue you for not obeying the rules and hiding weapons."
When the contract was originally signed, except for military and police equipment, no other weapons were allowed.
Wei Bailey was dumbfounded by his own cleverness, which was like shooting a stone in the foot.
"Then we can't move it away like this."
Huang Jinrong frowned.
