"What are you doing looking for those harmful things?"
Contrary to what Luo Heng thought, Uncle Deng had no intention of covering up.
It just defaulted.
Luo Heng felt angry.
The co-author fought with others to death, and only got three thousand oceans of gold bars.
You guys are good, you pick up ready-made things, swallow them, and in the end blame your brothers for not asking about it?
The smile on his face faded a bit.
He said: "That thing is quite valuable. The brothers and sisters in our boxing gym eat rice bran every day. I am looking for a way to make money and improve the food for everyone."
Uncle Deng frowned even more tightly.
He squeezed out the Chinese character Sichuan on his forehead and scolded: "Is that a serious way to make money? If you want to make money, go to the Magic City. There are plenty of opportunities to make money there."
Luo Heng couldn't hold himself any longer now.
From what the old guy meant, he didn't want to deliver the goods.
Damn it, a bunch of gangsters actually got their hands on our Foshan Luo Wudi...
It’s just like using bean bags as dry food!
Uncle Luo will not spoil you!
Our Uncle Luo is the kind of person who, when bitten by a mosquito, will think about how to bite him back.
Can you bear this grievance? Everything else is easy to discuss, there is no need to discuss the money issue...
He said coldly: "I call you uncle like this and use the word you in my words because I am used to hypocritical social interactions.
"You can really think of yourself as my elder. I hope you can understand this. What is mine is mine. Whoever reaches out, don't blame me for chopping off someone's claws!"
There was silence in the tent...
Uncle Deng stared blankly at Luo Heng, the jade cigarette holder he regarded as a treasure drooping at the corner of his mouth.
Mr. Liu Da's hand, which was about to take the tea cup, paused in mid-air.
Brother Yong, who was leaning against the door frame while watching the show, staggered and almost fell down.
He was complaining crazily in his heart.
How many years?
How many years has it been since no one dared to confront Uncle Deng like this?
Hey, why does this sentence seem a bit familiar?
The last time I talked to Uncle Deng like this...well, it seems like just yesterday...
Is this the brat in front of me too?
I'm afraid Uncle Deng won't be able to bear it anymore this time, even with his father's kindness.
You have to teach him a lesson...
Just as Brother Yong was imagining that Uncle Deng would throw a cup as a signal, a group of thugs rushed in and pushed Luo Heng to the ground.
Or should he fall out on the spot and do it himself, giving Luo Heng a big dick...
Suddenly a curious voice sounded from behind: "What's wrong? Are you all following me like a demon?"
In the accounting room.
Uncle Deng rolled his eyes and took a deep look at Luo Heng.
Turning to look at the door.
Wu Shou squeezed in from Brother Yong.
He looked at Luo Heng curiously and then at Uncle Deng.
Finally, his eyes fell on Mr. Liu Da.
Mr. Liu Da calmly picked up the tea cup, shook his head slightly at Brother Shou, and winked at Luo Heng and Uncle Deng.
Wu Shou was startled and looked away.
He said to Uncle Deng: "Uncle Deng, we have discussed it, and Ye Qianwen should come forward. We will arrange a way for him to pass the three levels at the Golden Tower.
"First, let Third Sister familiarize him with the ways of Bagua, and then Brother Yong and Mr. Liu will come forward to help him become familiar with Xingyi and Zajia's playing methods.
"Wubao can't let the Southern Wulin lose face."
Uncle Deng looked gloomy, nodded, and said in a low voice: "It's done well, the matter is settled. It's up to you to decide who else to use."
Wu Shou looked at Luo Heng strangely.
What do you want to say, but you stop talking.
Uncle Deng didn't even look at Luo Heng, and suddenly said angrily: "Ayong, take him to the dock and give him the things. Give him the people too..."
Brother Yong responded: "Okay."
Facing Luo Heng, he said angrily: "You brat, come with me."
Luo Heng sneered disdainfully.
If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it will really make you think that your brother is a sick cat.
You still have to fall out, otherwise you wouldn't be so happy.
He turned around and walked towards the door.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard a snap behind him.
Luo Heng turned around curiously and saw a small purple sand cup shattering on the ground.
Uncle Deng bit his cigarette holder and said harshly: "Little Chi, if you leave this door today, you will never want to step into this golden building of mine again.
"Unless you follow the rules of the arena and fight your way in step by step!"
Luo Hengben already felt that there was such a fuss today.
I will never come to Jinlou again.
When he heard this, he immediately said with joy: "Okay, you guys, get ready. In the big show tomorrow night, the one who will take the stage will represent the southern martial arts.
"I can be considered one of them. You guys set up the ring and wait. I will come tomorrow night."
Brother Yong saw that the momentum was not right.
He urged: "What are you talking about? Do you still want the things? Let's go..."
Luo Heng gave the three of them a final smile.
Turn around and leave.
When I arrived at the door, I saw the third sister sitting at the door of the hall.
Brother Yong shook his head, said nothing, and walked directly past her.
The third sister frowned and asked Luo Heng behind her, "What's going on? Why do I hear so much noise inside?"
Luo Heng grinned and said: "It's okay, the old man is being called for debts and feels unhappy..."
The third sister was stunned.
Luo Heng has followed Brother Yong out of the Golden Building.
The two walked in tandem without speaking.
All the way to the dock.
Brother Yong pointed at a group of small fishing boats parked on the shore.
"Well, what you want is over there..."
Luo Heng looked up.
Sure enough, I saw a somewhat familiar boat among a group of fishing boats.
Isn't this the boat lying underground in the Fuqing Gang's warehouse?
Together with these guys, they directly loaded the goods on the ship that Guo Liangqi was planning to escape.
Parked swaggeringly on the pier...
He didn't even hide it, it was really dark under the lamp! Uncle Deng is darker...
With Brother Yong here, the man guarding the boat said nothing.
He got off the ship directly and handed the ship and cargo to Luo Heng.
Brother Yong pointed to the boat again and said, "There are two more people inside. Since Uncle Deng has spoken, I will hand them over to you as well.
"Don't blame me for talking too much. Uncle Deng and your father are true brothers, and they take care of you sincerely. Men, you can take care of yourself in the future."
Luo Heng curled his lips.
It's all gotten to this point.
So what if I misunderstood?
Isn’t Luo Heng really a fool?
On the contrary, he was able to go from being a essayist in a small town to being admitted to a key university and graduating with honors.
Find a job that is hard but allows you to be independent in a big city.
Perhaps he has little experience in social planning. But not stupid.
The original person is also Luo Heng!
Uncle Deng and those people can ignore the original person, but when they come to me, they treat him differently?
Where is the turning point in their attitudes?
Not after Luo Heng traveled through time and showed his strength due to cheats!
In this world, except for parents, who would really treat someone sincerely and without any regrets?
Isn’t everything based on the expression of one’s own value?
Brother Yong saw that Luo Heng was disapproving and turned around angrily.
Luo Heng jumped on the boat, opened the curtain and looked inside.
I saw two men lying tightly tied up inside.
One of them, just by looking at his figure, was an old acquaintance, Guo Liangqi, the leader of the Fuqing Gang and the former quasi-county chief.
The other one also looked familiar.
However, because he was lying on his side with his face facing inside, Luo Heng did not recognize him.
He bowed forward, reached out to grab the belt, and pulled it across the front...
