After Zhang Lang asked Xizi to send several sand trucks away, he waited for the news that the vehicles had been intercepted.
A fierce battle was imminent, and Zhang Lang didn't feel much nervous because blackmailing people was what he was eating.
He entered society in the late 1990s. At that time, few low-level gangsters were doing business on their own. Firstly, it was because the Internet was not developed and they did not know what they could do. Secondly, it was also because this group generally had a low cultural level. , most people do not have the brains and level to do business.
In the mid-1990s, the "three halls and one club" consisting of a game hall, a song and dance hall, a video hall and a billiards club became the hardest-hit area where young people gathered.
At that time, Zhang Lang's father saw business opportunities and opened a billiards club. The income in the first month was more than the family's salary for half a year.
The family originally thought that they could live a good life by seizing the opportunity during the transition from a collective economy to a market economy. However, starting from the second month, some local rogues saw that the Zhang family was making money, and trouble began.
Wave after wave of hooligans came to collect protection fees, like locusts rushing into the cornfield. In just one week, the billiard club was smashed three times by different people.
At the end of 1995, Zhang Lang's father had a quarrel with some young men who were playing golf for no money, and someone cut off the tendons in his left hand with a knife.
Zhang Lang, who was still working in a steel factory at the time, heard about what happened to his father. He rushed to the rental house of the gangsters that night with a kitchen knife, seriously injuring one person and slightly injuring four others.
That night, Zhang Lang was so frightened that he had a fever. He sat on the earthen kang at home and stayed up all night, waiting for the police to come and arrest him.
As a result, after dawn, it was not the police who came, but the gangsters who had smashed the store before, and they took the initiative to send compensation.
A year later, the steel factory closed down, and Zhang Lang, who had been bought out, was laid off and took over his family's billiards club.
In the wave of layoffs that plagued the country, Zhang Lang was not greatly affected. Instead, he relied on his family's billiards club to get through those difficult years.
It's strange to say that Zhang Lang, who used to be shouted at by others in the factory, worked honestly and was a down-to-earth person, but he was never respected.
On the contrary, after he chopped up those troublemaking gangsters, he became famous in the surrounding area.
There are many gangsters in the Northeast. The root cause is the wave of layoffs. A large number of factories closed down and young people were displaced. The number of gangsters doubled in those years. If we look at the tycoons in the three northeastern provinces before and after the century, most of them followed the wave of layoffs. There are inextricably linked.
At that time, the little gangsters had nothing to do. They gathered in the three halls and one club all day long, making a mess. Only Zhang Lang's billiards club had a prosperous business. Many gangsters would politely call "Lang Ge" when they came in and out. .
Later, people began to send him cigarettes, drinks, and money, asking him to help deal with some troubles.
With the rise of Internet cafes, shopping malls and other entertainment venues, the business of billiard halls became increasingly difficult. Zhang Lang eventually closed the billiards club directly and began to help people deal with these social affairs full-time.
In the early days, Zhang Lang felt anxious every time he went out to fight. Afterwards, he was so frightened that he couldn't even sleep well.
As the saying goes, evil people will have their own troubles.
After a period of time, he discovered that most of the pretentious gangsters were paper tigers who were strong on the outside but hard on the inside. And the more crazy he acted, the more those people were afraid of him.
In the beginning, Zhang Lang just set up the persona of a mad dog for himself, but after living with a mask for so many years, it is now difficult for even him to tell whether he has really changed or whether he is still pretending.
Zhang Lang doesn't have any extraordinary ideas, but he also knows one thing. He can make a living by fighting bravely now, but when the day comes that he can't fight anymore, he will starve to death sooner or later.
Therefore, the conditions proposed by Wang Hu this time were very tempting to him, and he also wanted to do this well and seize this opportunity.
The fierce battle imagined did not come.
After Zhang Lang sat in the car for nearly half an hour, Xizi walked to his car and said, "Our driver replied that the car has already entered the main road. The road there is wide and there is a lot of traffic. The other party should not Block them over there!"
"No one showed up?"
Zhang Lang was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you say that Lu Tao has been looking for trouble with Yao Xiaowen these days? I'm walking in the sand here, how is it possible that no one from him came?"
Xizi has no interest in these things at all: "I'm not from the battlefield. If you ask me about this, how would I know? Our other cars are almost finished installing. What do you think?"
"The scale of Yao Xiaowen's battlefield is too large. A few simple trucks of sand may not be worth attracting the other party's attention! If they don't show up, then we can handle it as normal!"
Zhang Lang waved his hand: "You let the convoy set off normally, I will drive behind you, and I will handle any problems you encounter!"
"Okay, let's go!"
When Xizi heard what Zhang Lang said, he took out his walkie-talkie and began to direct the convoy on the road.
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The cars sent out by Zhang Lang drove much faster than the others. Before Xizi could reach the main road, they were already approaching the building materials market.
In the leading four-wheeled vehicle, Wu, the team leader sitting in the co-pilot, saw the outline of the building materials market from a distance. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Xizi's phone number: "Daxi, I'm almost home. Where is this batch of sand piled up?"
Xizi responded: "Isn't there an empty material yard in the backyard? Pile the sand there first and arrange it later."
"okay!"
When Old Wu heard this, he said to the driver: "Take the back path and unload the truck in the backyard!"
"Buzz!"
Just as the driver turned onto the side road, two vans rushed out diagonally, blocking the sand transport convoy one behind the other.
When Lao Wu saw the young man filing out of the car and holding a murder weapon, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly called Xizi back: "Daxi, something is wrong! Our car was stopped by someone, and there were many people coming. Look, You don’t look good!”
"Bang! Bang!"
Before Lao Wu could finish his words, a young man rushed forward, smashed the windshield of the truck with a pickaxe, and roared: "Fuck you! Get out of the car and kneel down. Whoever dares to resist will be killed on the spot." Throw him down!"
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On the other side, Xizi heard the noisy shouting on the phone and quickly asked the driver to honk the horn. At the same time, he leaned out of the window and started waving to Zhang Lang's car.
"Buzz!"
The Sonata accelerated and drove to the side. Zhang Lang lowered the window and looked at Xizi: "What's wrong?"
Xizi spoke quickly: "Something happened over there in the market! What these people are looking at is not the battlefield, but the building materials market! The few cars that were walking before were all blocked and smashed!"
"Fuck you! These baskets!"
Hearing this, Zhang Lang yelled at the two vans following him: "Let's all go to the East Lake Building Materials Market. The gang is already there!"
