Lin Qingxi sent a brief WeChat message and put her phone in her bag.
Then continue watching the show.
There were dozens of young and middle-aged people in the room.
Seeing the huge momentum, Queen Ma was calm and composed, and even picked up the pastries on the coffee table to taste them.
"Isn't it a special gift in the wall?" Queen Ma took a bite and then spat out. "No dogs will eat this stuff."
Da Liu stared at Queen Ma, trying his best to control the turbulence in his heart: "Queen Ma is still the same as before, arrogant and arrogant, and doesn't take anyone seriously."
"nonsense."
Queen Ma threw away the pastry plate and curled her lips: "Who told me that I come from a good family and have a hard background?"
"Who asked me to just marry an awesome husband?"
Queen Ma sat up and put her head forward: "Da Liu, if you were me, you would be better at pretending than me."
Da Liu clenched his teeth and his face twitched a little.
It seemed that even if he simply chatted with Queen Ma for a while, he would be unable to hold himself tight and his mood would explode.
Besides, he was not here to chat with Queen Ma tonight.
But revenge.
"Before the fire in Wenyuan Courtyard." Da Liu lit a cigarette and said with a cold expression. "I also have a family background, I also have a great future and a bright life."
"I want to amputate my leg?" Da Liu stared at Queen Ma. "Do I want to live in darkness and hatred all my life?"
Da Liu's mood fluctuated.
The group of people standing behind him, including Xiao Liu who was standing not far from Queen Ma, were full of coldness and hostility.
"All I can say is that everyone has his or her own ambitions."
Queen Ma shrugged and raised her eyes to glance at the old guys who hated her.
"I can only say."
Da Liu put out his cigarette, leaned on his crutch, and said firmly: "You have to atone for your sins tonight."
Creak.
The door of the villa hall is closed.
Inside the house, there was dead silence.
A strong murderous intention swept over him.
…
inside the car.
Zhang Ruoyu had no expression on his face. When he looked up, he happened to see the statue Liang Daishan had funded to build for Zhang Xiangbei.
It’s only been less than a year and it’s already starting to fade a bit.
"What are the backgrounds of those guys? Dare they make trouble in Binhai?"
Han Shixiao drove the car and took a sneak peek at Brother Zhang, whose demeanor had obviously changed after returning from the capital this time.
I was very supportive of Brother Zhang during the chat.
Once he calmed down, Brother Xiao felt a little strange, a little like Zhang Xiangbei.
"I'm not familiar with it, and I didn't go out of my way to understand it." Zhang Ruoyu opened his notebook, took out his pen, and crossed out a few names.
Ye Jinxing's name is drawn with a line.
These names are crossed out tonight.
"But they may feel that by causing trouble in Yanjing, they are afraid of having a bad impact and ending badly." Zhang Ruoyu said flatly. "In Binhai, there are no worries."
When Han Shixiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "What they think is right."
"In Binhai, there are really no taboos."
"but we."
Whoosh!
Han Shixiao stepped on the accelerator to the end, tearing apart the darkness.
The villa covering an extremely large area was surrounded.
There are three floors inside and three floors outside. They are all dark and full of people.
Lu Taisui was the emperor of Binhai, a gangster tycoon of the last century who believed in both black and white. He raised his arms and made numerous disciples and grandsons.
Brother Sihai is a rising star in his prime, and his prestige is self-evident.
Luxury motorcades blocked the front and back doors of the villa. Lu Taisui sat in the front of a limited-edition antique car, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, holding a mouth organ in his hand, tilting his head and playing "Auld Lang Syne", perfectly performing what the Coastal Godfather is.
Brother Sihai squatted beside the car and smoked a cigarette, like a migrant worker who had just arrived in the city and was picking up ashes at a construction site. His eyes were deep and his temperament was rough, which matched well with the music played by Lu Taisui.
Liang Daishan sat in the back seat of Lu Taisui's classic car, turned on the front camera of his mobile phone, and adjusted his newly purchased wig. His suit was neat and his gold-rimmed glasses made his whole look very smooth.
These old guys from the Marina Gang look the same in the Mona Lisa, and they look the same outside.
In front of Brother Zhang, you still have to look the same.
They're all quite changeable.
Ding ding.
Lu Taisui's cell phone rang.
It is the leader of a certain antelope hanging horns in Binhai.
"Old Lu, those people came from the capital, and they all have strong foundations and are colorful."
"Oh." Lu Taisui handed the mouth organ to his grandson Lu Shaoqing and asked him to continue playing. The atmosphere was so stylish, and Lu Taisui enjoyed it very much.
Listening to the music, Lu Taisui felt like a prodigal son full of stories, with every look in his eyes full of drama and every cell filled with pathos.
"Is there anything else?" Lu Taisui lit a cigarette, his butt half leaning on the classic car. The cold wind blew, and the hair on his head was a little messy.
When he was young, he had imagined this scene. When he was young, he had no money and couldn't afford a classic car, and his older brother hadn't invented it yet.
It's a pity that I couldn't pose for a few photos to be used as posthumous photos.
"No, just reminding you." The leader on the other side of the phone said cautiously.
"Thank you." Lu Taisui exhaled thick smoke and smiled. "Old Wang, how many years can you keep gold-plating in Binhai? I have lived here all my life, and I will be buried here when I die."
"My brother, mother, and aunt, whom I have been friends with forever, have been set up to die. Their lives are uncertain."
Lu Taisui said word by word: "They must be able to leave Binhai alive."
"How can I be embarrassed to be buried in the seaside in the future? I will blush."
