Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Five

"Asshole, shut up!"

Liang Xiucai's expression on Liang Zikuan's expression was once again stern: "I'm not dead yet, and the Flying Dragon Gang is not in your turn to call the shots!"

"Today's purpose is peace is the most important thing. Fighting and killing is just a last resort. What are you talking about to Mr. Wang Village? Baishizhou can throw you hundreds of millions to death."

Liang Zikuan tilted his head slightly and stopped talking, but his expression was indifferent.

Liang Xiucai dissipated the fierce expression towards her son, restored her gentle and elegant attitude, and nodded to the charter wife:

"Mr. Wang, Inuzi has never read a book and doesn't understand manners. Please don't be offended."

"It's just that we came this time, really sincerely."

Liang Zikuan gently fanned the white fan, maintaining a kind look: "It sounds like you are going to give us a bonus of over 100 million yuan every year, but this is just a drop in the bucket for you."

"Isn't it good to spend a small amount of money for some comfort? We make a small amount of money, how good it is for you to seek comfort."

"Why do you treat it like a scourge, turning a win-win cooperation into both losses?"

He persuades him in a good manner: "A harmonious society, hello, I am good, is really good."

"As long as you don't harass, we will always be happy."

The charter woman snorted coldly: "You are the root of the turbulence in Baishizhou."

She has experienced too many human relationships and worldliness, how can she not see that Liang and his son sing red faces and the other black faces.

"This makes sense, but it's not quite correct."

Liang Xiucai let out a hearty laugh, and gently tapped his hand wearing a jade ring on the table: "I admit that the Flying Dragon Gang has always been eager to station in Baishizhou, and I also thought of many means to come in."

"But you should know that even if the Flying Dragon Gang can't come in, there will be some Black Dragon Gang Butterfly Gang coming in."

"Baishizhou is such a big piece of fat, how can you stay out of it? You will definitely get a bite."

His eyes did not flicker sharply, on the contrary, there was a heart-to-heart, which made you have to believe his words and agree with his words:

"Rather than being gnawed by crows or wearing tigers and wolves, Baishizhou might as well distribute the benefits to the Flying Dragon Gang. Everyone supports each other and stays outside."

I have to say that Liang Xiucai's remarks are very beautiful. Many villagers' arrogance has been reduced a little, everyone is innocent, and they are guilty of crimes. The fat piece of Baishizhou generates amazing profits every year.

It is indeed a bit whimsical if you want to stay out of the way, the white underworld will try to squeeze in, conflict is inevitable.

"The words are very nice, old man Liang, if you don't engage in MLM, it's a waste of your talent."

The charter lady was unmoved: "Baishizhou is such a big piece of fat, it was made by ourselves, and it has a relationship with you scum?"

"Don't worry if you become a social scum yourself, and still want to **** blood from us for nothing, do you have any backbone?"

"With hands and feet, you can support yourself as a security guard. The underworld is worthy of your ancestors?"

"He gave birth to you from Guangzong Yaozu, not to lose his old face."

"Support each other, do you think I don't know what you think? Beihua District is almost all yours, and we are the only one left."

"If you don't take us down, the remaining urban villages or other forces that compromise with you will be ready to instigate your opposition."

The charter wife is very shrewd: "If they unite against you, the Flying Dragon Gang will be overwhelmed. Once the situation gets out of control, the Crows will take advantage of the void and grab the Flying Dragon Gang's territory."

"Old man Liang, dare you say that you are so anxious to take Baishizhou, aren't you worried about this?"

"And I heard that the Flying Dragon Gang has been in bad luck recently."

The charter wife apparently also received a lot of information from the Flying Dragon Gang: "Not only was my son beaten up and sent to prison, but several capable officers were also damaged."

"You feel unlucky, so you want to use Baishizhou to transfer your energy, old man Liang, you have a good abacus with one stone, but you just used it in the wrong place."

The words were sharp, but the sword saw blood, and suddenly pierced the intention of the Flying Dragon Gang.

Liang Xiucai moved the corner of her mouth, and forced a smile: "Mr. Wang looked deeply."

"Fat woman, don't be self-righteous, what are you? You'd better show respect to our helper."

Sister Feng couldn't help it, and she was fierce: "If we didn't help us restraint, let us let you three points, I would have blown your head early."

"Our beggar brother was driven away by you and lost tens of thousands a day."

"We came to the big banyan tree for a stroll, and you bewitched the tenants to beat us, and the medical expenses were hundreds of thousands."

"Now I dare to yell at us, believe it or not that I demolished your Baishizhou?"

Sister Feng remembered the siege that night, and remembered Ye Tianlong who had calculated them, her face couldn't help but anger, wishing to destroy the entire Baishizhou.

The charter wife also slapped the table: "Shemale, you shut up your old lady. It's not your turn to speak here. The tenant beats you. It's your midnight."

"If you stay at home, you will be mistaken for being beaten by the police? Asking your mother for medical expenses, I haven't asked you for loss."

"That night, my mother had a dozen flower beds, six street lamps, and eight dogs all broke."

Sister Feng was so angry: "You--"

"What are you?"

The charter wife is not forgiving: "If it wasn't for my old lady that night, and I couldn't get up to beat you up for a while, I would kill you as a dead ladyboy."

"Under the guise of the Master of the Holy Hand, carrying Zhu Dapen's brother-in-law's brand, you know how many scams and abductions have been done in Baishizhou."

"I let you off more than once, and even kicked my nose on my face. Do you really think of yourself as a green onion?"

Sister Feng's face was as dark as a dark cloud, and she pulled out a telescopic stick with her backhand: "The charter lady, you dare to criticize me, are you looking for death?"

"Brothers of the Holy Hand Church, **** this old witch to me and tear her mouth apart."

Sister Feng gave an order, and a dozen of her cronies shouted to charge.

"Do not impulse."

Liang Xiucai still stretched out his hand to stop the fighting, and told the angry sister Feng to step back a few steps: "Palace Master Feng, do big things, you must be calm."

"Moreover, this is a society under the rule of law. It is impossible to fight and kill at every turn."

Sister Feng looked aggrieved: "Helper, she insulted me."

"Learn to be patient."

Liang Xiucai dropped four words to Sister Feng, and then looked at the charter woman:

"Mr. Wang, it doesn't make much sense to talk about those branches and leaves. Let's continue to talk about business. I will make my attitude clear today. Baishizhou, I will make a decision. The conditions can be negotiated, but the maximum reduction is 20%."

Liang Zikuan also shouted: "Father, I want them to hand over Ye Tianlong."

The charter wife said: "Don't talk, we will never agree."

Uncle Gui and they all said together: "Yes, don't agree, never agree."

"I take a step back, how about 70 million a year? You promise, today we form a gentleman agreement."

Liang Xiucai also gradually became fierce: "No, I will start tomorrow, and I will transfer a thousand flying dragon gangs, and come to Baishizhou every day to make trouble."

"Don't worry, we are civilized people, and we won't do anything to beat, smash, and rob. We will only guard every shop or block every street to paralyze it.

"If the effect is not good, I will let people go to the shops and restaurants in Baishizhou every day, throwing 30 to 50 mice and hundreds of cockroaches."

"I think that if this goes on, you will not lose one hundred million. I am afraid that it will take a few hundred million to fill the hole."

Liang Xiucai's face began to hideously: "At most three years, I can turn Baishizhou into an empty city."

The charter lady's face was cold: "Do you dare? They dare to come, I will let the security see one by one and call one by one. We have money and don't care about medical expenses."

"But you guys, how many beats can you hold?"

"Security? Do you still have security?"

Liang Xiucai hit the chartered wife's seven inches at once: "There are more than two hundred people, it seems that there are only dozens of related households left."

He tilted his head slightly, and Uncle Ying stood up, got up and walked to a two-meter-high decorative vase, hitting his head hard.

The vase shattered with a ‘huh’, and fell to the ground, full of fragments. With this hand, the shocked villagers were dumbfounded, and the security guards trembled.

Uncle Ying pointed a finger at the security guard and shouted, "Are your lives worth only three thousand and eight?"

"Dangdangdang!"

Dozens of security guards threw the electric baton in their hands, and then shouted to the charter wife and the others: "Mr. Wang, we have the old and the young, we can't afford it."

After speaking, they did not wait for the charterer to respond, and ran out to the door in fear.

The charter woman's face changed slightly.