Shocking the World: Starting from Rural Teachers

During the May Day holiday, Xue Qiang originally planned to take Bai Cui out to play, but because of some things, he couldn't make it.

Because of a promise, but also because of a check.

As a people's teacher, you still have to have professional ethics to collect money and eliminate disasters for others.

At the exit of Jiansu Expressway, a Mercedes-Benz GLB enters the toll booth.

With the car window down, Xue Qiang handed over the mobile phone payment code to the toll collector to scan it, and the railing was lifted.

Xue Qiang drove for a certain distance, entered the city of Jiansu, and followed the address on the navigation to the entrance of a craft brewery.

Park the car and open the door of the tavern.

"Jingle Bell!"

The wind chimes at the door rang.

The area of ​​the bar is very small, there is only a five-meter-long bar counter, and there are no scattered seats.

The lights were dim, and there were no customers. A middle-aged man in a beige shirt with a forward hat was inside the bar, wiping the cups.

Hearing the sound of wind chimes, the middle-aged man raised his head to look over, and met Xue Qiang who had just walked in.

"Hi, I'm looking for Hei Wuchang." Xue Qiang said.

Yesterday, he received a message from Heiwuchang, inviting him to come to Jiansu's craft brewery.

"You are, Tang Sanzan?"

Fan Wujiu adjusted his glasses and looked at Xue Qiang.

"Oh, yes, you are black and impermanent."

Xue Qiang also looked at Fan Wujiu, he looked like a middle-aged man who was very literary and artistic, and he matched the temperament of this small tavern, he didn't look like a big boss in the dark world at all.

"Please sit down."

Fan Wujiu asked: "What would you like to drink?"

"Water is fine. Those who drive here don't drink."

Xue Qiang sat down at the bar.

Fan Wujiu took a kettle, poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of Xue Qiang.

"Thank you."

Xue Qiang picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"You are really young."

Fan Wujiu looked at Xue Qiang and said, "If I hadn't seen Xie Bi'an's injury with my own eyes, it would be hard for me to believe that there is such a strong top player in Nanjiang Province."

"Before I came, I thought about what Hei Wuchang would look like."

Xue Qiang smiled and said, "Xie Bi'an has white hair and long hair, so does Hei Wuchang have black hair and long hair?"

"Xie Bi'an is a young man with gray hair."

Fan Wujiu also laughed, took off his hat and revealed his bald head, said: "If I had hair, maybe it would be very long."

"The nickname Hei Wuchang doesn't match your image and temperament." Xue Qiang said.

"Because I was darker when I was young, but now I'm getting fatter when I'm older, white and fat."

Fan Wujiu sighed and said: "If tomorrow's battle is not too important, I would not invite you here."

"I know, the decisive battle between Yanwangdian and Luohantang, now there are only two senior partners left in Yanwangdian, you and me, who can still fight."

Xue Qiang said indifferently: "I promised Xie Bi'an that I would make a move at the critical moment, and besides, I don't want to see the palace of Hades come to an end."

After all, more than one billion yuan in dividends a year.

"After more than a month of scuffle, Luohan Hall is also seriously injured, and only four of the eighteen sub-rudders are left to fight."

Fan Wujiu said: "The only thing to be afraid of is the hall master Shi Jiamou, I'll take care of that old thing."

"Leave the four sub-masters to me." Xue Qiang said indifferently.

"It can only be handed over to you."

Fan Wujiu said: "The partners and the masters in boxing are all lost, and now there is no one who can threaten the four of them in the Palace of the Underworld."

"It's not a big problem."

Xue Qiang is someone who has experienced bullets and bullets in Amazon, and he still has the system.

Xue Qiang really didn't pay much attention to this kind of war between provincial criminal organizations.

"That's good."

Fan Wujiu nodded.

Seeing Xue Qiang's calm look, there are only two possibilities.

One is ignorance and the other is overpowering.

Obviously, Xue Qiang belongs to the latter.

In the early morning of the next day, at the entrance of the Jiansu Expressway, the first two vehicles arrived.

An old white Jetta, driven by Fan Wujiu.

The other one is a black Mercedes-Benz GLB, which is naturally Xue Qiang's car.

The two cars waited quietly on the side of the road for a while, and cars drove over one after another, stopping for hundreds of meters on the side of the road.

"Set off."

Fan Wujiu picked up his mobile phone and sent a message in the WeChat group, driving the white Jetta into the highway first.

Xue Qiang followed closely behind, and the mighty convoy passed the toll booths one by one and entered the expressway.

The convoy maintained a constant speed, driving at [-] kilometers per hour on the slow lane of the expressway.

All the passing vehicles looked sideways, guessing what kind of convoy it was.
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Beiyue Province, the dog fighting field in the western suburbs of Yanzhou.

All kinds of vehicles were parked in the yard and outside the venue. Hundreds of sturdy men gathered beside the vehicles to smoke and chat with relaxed faces.

Si Jiamou sat on a pony in front of the house, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and yawned long.

Guan Yin, Mi Le, and Sun Xingzhe stood beside him.

"Why isn't Master Gu coming?"

Sun Xingzhe glanced at his watch, and agreed to gather at eight o'clock, and now it was almost nine o'clock, and Gu Wenshu hadn't brought anyone with the helm over yet.

"I probably won't be able to come." Mi Le's face rarely lost his smile, and his eyes were far away.

"Understood." Sun Xingzhe nodded.

At this time, the door opened, and Jin Xiaobao came out with a thick layer of bandages wrapped around his face.

"Big Peony?"

Sun Xingzhe turned his head and looked over, and said, "Why, come out to get some air?"

"Bring me one." Jin Xiaobao said: "Although I have only joined Arhat Hall for a short time, but the sons and daughters of the Jianghu must have this kind of loyalty."

"But your injury is not healed, and getting involved will also add to the chaos." Guan Yin said aloud at this time.

"There is no problem with his legs and feet, and he can exert more than [-]% of his combat power no matter what." Jin Xiaobao said.

"Gu Wenshu ran away, but you came, which can be regarded as making up for the lack of combat power."

Mi Le smiled and shook his head, the smile returned to his face, but it was a wry smile.

Si Jiamou sat on the ponytail and yawned, rubbing his old eyes and looking outside the gate.

"Buddha, are you sure you are here today?" Guan Yin asked.

"Fan Wujiu has personally called me, he will not break his promise."

Shi Jiamou said: "This war should also end, and if it continues to consume, both sides will lose more and more."

"Buddha, do you still mean what you said?" Jin Xiaobao asked: "After defeating the Palace of the King of Hell, Beiyue and Nanjiang will each give me a city."

"of course."

Shi Jiamou said: "As long as the Palace of the King of the Underworld is defeated, the entire dark world of Nanjiang Province will be included in the territory of my Arhat Hall."

"But most of the people who carve up this territory are gone."

Guan Yin shook her head, and said quietly: "Lord Buddha, do you think it's really meaningful to do this?"

"Great benefits are equal to huge risks. They didn't object to the war against the Palace of the King of Hades."

Shi Jiamou said: "Man dies for money and birds die for food. This is an eternal truth."

"Um……"

Jin Xiaobao also followed Shi Jiamou to look outside the gate, looking further away.

If he can take charge of the dark world business in two cities, he will also be able to take care of the families of the dozen or so comrades who follow him.

Indeed, what Shijiamou said is correct, people make money and birds die for food.

Since you chose to step into the dark world, you should have the awareness to step into the coffin.

"coming!"

At this moment, someone shouted suddenly outside the door, and the men who were smoking in a group all looked solemnly and looked over.

I saw a mighty convoy with no end in view coming here, the front one was a white Jetta and a black Mercedes, and the two cars were driving side by side.

Seeing the familiar black Mercedes-Benz SUV, Guan Yin's expression changed slightly, and she muttered: "He's still here."

"Buddha, the one in that black Mercedes should be Tang Sanburied." Mi Le said.

Shi Jiamou stood up, narrowing his cloudy old eyes slightly.