Just as Zhang Jun rushed to Mandler, Anjiang City, Zhang Jun's hometown.

They had been squatting in Zhang Jun's hometown, and at least had a month-old scarred face, Brother Qing and Xiao Yang Guo, and the other two received a call from Chai Shao at around 8 o'clock the next morning.

The phone call was made to Brother Qing, and this vulgar three-person group also refers to Brother Qing.

In a van on the side of the road two hundred meters away from Zhang Jun’s hometown, Brother Qing answered the phone, “Hey, Brother Chai?”

"I have been squatting for so long, but I haven't missed it. I'm serving you delicious food and drink. It's time to do the job."

Brother Qing was stunned and asked, "Are you sure you kidnapped Zhang Zhixin today?"

"Yes." On the other end of the phone, Chai Shao's voice was very low: "I have been betting on Ang Lee. I originally thought that with Ang Lee's energy in Shao Y, Zhang Jun could not twist it, but I didn't expect that this was the case. Ang Lee's grandson was driven away by someone and ran away from the Long March. Everyone was driven abroad. It seemed that there was no possibility of turning around."

"Brother Chai, how did you know that Ang Lee was driven abroad? I don't think it can be done. What kind of physique is Yilong? His capital strength is at least four or five times that of Junhao, and Ang Lee's uncle is still the one in the city..."

"I also have friends in Q Jing, and he told me." Chai Shao explained in a low voice, then said softly: "Things of the world are unpredictable. If you want me to say that Ang Lee can have the result today, it is all done by himself. If you don't do it, you won't die."

"Yes." Brother Qing nodded and agreed, then looked at Zhang Zhixin's home from afar and said, "Okay, Brother Chai, just leave it here to our brothers three, so you can rest assured. It's absolutely true, nothing happened. According to convention, at this point in time, Zhang Zhixin should go out to work."

"Okay, let's not talk more for now." Chai Shao whispered: "I'm useful to tie Zhang Zhixin. Zhang Jun is now a decent person... When you get his father, pay attention to the methods and try to be gentler in your attitude. Do you understand?"

Brother Qing carefully thought about what Chai Shao said, then nodded, "I understand."

"Well, that's it first."

As they said that, the two hung up the phone.

"Brothers, I'm ready to work!"

Brother Qing put the gun on his back, stepped out of the van, and said to Xiao Yangguo on the scar face inside the car.

Scarface stared and said, "It's been started! You're so stupid. Yang Guo is fucking in the car every day, and he's all cum on the mat of the car. The whole car smells of pickled vegetables."

Yang Guo cursed with a squinted eye: "The smell of pickled vegetables? Just lick it?"

Brother Qing scolded with a stern face and said, "I'm not doing anything, I'm working! Be careful, don't show my gun, have a better attitude, look at my wink."

"Why!"

Scarface and Yang Guo nodded.

At the same time, Zhang Zhixin locked the door and rode an electric Zongshen tricycle parked in the yard, preparing to go out to work.

Logically speaking, with Zhang Jun’s current value, his father can enjoy a happy life, retire early, go back to the countryside to have blind dates with relatives, and play cards and mahjong every day, but Zhang Zhixin did not.

In life, there is a kind of person who is called "unable to rest". If you ask him to stay peacefully on the kang or watch TV on fire all day, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him.

This is true for grandma Zhang Jun, and so is Zhang Jun's father Zhang Zhixin.

After the Chinese New Year, Zhang Zhixin will be fifty, but the job of riding a tricycle to transport goods is a hard work, and it needs to help people unload and load goods. It is a physical job. Zhang Zhixin, who has been doing physical work all year round, has much better physical fitness than his peers. People who are almost fifty years old are still tight muscles. When they do work, they are full of vigor and biceps on their arms are also quackly.

Zhang Zhixin checked the tire pressure in front of the tricycle, then got on the car and prepared to start.

At this moment, Brother Qing and the other two walked over.

Brother Qing walked in front, took out a pack of white sand from his pocket, pulled out one for Zhang Zhixin, and then smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, are you going to work?"

Zhang Zhixin was stunned for a moment, looked up at Brother Qing and the other two, "Are you?"

"I am Brother Jun's friend." Brother Qing smiled and said, "That's right, Brother Jun has something wrong in City H. I want to ask you to come over. Look... Otherwise, you don't go to work today, put the work at hand first, and go to the city?"

Zhang Zhi's new year is almost fifty years old, and he still has basic living experience. So, Brother Qing said this, but he didn't believe it all, and immediately asked, "What's wrong with Junyizi?

"I can't explain it clearly in one sentence or two. Can we chat in the car?" Brother Qing pointed to the van parked not far away: "Look, the cars are here, and we are here to pick you up."

"Why don't he call me if he has something to do?"

"Uncle Zhang, you know, Brother Jun is doing big business now and is very busy." Brother Qing raised his eyebrows and said, seeing that Zhang Zhixin still didn't believe it, he stretched out his hand and lifted his clothes around his waist, "inadvertently" exposing the imitation 64 on his waist, and then pondered: "Uncle Zhang, you know more or less that Brother Jun's business has become bigger and bigger in recent years, and it is inevitable that he offended people. Now... it's not peaceful."

Zhang Zhixin glanced at the imitation 64 on Brother Qing's waist, then looked around at the surrounding neighbors.

It is already the twelfth lunar month, and it is very cold in the winter. At this time, many people have not yet gotten up, so they have basically never seen anyone in the neighbors and are very deserted.

At that moment, Zhang Zhixin raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you, you can wait first, I'll lock the car."

"Why!"

Brother Qing and the other two nodded.

On the other side, somewhere in Mdianmand, Zhang Jun, with King Kong and seven or eight others, met Ang Lee in a small flat building.

When he saw Ang Lee, one of his hands had been copied onto the solid wood chair in the room, just as Ang Lee said: At this moment, even if Sakyamuni came, he could not save him!

Zhang Jun stepped into the room, pulled a chair in front of Ang Lee, glanced at him, and said, "President Li, it's less than 48 hours since we last met, and we're meeting again!"

An Ang Lee's face showed a mockery: "You are so cruel. The relationship is hidden very deeply. It's not just Xiao Feng's relationship, but also Taihe. Haha, it's not unfair that I can leave here today."

Zhang Jun reached out and gave him a big shave, then grabbed Ang Lee's head and half held his head, causing the latter to tilt his head slightly, and stared at him expressionlessly: "Are you satisfied with this result?!"

Ang Lee licked the blood that oozed out of the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Don't be satisfied! After so long, I'll kill you a minion. You killed my brother! You didn't blow you to death or not, you're lucky!"
Chapter completed!