The first shot was suddenly and thorough. The smoke of gunpowder in the market had not yet dissipated. Those who bought the stocks of these companies were very happy and were heartbroken.

Liu Feiyang didn't take these stocks too seriously, but he also knew that the first shot must start well. Qin Fang knew that today was just the beginning, and the next battlefield was a meat grinder, which was inevitable that blood would flow into a river, so he took the initiative to propose not to go shopping and go back to the hotel to stare at it with concentration. Liu Feiyang felt guilty and could not resist Qin Fang, so he went back.

He sat in front of the computer, with the hotel landline, private cell phone, and Zhang Qiang's phone on the table, ready to face various emergencies. Unfortunately, until the closing of the market at noon, these stocks still showed no signs of falling down, and steadily blocked the daily limit.

Qin Fang was in the living room, looking at the script lines, but never came in to disturb her.

He tried to call Liu Qingqing again, asking her not to be too extreme, but this girl was like evaporating from the world. She could get through the phone but couldn't answer. When she passed the message through Hong Canhui, Hong Canhui could not let her speak.

At noon, the market was silent.

He was still sitting on the chair and did not leave. Only by knowing himself and his opponent could he be invincible. He knew what strength the prince had, and he knew how much money he had. His current strength alone was not enough to eliminate it. Liu Qingqing took everything ahead of time.

"Move quickly..."

Now, the power of the people who have moved closer to it has been turned into their own strength. For example, Mr. Li and Chang Baofa will not be able to win it easily. For example, Jinlong, with limited ability, it is not easy to use him as a transit station to get funds to the mainland.

And I also know that the prince is in the Yangtze River Delta, Ninghai City, the domestic economic center, is frequently moving. Once the prince is allowed to obtain the funds there, he will become extremely passive. Although he has never capitalized the capital market before, whether the funds in his hands are involved in the market, the initiative lies with him. Judging from his strength, he can not fight.

But the words have been said, and many pairs of eyes across the country are staring at this. Once you stop, it is not just a matter of shame, but you will be looked down upon wherever you go.

Liu Qingqing's fire made the prince difficult and made Liu Feiyang difficult to get rid of the tiger.

Liu Feiyang was silent for a while. He had not planned to make his movements quicker before, so that his opponents could easily catch flaws. He took this as a condition to gain the initiative in negotiations, but now he doesn't care about so much.

Jin Long mentioned a person, the second son of the Zhao family.

I have heard of this person Liu Feiyang. Playboy is often rumored to have scandals with celebrities. Several times there were photos of people walking into the hotel with tight packages.

Although the harbor is small, due to institutional problems decades ago, the level of economic development is much ahead. It is often said that wealth is in the hands of a few people, and in the harbor it is in the hands of a very small number of people. After all, the richest man in Asia today is in the harbor.

Although the Zhao family is not as good as the richest man named Li in terms of wealth, the scale of funds will not be much different overall. They are only a handful of people in the mainland. They can win their support and the army can enrich a part.

After thinking about it, I picked up the phone and called Jinlong, and needed to recommend it through him.

Whether it succeeds or not, you have to try it first.

...

In a remote alley located in Balong District, you will walk 81 steps into the alley and stop at the entrance of a teahouse. The front face of the teahouse is simple, with green tiles on the protruding eaves. There are two three-meter-high red wooden pillars under the green tiles. In some years, the red paint has fallen off, and both doors are all wooden boards, painted and are almost falling off.

There are door god stickers on the door, which faded a little after wind and rain.

This alley is rarely visited on weekdays, and few people pass by it. It is not because it is too remote, but no one dares to take the eighty-one steps openly. For the harbor that advocates mystery, those eighty-one steps represent eighty-one difficulties. Only when you go here on a big day...

Of course, it is not ordinary people who leave, but the legendary core members of the club.

After passing these eighty-one steps, I entered the door, invited Xiang, worshiped Master Guan Er, and swore blood to the core member of the club in the future.

If you can open the door for individuals, you will at least be the owner of the hall or the executor of the "426" action commonly known as the harbor people.

There are also blue lanterns hanging on this door, indicating that you will step into the gate of hell, and from then on, life and death will be born and die, wealth and honor will be in heaven.

However.

Today, there were more than a dozen cars parked at the entrance of the alley. There were more than a dozen people in suits and ties and sunglasses standing at a distance of 81 steps. All of them looked heavy. Although they could only stand outside the door, everyone was well-known on the street, at least one-third of the people in the Harbour were familiar with it.

They were all paced back and forth in the alley, silent, and the breeze left behind the alley, and the two of them shuddered.

The atmosphere outside the door with blue lanterns was already like this, and the inside was even more depressing.

When you walk into this door, the scenery inside is somewhat similar to that of the courtyard house in the Qing Dynasty. In front is the main room, all of which are made of wooden doors of more than three meters and five meters. The threshold is very high, and it is 40 cm long. In the middle of the main room is a Guan Gong, which is lifelike. There is a pair of chairs below Guan Gong.

On both sides are two rows of chairs.

At this time, eight strong men with bare bodies were kneeling in the yard in front of the main room, with scars on their bodies intertwined, and half of their bodies were covered with tattoos, divided into two rows, four in front and back. There was no kneeling down, but their waists were straightened. They were the red sticks at the eight halls, which were the number one thugs.

There was a person kneeling in front of this person, not very strong, and his face was somewhat similar to that of the internationally renowned Chinese Kung Fu master. This person is a double stick of red flowers. To put it simply, the person who can beat the most in the whole society is invincible and can only compete with him.

The sun was so fierce that it was so hot that people were sweating profusely when they were kneeling in the yard, but there was no complaint.

In the main hall.

There are twelve yellow rosewood chairs on both sides, and there are people sitting on each chair. Some people look cold, some are angry, some are doing nothing, and some are numb.

Those who can sit in this room, stomp their feet, will have to make people walk around.

According to the Harbour, what is done in this room is: 489 is the leader, the main leader of the Dalu Marshal, and 438 is the deputy leader. In addition, several veterans can enter, and even the most extended red flower double sticks, the club, did not enter much at the official moment.

In addition to the two rows of people sitting in full bloom, there was a person sitting directly in front of him.

It's the Golden Dragon!

There have been speculations about his identity in the outside world, which is well known to everyone, but he himself has never admitted it, and now it has been proven.

Side by side with him, there was no one sitting on the right chair separated by a table.

It is also the only empty chair in the room.

You can tell the position of the second person by looking at the placement.

It has been a long time since everyone sat down, because the one I used to sit down: Uncle Fu!

Where you can sit, it is not only about ability, but also about seniority and contribution to the community.

At this moment, Jinlong didn't say a word, holding the blue and white porcelain tea cup placed on the table in one hand, looking down at everyone, kneeling outside the door, staring at the door, and even waiting outside the door.

The leader of a club seems to be incredible, but in fact there are many helplessness.

Just like now, these people are forcing the palace!

The reason for the forced force is very simple, three simple words: Liu Feiyang!

Although Uncle Fu has been buried in peace, this hatred is still in his heart and no one has forgotten it.

When Liu Feiyang got off the plane, Jin Long said that the risk of coming to the harbor is too high and you shouldn't come. I don't know what Liu Feiyang is planning. He knew the loyalty of the people below him. He just reminded him at that time, but he never expected that the big fuss would cause the main characters of the club to come to Kaishan Hall, which only came every year when the sect was established.

Outsiders don’t know how serious they are. He knows that a little bit of handling will even affect his position.

This leader is not easy to be!

When material desires come into contact with the loyalty of the world, how to choose is a big problem. He does not want to have any disputes with Liu Feiyang, because this can maximize the interests, but the people below do not do it. For the sake of the word "loyalty", they must seek revenge on Liu Feiyang.

The golden dragon raised the teacup and slowly said, "Vote!"

If your own decisions are in conflict with everyone's will, it is better to be more democratic, and the issue of prestige is about.

"Crazy..."

The people in the room seemed to have finally recovered their vitality after a long wait, and there were some sounds in the quaint room.

"I'm out and silly, and I can't do it when I see the murderer who killed Uncle Fu arrogantly in front of me! I'm the first to stand..."

A strong man shouted in anger, and after saying that, he raised his hand.

"I agree, I'll cut it into pieces!"

The other person also raised it up.

The second person sitting on the right hand of Jinlong slowly spoke, "The times have changed. It was not the time that the problem could be solved by fighting and killing. What should I do if I touch the mainland market in Liu Feiyang? What should I do if the Qin family? I can do it. I don't agree with it now. If I want other solutions..."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately retorted.

"When people get old, their hearts are gone. If they don't have the passion, they will come out to work in a club? They must fight!"

"Uncle Fu cannot just leave like this. If he doesn't do anything, what will outsiders think about it and what will his colleagues think about it?"

Jinlong sat in front, drinking tea silently, and the fierce quarrel below seemed to have nothing to do with him.

It took a full five minutes to argue.

He also served the tea for five minutes.

Seeing that the voice had dropped, I finally put down the tea. I saw the twelve people below, five of them agreed to reconcile, and seven of them supported the action, and my heart sank, which means that no matter how I am, I can't affect the overall situation.

Seeing everyone's eyes coming, taking a deep breath, feeling tired of being powerless to turn the world around, but cleared his throat and said seriously, "Everyone obeys the order, starting from now on, a killing order against Liu Feiyang will be issued. All members of the community will not kill Liu Feiyang when they see Liu Feiyang, and will be dealt with astray for betraying the community. When they see Liu Feiyang and kill him, they will be promoted to the second-road marshal..."

"This order is valid for 63,000 members of the community and 1,600 registered personnel!"

"As soon as this order is issued, it cannot be taken back. The pursuers will not die, the club will not be released, and the heads will fall to the ground. This order will collapse!"

After he said that, he stood up and walked to the center of the hall, bowed deeply to Master Guan Er, then stepped forward and walked to Master Guan Er, took out a wooden token from the box in front of him, and the token was written with a dazzling word "kill" in bright red cinnabar.

Pick it up, raise your hand and throw it out of the door.

"Bang..."

It was a small sound, but it was like thunder on the ground.
Chapter completed!