He held several door bags he had just collected, and two small objects in his waist that were still carved with eyes. The manager, who was short-eyed and narrow-eyed, looked at the backs of those whispering toward the streets, sneered heavily from his nostrils: "Just like you, you are still pointing at the money you can make money with one hand? Don't think about whether you are destined to be in your life?! He is still happy to dream of marrying a wife when he dies. If you don't die in this Sijiu City, no one should die!"

He murmured in a low voice, the manager with short eyebrows and small eyes dragged a long stool in one hand and walked into the half-open door of Maoer's house...

It was exactly the same as the way Maoer was thinking about. He had just revealed his words to those people carrying squirrel cages to ask for things. A group of people who were thinking about making money were like honey ants. They lifted up the manager who was sitting on a long stool. They didn't care about the door bags they had already prepared, but they took out the money they had on their ribs that were usually tied to their heads, and they were stuffed into the manager's hands!

Just those things that were not trained in the whole work that were asked from the manager can bring back more than ten dollars in one night, or even one or two valuable items that could be put on a pawnshop and called to death. What's more, what kind of money can the thing that trained in the whole work that can bring you?!

Seeing those people who wanted to take advantage of the situation, they were in chaos, and they fought for countless smiles, made many benefits, made enough positions, and got enough benefits, then they slowly squeezed out a sentence from their teeth - there was more than one thing that trained the whole work, and they could only see who could take out a lot of money and make money! It would be useless to say too much here now. To see the silver talk tomorrow night, and take things with their wealth. Everyone understood it under their eyes, and no one could steal any advantage!

He was happy to think about the number of door bags that he could get tomorrow. The manager was about to enter the door and the other person outside the door, but a three-point cold and seven-point arrogant voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Is this the nest of the cat in the north of the city?"

There was a stuttering garlic under the feet, and the manager with short eyebrows and thin eyes hung his head and fell into the door!

Although Maoer, the north of the city, is not a serious figure in the scene in Sijiu City, he can at least be famous among the characters who train rats in Sijiu City. Don’t look at the house you live in, but the buns have meat but not the folds. If you really want to talk about the money you hold in your waist, it is no worse than the well-known merchants and wealthy families in Sijiu City!

Including that Maoer Master can be in a relationship in both black and white, no matter who sees Maoer Master in Sijiu City, he can't call Maoer Master on the scene, he is too embarrassed, right?

Where can I come out to see such a person who comes to the door and slap in the face?

After twisting his body hard, the in charge immediately shouted: "Who is this..."

Without waiting for the manager to say a word, the manager who had just twisted half of his body had already received a crisp slap on the face. He beat the manager who had just twisted half of his body and spinned it twice before he could stand on the door!

Covering the bruises that were about to appear on the forehead, the size of a walnut, the manager opened his mouth, and his two back teeth had fallen out of the manager's mouth!

A strange scream was heard. The manager who slapped two back teeth off for no reason and immediately stepped back into the door of Maoer's house, shouting straight with his neck: "Come on here... I'm here to smash the open flames..."

Accompanied by the manager's crying voice, three or four strong men with short sticks in their hands rushed out of the two ear rooms next to the courtyard gate, one by one shouting at the top of the door: "Who is this? You dare to come to the door to smash open flames just by just holding a lamp?"

"If you have ears, you should understand what kind of land the Maoer's house is, right? You'll suck it to death, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense! You can break into a private house and beat him to death. Brothers and I'll go side by side!"

Without waiting for the hiring men who were raised by Maoer's house to rush to the door, the barrel of a southern pistol was stabbed into the yard from the open door. With a sneer, a middle-aged man with a half-short beard and a felt hat on his head covered his face slowly walked into the yard, and shouted in a cold voice to the hiring men who shouted very enthusiastically: "Who can I see who is coming to hit me?!"

As soon as I saw the hard fire house in the middle of the man's hand, the few yelling yelled and stopped suddenly, and the scolding that was about to be spoken out was beaten and swallowed hard from their throats...

Most of the people who come to the door to sip and smash open fire are arranged in 20 or 30 people, and most of the people they hold are short sticks, small slappeds, iron rulers, ghost-headed knives and other weapons. Even if they can hold a hard fire in their hands, they will be covered with a red cloth and keep the firearms out of sight of the sky.

If you really want to come to the door alone, and keep your hands on the hard fire family, you will either be involved in the official's relationship or cause grudges among wealthy families. Only then can you show your way to establish your authority when you come to the door. It is said that you would rather fight with the heavens than fight with the official. You should be a helper who is idle for a month to earn some food and drink and make money, and only a fool can take his life to postpone this life-threatening scene for the master's family!

His eyes were staring at the gangsters who were slowly walking backwards. The barrel of the young man pointed straight at the manager who was also walking backwards, and shouted to the manager in a cold voice: "Is this the nest of the cat in the north of the city? Isn't this?"

Before the manager who was trembling all over his body spoke, the voice of Maoer's a little angry and inquiry sounded at the door of the main hall in the yard: "This man, everyone says that visiting the door is a guest, but you have to be a little cautious about the rules of visiting? Looking at you, we should also look back at you. You will be lit up the fire at the door... There is a saying here?!"

He didn't agree to Mr. Mao'er's words. The middle-aged man looked up at Mr. Mao'er with an angry face. He pointed to the southern pistol barrel in his hand, but he stood on the forehead of the manager: "If you ask you three times and haven't heard an agreement, then you won't want to speak again in your life - this is the nest of the cat in the north of the city, right?"

He didn't even bother to take care of Maoer and stood behind him. The manager, who had already scared out of cold sweat, fell to the ground and shouted at the middle-aged man with a cold face: "It's just here, it's just here, it's just here you're looking for..."

He lowered his gun slightly, and the middle-aged man stared at Master Maoer standing at the door of the main hall, but he asked the manager who was slumped on the ground in a deep voice: "Why don't you find that cat for me?"

The eyebrows suddenly stood, and the Maoer, who was standing in front of the main hall, was furious: "You are really uncomfortable coming to the door to find someone?! Come on, give him......"

Before he finished speaking, two half-new and old Hanyang-made rifles suddenly fell from the roof of the main hall to Maoer Ye. Before Maoer Ye could call the rifle that fell from the sky was so shocked that he took two steps back. A yellow bullet was like a ripe date, one in the east and one in the west, and someone threw it into the yard.

Turning his head and looking at the two rifles that fell out of thin air in front of the main hall, the manager who was slumped on the ground climbed up from the ground, rolled and crawled to the face of Master Maoer with a look of surprise, and shouted at Master Maoer in a hurry: "Master, what I came here today is really not a good person. This person is under the low eaves, and I have to bow his head. You are wronged..."

He kicked the manager who was half kneeling in front of him and took a deep breath. Master Maoer took a deep breath and walked down the stone steps in front of the main hall helplessly, and greeted the gloomy and handsome man.

Since he was doing a shameful business, Master Maoer was already on guard against someone coming to find his own troubles. Just when he changed the slum to his own house, Master Maoer had already spent money to hire two defeated soldiers with guns as his personal bodyguards. He usually provided delicious food and drink, but he never asked the two defeated soldiers to show their faces in front of others. He wanted to be able to use the two guns in his hands to protect himself for a while when he was really dead.

But the scene I saw today was really evil. Listening to the wrong movement outside, the two defeated soldiers who quietly climbed onto the roof had not yet waited for their orders, and even the guys who were eating were thrown away, which seemed to be a little bit of awesome!

Even those two defeated soldiers were not considered peerless masters. They might have quietly dealt with the two defeated soldiers in the blink of an eye...

How many such good men are staring at me in places I can’t see?!

With a random thought in my mind, Maoer stood there three or five steps away from the middle-aged man. Facing the middle-aged man, he was a great gift from the jackdaw water: "My master, please forgive me for being humble and having a little insight - I dare to ask which road you are walking? Which mountain you are climbing? There are thousands of rivers in the world, which boat you are walking on?"

Ignoring the etiquette and questions that Maoer said to him, the young man pointed at the main hall behind Maoer with the barrel of his hand: "You are that cat? You don't tuck your claws on your body, but you put them on the roof to blow the air?"

Seeing that the middle-aged man ignored his etiquette and questions, Maoer bowed and said, "Why would you like to ask me, where are you tall and where are you rich?"

With a sneer, the middle-aged man still ignored Mr. Mao'er's words, but he lowered his gun and walked towards the main hall. He shouted in a voice: "Turn all the idle people out of the yard, and the gate of the yard is closed! I can go to the cat's nest to find you, this cat, today, that's your ancestors, to accumulate virtue! But if you don't know how to elevate..."

After suddenly turning back, the middle-aged man pointed his gun at the angry Mauer Master in lightning: "Even if you are the royal cat Zhan Zhao back then, I really don't believe that you can run better than Master's gun!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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