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    Heiying held down Yin Ming who was almost jumping up in fright with one hand, covered his mouth with the other hand, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't yell, you will scare my brother."

    The voice is low, but familiar.

    After hearing his words again, Yin Ming relaxed a little - it was Qiao Yingnian.

    He glared angrily at the man in the backlight, and slowly released his big hand covering his mouth.

    "Get dressed and come out with me quietly."

    Qiao Yingnian gave cold orders and opened the door.

    Under the moonlight, Yin Ming vaguely saw his side face, and took a deep breath.

    Qiao Yingnian had a black ribbon covered above the bridge of his nose, with two round holes cut out to reveal his cold eyes, and the black ribbon was tied behind his head firmly in a knot.  His high nose bridge, lips pursed into a cold arc, and most of his face are exposed, which makes people feel strangely mysterious and dangerous. It is impossible to connect him with the usual cold-faced, high-achieving Peking University student who concentrates on his studies.  Together.

    Yin Ming was curious, and a little unwilling to admit defeat. He didn't know what Qiao Yingnian was up to, he gritted his teeth, jumped up from the bed, quickly put on his clothes, and followed this trickster out of the door.

    A few years later, when he saw a foreign "knight" on TV wearing a black cloth towel and scratching the word "z" on the villain with a thorn, Yin Ming put his arms around the target and let out a disdainful snort, cut!  These are leftovers from my boss playing in the early years.

    Qiao Yingnian didn't even look at Yin Ming, quietly strode out of the courtyard, opened the courtyard door, reached out and put a hat on his head, the wide brim of the hat covered the black belt covering his face.

    Yin Ming's scalp was a little numb. He clearly saw Qiao Yingnian holding a long thing in his hand. He didn't know if it was a stick or something.  What does he want to do at night?  Yin Ming had already reached the gate of the courtyard, but he couldn't get off the tiger for a while, and he didn't want to see the stinging contempt in those cold eyes again, so he bit the bullet and followed out the door quietly.

    There were a few people standing at the door, and they were the ones who ate with Cao Fugui during the day.

    Seeing Qiao Yingnian coming out, they all stepped forward and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Wolf."

    Yin Ming looked at them vigilantly, hesitating under his feet.

    Qiao Yingnian turned her head and glanced at him casually, and said in a low voice, "We're going to find the bad luck of Scarhead, if you don't dare to go, don't get in the way, go back to sleep now, and be your good boy.  "

    Yin Ming was glanced at by his contemptuous eyes, and his head buzzed with blood. He puffed up his chest and followed them and shouted in a low voice: "Don't look down on me! I'm going too!"

    Qiao Yingnian pursed his lips, seemed to chuckle, and then ordered: "Okay, count yourself in. Remember, call me brother 'Wolf', my elder brother doesn't like me beating and killing, and I don't want to let you  Too many people know the identity."

    He stretched out his hand and handed over a piece, and Yin Ming took it. It was dark, cold, hard and long, and it was a long steel bar.

    "The guy at Kaifeng is afraid that you will hurt yourself."

    Qiao Yingnian picked up the thing in his hand, turned around and said something.

    Yin Ming finally saw clearly that what Qiao Yingnian was holding was a long stick, or a spear with the tip removed, the big spear that his father was best at.  When he was a child, he also watched his father flipping around in the yard of his home, picking thorns and chopping, dancing with a battle spear that opened and closed.

    Passionate blood surged up, and a sense of arrogance burst forth from his chest.

    He stepped up a few steps and followed the pace of "Brother Wolf".

    Faintly heard him asking in the front: "Have you found the place where the scar head is hiding? Isn't it just right? Pick them, so that this bunch of rubbish won't be an eyesore."

    Walking in the alley in the dark night, more and more people walked, I don't know where they all got out, they quietly gathered with "Brother Wolf".  Several people went to the target.

    Rolling wheels, heavy steps, running over the alleys of the night, full of murderous intent

    Cao Fugui got up late again. Last night he fought hard with his little boy until midnight. After taking a bath, he slept soundly. When he woke up, the sun was shining on his belly.

    Youzai Youzai finished washing up, looking at the empty yard, Xiao Qiao and the others didn't know where they went.  Tsk!  A woman needs to be found to tidy up the yard. A group of bachelors turned the nice yard into a pigsty.

    Anyway, Xiao Qiao will soon be on summer vacation. When she returns to her hometown, she will find a nanny who is quick in hands and feet, knows everything and doesn't talk too much, so as not to drink saliva and have to cook it herself.

    He originally wanted to ask Yin Ming about the purchase of goods with that old man. Who would have thought that this kid would go home if he didn't know where to hang out early in the morning.It is unimaginable for most ordinary people.  The transfer of large sums of personal money is too eye-catching, and you can only take cash, and the road is not smooth, and the transportation of large quantities of goods must be transported by special personnel, which is all risks and costs.

    Gu Gu vomited bitterness, with only one central idea. Selling goods for thousands of miles is really not an easy business. Don¡¯t be too envious and jealous if you earn two small money.

    The problem is the scar head of Xicheng

    "It's okay, Batou is a reasonable and good comrade." Qiao Yingnian said coolly beside him.

    Gu Gulan was choked by him, almost choking himself with half a sentence.

    Be reasonable If you are so reasonable as a young man like you, Scarhead will definitely listen.

    "Old Gu! We are all businessmen, and we work hard just for two small money. Today, my younger brother is a bit disrespectful, so don't worry about it." Cao Fugui smiled and comforted after hearing Lao Gu's complaints, "This way  , now I'll eat all the goods you have in your hand, and the price you see is suitable. In the future, maybe we will have to deal with each other frequently.

    A Qiao, see off the guests.  Drop in the goods.  "

    Cao Fugui smiled and let the younger brothers see off the guests, with a lot of calculations in his stomach.

    Long-distance selling goods is simply a good business tailored for his refining house. What is the long distance, dangerous road, and difficult transportation? Is that a problem?  The only thing that can restrict his rich brother is the amount of capital in his pocket!

    Of course, there is another policy and regulation. Although the curse has been loosened a bit, the crime of "speculation" is still hanging on the top of the head, so they can only enter the village quietly and don't want to shoot.

    As for distributors and retailers Cao Fugui glanced at Xiao Qiao who pretended to be nonchalant with a smile.

    Bah!  After sleeping under the covers for so many years, this kid pouted his ass and we all know what kind of fart he is going to fart. No matter how rampant these bastards in Xicheng are, they can still beat the "Brother Qiao" who roams the county and provincial capitals and travels thousands of miles on a train.  "?

    In the past, the gangsters in the counties and provincial cities could obediently collect the rags, and now they can naturally go around quietly doing small businesses.

    Why is today's society so impetuous? Isn't it that too many young people have nothing to do and no money to make.  There is a job that can earn a little money with easy work, and he doesn't believe that these gangsters can still love to fight every day?

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