A 30,000-ton destroyer, you say it’s a fishing boat?

Chapter 36: Warlord of Southern Province!

The moment he saw these people behind him, the store owner's knees instantly softened.

The leading man had a short, round face, and round gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose. He was holding a half-raw papaya that he picked from somewhere in his hand, and was chewing it one mouth at a time.

With a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, he kept scanning over the shop owner.

Behind this man, there were two shabby people, one fat and one thin, looking a little stupid.

He was laughing and joking, looking around, not knowing what he was thinking.

To the left of the two people was a slightly fat woman. When Mo Yu looked over, she blinked and looked over curiously.

Wearing light makeup and tidying up, she looks like a good lady from the Tang Dynasty.

Not a Tiger tank!

On the right is a foreigner who is looking around, full of curiosity about everything.

Mo Shu put the half-eaten papaya on the table, took a half step forward, and reached out to pick up the collar of the shop owner.

"Mo Ping, what did you just say about me?"

"I...I...I..." Mo Ping glanced left and right, glanced at the eyes on the table, and immediately screamed: "I told you you were here, I will get you a papaya stewed chicken right away!"

"That's pretty much it!" Mo Shu let go of his hand angrily, and turned to look at Mo Yu. Before he could speak, he heard 37.5-degree words coming out of the 0-degree mouth of this peer.

"Moshu, your wife?"

"It doesn't look like it! At your age, you haven't thought about finding a wife and living a good life?"

"You are already a grown man. Look at Mo Ping. He got married and opened this restaurant after his marriage."

"Nowadays, children's children are already...that one! The one running around naked!"

"You said you, everyone is of the same generation. In order to show off yourself, you asked us to call you uncle. Look at that little guy, what should we call you?"

At the door of the restaurant, a little boy who had just learned to walk was holding the door frame with both hands, tentatively putting his feet out of the door.

His eyes were looking into the restaurant.

His left foot landed on the ground, and his mouth with only two teeth smiled very happily.

Then he tentatively stretched out his right foot.

Then, he formed a 45-degree angle with the door frame and knelt down.

He wouldn't let go or shrink his legs, and he started crying.

Very naughty, but also very cute.

Looking back, Mo Yu saw Mo Shu sitting down on the right side with a sullen face. The fat and thin man behind him was just about to sit down next to him when he was pushed away by the fat woman.

As soon as he sat down, the fat woman chatted with Mo Yu.

"This handsome guy is right! I told Mo Shu that he should find a wife, but he didn't listen! I was also going to introduce my sister to him!"

Having said this, the woman turned back and looked at Mo Shu with a look of regret, shook her head, and continued:
"It's a pity that my brother-in-law doesn't agree, and neither does Mo Shu! What a pity for this good relationship!"

The woman shook her head, which made Mo Yu feel happy.

Someone can actually suppress Mo Shu?We must get to know each other!

He looked at Mo Shu, "Who is this?"

Lao Mo pointed at this Tang Dynasty lady, "Lao Liu!"

"Nine barrels!"

"Brother Li!"

"Old Mi!"

There were a few more customers, and Mo Yu called the shop owner Mo Ping to come over and add more dishes.

Under Mo Shu's death threat, Mo Ping served the food very quickly!

Faster than he's ever been before!

After the food was over, Mo Yu put down his chopsticks and asked Mo Shu, "By the way, what's going on with you?"

There was a chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right hand, and prawns stuffed in his mouth. Moshu responded vaguely.

"I became famous for my self-media work, and the village chief asked me to come back to help him publicize! Promote our beautiful countryside! I just came from him!"

publicity?These two words made Mo Yu's face show a hint of embarrassment. He wasn't sure what the village chief was thinking, but he could give him a comment.

act recklessly!

Because this colleague’s main job is the police and his side job is self-media. When he was engaged in self-media, he was affectionately called the Southern Province Warlord by the netizens.

Wherever he goes, no chickens or ducks are left behind!

Even beggars on the roadside had to be slapped twice by him.

Even if an earthworm passes by, it will be split in half!
Sensing Mo Yu's gaze, Mo Shu quickly pointed to the door, where there was a person holding a camera and swallowing saliva.

"Script! It's all a script! How could I do something like that? I've been a police officer!"

After a few words of defense, he found that everyone around him was looking at him with a strange look, so he simply stopped defending and asked Mo Yu mysteriously.

"By the way, I heard in the past two days that your shipyard has made a fortune? Are all your videos on site D?"

"Sent! People from Jinghai Science and Technology Bureau and Me City are coming over later. Do you want to go and have a look together?"

"go with!"

Mo Shu glanced around with a ruthless gaze, and while others were not paying attention, Mo Shu lowered his voice and asked:
"I want to get a destroyer, can I get one?"

"Do you really want to be a warlord?"

Facing Mo Yu's rhetorical question, Mo Shu blocked the right side of his lips with his left hand and asked loudly in a low voice.

"Don't tell me you didn't have this kind of dream when you were a kid!"

After dinner, Mo Ping handed over some local chicken ovens and charcoal, and a group of people started barbecue in the shade of the shipyard.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, two cars parked on the road in front of the factory.

Three people got out of the car in front, and three people got out of the car behind them. They found that the other party's target was the shipyard.

Each took a step back, staring at each other with murderous intent. After staring for a while, they walked into the shipyard from both sides of the gate.

As soon as they left, an old woman wearing reflective clothes and a hat quietly poked her head out from the corner, took a cell phone and took a sharp photo of the two cars.

Walking into the shipyard, Han Li stretched out his hand and pulled his collar. Thinking of the pie that his leader drew before going out this time, a rush of blood surged in his heart!

This time, only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!
After gathering his bearings, he walked towards the shade of a tree not far away with his head held high, where the person in the photo was roasting chicken!

"Here? Come on, come on! Sit down! Treat this place as your home!" Mo Yu quickly asked the two groups to sit down. Tang Yu transformed into a waiter in the store and gave the two groups a pot of tea and a stack of disposable cups.

Then he disappeared!
Several other people who were still eating barbecue took their roast chickens and left, leaving only Moshu, who was turning the barbecue rack silently.

The gloomy face makes people know that they are not easy to get along with at the first glance!

When Han Li saw this, he frowned, quietly moved his chair, and retreated behind his colleague. At the same time, he lightly poked his colleague in the lower back.

This colleague was in pain and could only smile awkwardly, nodding and bending towards Mo Yu.

"Mr. Mo, that's it! We in Jinghai have been engaged in industrial upgrading in the past few years, and our manufacturing industry is strong!"

"I heard that Mr. Mo has strong shipbuilding technology here, so we came over to see if we can cooperate!"

"I wonder what Mr. Mo thinks?"

Before Mo Yu could respond, another group of people sitting opposite stood up and stood in front of Mo Yu.

"Are you upgrading the industrialization of Jinghai? What a fart upgrade! Let's decentralize the industry!!"

"You're from Baa City! Don't think that just because you are called Baa City, you can go around like a sheep!"

"A fight?"

"Come on! Who's afraid of whom?"

The two of them were at war with each other. Han Li silently pushed the stool with his butt and took two steps back.

A figure walked past him, placed a plate of roast chicken among several people, and pulled off the fattest chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat! Give me some face! Be nice!"

at the same time.

"Wandering! Wandering! Thousands of miles of torrential waves that never end!"

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