Drawing cards can't save the weird world

Master Fu Zhidian of the Fulu Temple, Zhao Hao knew that there was such a person, but he had never been to the Fulu Temple, nor had he seen this great monk.

Gotta go see it this time!

This boy Gou Quan seems to be doing nothing right, he is always thinking about making money through crooked ways, but he is quite good at saving his life.

When I first joined the street club after graduating from high school, I offended an old hooligan.

The other party led a few people to block Gou Quan for two weeks in a row, because they didn't meet each other due to various chances and coincidences.

In the end, when he was blocking Gouquan, he was hit by the opponent of the opposing gang, and he was shot.

And Gou Quan's sense of danger is unparalleled, even making a real acquaintance like Zhao Hao feel a little magical.

Since he was so scared that he hid in the Fulu Temple, it must be a big deal to ask the great monk Zhidian who took care of him since he was a child to protect him.

And he didn't dare to tell himself over the phone, but let the big man Duncan come for a visit, the other party should have a lot of power. Is the phone unsafe...

Zhao Hao brought some guys and got ready to go out. Thinking about carrying Ju Zuo and Xiao Ruan in his arms, he went out bulging.

Be careful sailing for thousands of years!

Taking a taxi all the way, I came to the edge of a slum where black people gathered.

On this section of the road, there are squatting or standing everywhere, looking at the black guys from outside with a kind of scrutiny and vigilance.

Some also wore metal ornaments, chains, and daggers or guns pinned to their waists.

These people are peripheral members of street gangs, the kind who will point a knife or a pistol at you in a dark alley at any time, and ask for some money to spend.

Even after taking several taxis, no one came here. In the end, a black driver took the job, but he definitely didn't go deep.

The black driver's mouth is broken all the way, like a rapper, and you will miss several sentences if you are distracted.

But when he got near the Fulu Temple, Zhao Hao found that the Amei Heipi Street slipper was gone, not a single one.

Not even the ones that look like official gang members, with tattoos or big muscles.

Zhao Hao asked Duncan curiously, "Is there anything special here?"

Duncan's answer was very natural: "In the master's site, of course there are no gang members. Not even those who squatted on the side of the road and stared at the pedestrians, because if they were bumped into by the master, they would be beaten up for not doing their business ..."

Duncan clenched his fist, indicating that the master's iron fist is as big as a casserole!

It seems that the master master is able to gain a foothold here, it is quite skillful. And it's very famous, at least Duncan is very respected, and the local black gangs dare not offend the great monk.

After Zhao Hao got out of the car, he looked up. Among the many old high-rise apartments on the left and right, a small temple with red walls was built in a small area.

Because of hopelessness, Zhao Hao recently picked up some simple books on feng shui. Although he doesn't know much about it, he can tell that the feng shui of Fulu Temple is very good.

You see, there are photos in the front and back, and although there are many tall buildings around, they all avoid this open space very cleverly. It neither blocks sunlight nor air flow. This is called Tibetan wind gathering Qi in Feng Shui!

The wall of Fulu Temple is not short, and it is rare that a gatehouse with brackets is specially built at the entrance, which has a bit of the style of Song-style architecture.

Hanging on the door is an unfinished log wooden plaque, with three large characters carved on the whole wooden board: Fulu Temple. The font is a bit crooked. Could it be that you carved it yourself?

The temple door is half open, and everyone is a monk who opens the door for convenience. What does this mean?

Zhao Hao led Duncan forward, went up seven steps and entered the door.

In front of me is a small yard of about 100 square meters. Several landscape trees are planted in large flower pots, and there is also a large water tank with goldfish in it.

There is nothing in the middle of the courtyard, just an empty stone-paved ground.

Before Zhao Hao could make a sound, Duncan called out first: "Douglas? Douglas? We are here, where are you?"

Gou Quan shouted from the side hall: "Where am I? Come quickly."

Zhao Hao and Duncan Xunsheng walked into a small room in the side hall, and found that Gou Quan was actually playing a game console!

Zhao Hao looked it over and found that there was nothing missing in the whole beard and tail, so it was okay.

He asked: "What's going on? Call me here in a hurry? Play games with you?!"

Gou Quan bared his teeth and smiled, "No way! I'm really in trouble. But, look!"

He pointed to the brand new game console in front of him.

"The newest game console from Atari!"

This thing is a game console with a plug-in card. How many years did Zhao Hao play it when he was a child.

This new game console developed by Atari can be said to be the first to sell game consoles and games separately.

"I watched TV commercials for this thing, and it cost 500 dollars, right? You really are willing to spend it!"

Gou Quan is greedy for money, but he is also extravagant. This must be inscribed in his genes.

Gou Quan didn't take it seriously, and shook the game controller in his hand: "My right hand is a little itchy!"

On May's side, there is a saying that if your right palm is itchy, you will lose money, and if your left palm is itchy, it means you will gain money.

Gou Quan couldn't help chopping his hands.

Zhao Hao ignored him and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, who have you offended again, and made it like this?"

Gou Quan became dejected: "At the beginning, I didn't know who I offended, but I found that some people were asking about our best-selling books, and they gradually came to me. Those people have bad intentions, and they all have hard guys! Even the gangs in the community fear them."

"Later, I found out clearly, it seems to be a group of Brother Modu!"

"Brother Modu? Those fan dealers? Why are they looking for you?" Zhao Hao was puzzled.

There is a saying: too far from heaven, too close to Ami.

This sentence could not be more appropriate to describe Brother Mo Du.

There is a saying in diplomacy called long-distance friendship and close attack, and Zhao Kuangyin has a saying: How can others snore on the side of the couch?

This Mo Du brother is right next to A Mei, and he is about to be crippled by A Mei!

As long as Brother Mo Du gets better, Amei will do something about it.

What they want is an obedient back garden, a garbage dump where they can dump their rubbish. A raw material production base that can be exploited and a dumping ground for high value-added products.

They don't need a peaceful and stable neighbor.

So now, and even in the future, Brother Mo Du is destined to be a turbulent, chaotic, and lawless place that cannot rise.

Even Ami once sent the FBI and CIA abroad to deal with those leaders of the Mexican drug brothers who are not very close to them, agitating riots and rebellions when they have nothing to do. It even has to become a tradition, coming every few years, just like growing crops. One after another!

So now the largest and strongest force in Brother Mo Du's territory is actually his fan gang!

Their numbers and armed forces are stronger than the regular army. Some gangs have even begun to get involved in politics and are about to transform into warlords.

Brother Mo Du's white powder production is the highest in the entire western hemisphere. Planting flour is as common as growing food locally.

But how did this group of fan dealers find Gou Quan?

"Could it be that you kid is sticking to the thing that gave birth to a son without an ass hole?" Zhao Hao stared at Gou Quan, but whenever he said "yes" out of his mouth, he punched down on the head and farted!

"How can it be! I, Gou Quan, will never die with poison!" Gou Quan jumped to his feet and swore.

It's not good to be poisoned.

"What's going on?" Zhao Hao asked.

Gou Quan looked uncertain, "I reckon, it's because of our property!"

Zhao Hao didn't realize it for a while: "Have you taken a fancy to our business? They also want to make cultural shirts?"

Gou Quan rolled his eyes, especially the white one, "What are you thinking? People want to make cultural shirts, and they still need to trouble me?"

Zhao Hao stared wide-eyed: "They also want to write pornography... to write best-selling books?!"

Gou Quan nodded: "I only figured it out today, the business has grown, selling tens of thousands of copies a day, and I'm being targeted!"

"No...then, then they will write, what do you want?"

Gou Quan squinted at Zhao Hao: "You just pretend here? You write well, okay?"

Zhao Hao laughed loudly, and slapped his thigh: "Hey! I never expected that the book I wrote would become a hit with fans! It's just... It's even more enjoyable than being on Dafengtui!"

"Don't talk! Let me have fun for a while!"

...

The situation is now clearer.

Some time ago, the Italian mafia, which was deeply rooted and influential in Amei, somehow got into a fight with the big circle of Song people.

The fight between the two sides was in full swing, but it was not for the purpose of grabbing business and territory!

The reasons are unknown, but the consequences are obvious.

The large-scale reshuffle and turmoil of the underground forces have intensified the originally stable gang activities.

So much so that even small gray industries such as Zhao Hao and Gou Quan have a group of Modu brothers who sell fans.

Zhao Hao didn't understand: You said that you are good at selling fans, and if you don't do this kind of big money-making business, you actually set your sights on this small... underground best-selling book industry! Why are you so unconvinced? !

Ma De, these days, people even think about writing about the emperor's uncle?

In fact, the business of selling fans is very profitable in Amei, so that it is very introverted.

No, this group of small Mexican gangs lost in the involution, and their business was severely suppressed.

Among them, one of Zhao Hao's "loyal readers" thought of a brand new, rising, and blue ocean industry that he had seen in the past one or two months!

This industry is good! The cash flow is constant, there is potential for development, and it is not too involved!

So they came up with the idea of ​​arresting the author and locking him in a small dark room, with a pistol on the back of his head, forcing him to publish a book!

That is to say, Gou Quan was more vigilant, and immediately ran away with a bucket. If he was really caught by those drug dealers, they would kill without blinking an eye. Much crueler than street gangs.

This matter is actually not too big, after all, it is a small group of fans. If it doesn't work, you can still take the official route through Colt.

But this incident reminded Zhao Hao of one thing. He remembered that after he helped the martial arts gymnasium fight, Uncle Tie reminded himself not to get involved with Hongmen and the Italians? !

Is there any connection between this?

Zhao Hao can't figure it out, but it doesn't matter. There is one person who should know something, that's right, the fat man!