Super Manufacturing Force

In a ward of Fuyun City No. 1 Hospital, Zhao Yuanchao, who was wearing a plaster cast on his leg, sighed, "Oh, I'm all to blame for this, I would have listened to you if I knew it, it would be nice to just stay at home, a million dollars Ah, this is one million, and it’s just given to others like this!”

"Dad, it's okay. There's no reason to talk to people like Meng Yugui. Just treat it as a waste of money to eliminate disasters. As long as you and Mom are fine!"

Zhao Xu comforted his father, and tried to joke in a relaxed tone: "Dad, my son has made a lot of money recently. To tell you the truth, I have a headache when I make a lot of money. I don't know how to spend it. It just so happens that you gave me a A chance to spend money, hey, my head won't hurt right away!"

"You talk nonsense, you kid, you're always running the train!" Mom patted Zhao Xu from behind angrily and amusedly.

Zhao Yuanchao was also amused, and he shook his head helplessly: "It wouldn't cost a million dollars to leave it on someone else, but Meng Yugui is too superstitious, he looks like the string of Buddhist beads as a family heirloom!"

"What heirloom, I think Meng Yugui just wanted to see you honest, that's why he opened his mouth like a lion!" Zhao Xu sneered.

"No, Meng Yugui is notoriously superstitious!"

Zhao Yuanchao became interested: "Son, do you know that many people say that Meng Yugui's superstition is obsessive-compulsive disorder. I heard that this guy always asks the Feng Shui master what kind of quilt he is, and which side he gets out of bed in the morning. What color to use for the mouthwash cup, which foot to step on when you go out? !"

Zhao Xu was dumbfounded. He really didn't expect that there would be such superstitious people these days: "I said this guy has done too many bad things, and he has a guilty conscience, right?"

"I think so, this kind of person won't do good things all his life, and God will deal with him sooner or later!" Zhao Yuanchao nodded in agreement seriously...

Phoenix Nightclub is one of the hottest night clubs in Fuyun City, but not many customers come during the day.

Leaving the hospital at three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Xu drove straight to the Phoenix Nightclub. When he entered the lobby, he saw more than a dozen thugs who were watching the venue doing nothing, teasing a few girls with heavy makeup.

"Boom!"

Zhao Xu threw the big suitcase in his hand on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it. He had never smoked, but now thinking that his father was still in the hospital, he was very annoyed. ,

"Anyone out of breath? Where is Meng Yugui? Take me to see him?" Zhao Xu said casually, taking a puff of cigarette.

A group of gangsters came up, looked Zhao Xu up and down, and said with a sinister smile, "You are Zhao Yuanchao's son, right? I heard that you were very arrogant in the morning, but now you don't look like anything!"

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you, there is one million in the suitcase, take me to see Meng Yugui!" Zhao Xu said without raising his eyelids.

"You can take out one million casually, it seems that you are not an ordinary character?"

"What role am I, you will know in a while!"

"Okay, boy, come with me, our boss is waiting for you!" A gangster waved his hand and led Zhao Xu inside, followed by five or six gangsters with suitcases.

Two minutes later, several people walked into a large private room, where a group of men and women were singing at the top of their voices, and the leader of them was a short, fat middle-aged man in his forties, who should be Meng Yugui.

Seeing Zhao Xu and others walk in, the subordinates immediately turned off the sound of the stereo,

Then turned on the lights.

Meng Yugui walked around the delicate body of the woman beside him with both hands. He smelled strongly of alcohol, and his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks: "Are you Zhao Yuanchao's son?" He looked Zhao Xu up and down.

Zhao Xu put the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it twice, and then sat lazily on the sofa: "Boss Meng, don't talk so much nonsense, just give me some money, and we will settle this matter. I hope no one will go looking for my family again!"

"Boy, are you threatening me?" Meng Yugui put his legs on the coffee table with a sneer, and more than a dozen gangsters surrounded him immediately after hearing the words.

Zhao Xu looked calm, and grabbed a few peanuts from the plate: "Why, do you want to do it? Boss Meng, don't use these small tricks, it's too boring. If I'm afraid, I won't come!"

"Boy, don't be too crazy, if the brothers kill you here, the ghost will not know!" A gangster shouted in a high-pitched voice, and the others sneered contemptuously.

"Then you come and kill me!" Zhao Xu said, staring at everyone word by word.

"Fuck, you really don't know how to live or die, I will teach you the rules first!" The gangsters were furious, and they had never seen such an arrogant kid before. If they don't teach this lesson, how will they be able to hang around in the road after it gets out?

Meng Yugui watched coldly. As a big brother, he disliked being provoked the most. If he didn't teach Zhao Xu a lesson today, where would he lose face?

Seeing that the gangsters were about to charge up, Zhao Xu took out a pistol from his arms with a "swish", and pointed the black muzzle at everyone coldly.

"Ah!" The gangsters screamed and retreated in unison. Meng Yugui's expression changed instantly. No one expected that Zhao Xu would take out a gun casually.

A gangster shouted unbelievingly: "Boy, who are you scaring with a fake gun?"

Zhao Xu didn't talk nonsense, and loaded the bullet with a "click", and the crisp voice clearly told everyone that this was a fucking real gun.

The faces of the gangsters were all pale now, and their backs were cold and sweating. Whoever Zhao Xu pointed his gun at would instinctively shrink his neck back, and he was even better than his grandson.

"Boss Meng, it's still the same sentence. If you collect the money, we'll settle this matter!" Zhao Xu sneered and put the gun on the coffee table, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Yugui's face was uncertain, and he said viciously: "Boy, don't think that holding a gun is a big deal. I have been on the road for so many years, and I haven't seen anything? I have so many brothers here today, you can kill me with a gun. How many? I..."

His words stopped abruptly, and he looked at Zhao Xu dumbfounded, and saw that this guy actually took out a grenade from his arms, one, two, three...

A total of ten grenades were placed on the coffee table, and a group of gangsters' legs were weak. They looked at Zhao Xu as if they were looking at a lunatic: "Damn it, who the hell is this kid? First it was a pistol, and now it's a grenade. What the hell is that?" Are you really going to risk your life?"

Zhao Xu slowly picked up a grenade, held the safety shrapnel, and gently pulled out the safety tab, shaking it in front of everyone: "Hey, do you want to try whether this grenade is real?"

A gangster sat on the ground directly, begging for mercy with tears streaming down his face: "Brother, we were wrong, you put the tab back first, this thing can really kill people if you are not careful!"

The other gangsters were not much better off, their faces were pale, and their whole bodies were trembling with fear.

Meng Yugui was honest now, he stammered and said: "Brother...brother, if you have something to say, you put the tab back first!" He yelled in his heart, who is this guy? Is it still ruthless?