The solar system is broken

Lima, the capital of Shandong Province.

The lights in the bar are very dim. There is jazz playing, a bit of blues style, and a touch of sadness.

A middle-aged, stout man, leaning on the counter with his elbows, said to a very old waiter in authentic Sichuan dialect, "Boss, whiskey on the rocks."

"Man," the boss placed a large glass on the dark yellow table, "you don't look very happy."

The boss also speaks Chinese.

In fact, 1/10 of the city's population in Lima is of Chinese origin, even though Spanish is the official language.

"Alas~" A long sigh represents too many things.

"Ding dong~" I picked up a piece of ice with tweezers and gently put it into the cup. The dark red wine gurgled and filled the entire cup.

"Can you share something? Man." The boss slowly pushed the wine glass in front of the man with a pair of rough hands.

"Something happened on the high seas," the man said, shaking his wine glass and feeling slightly absent-minded.

"A boat was broken and a line was missing. It is conservatively estimated to be more than 10 million US dollars," the man said very depressed.

The bar owner was stunned. A boat was folded in. This seemed to be no small matter.

I didn't bother to ask, so as not to make others feel uncomfortable.

The man put down his glass and shook his head, laughing at himself, "I was targeted. I was careless this time."

The boss didn't say anything and listened quietly to the sad story of this unlucky man.

"It was a Lingnan man who brought the disaster. He led an army of unknown origin to my ship."

"There were only a few people on the other side, but they beat more than 30 of my brothers until they couldn't hold their heads up," the man couldn't help but shed tears at the corners of his eyes. "I killed 18 brothers and injured 15 others."

The boss took off a square scarf from his chest and handed it over silently.

"Sorry." The middle-aged man took off his handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears from his eyes.

"I can understand," the boss said in a gentle voice.

"Huh~" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and gently held the square scarf in his hand.

"My boat was seized by the Australian police and I was also arrested. Later I spent some money to bail myself out. This time I came back to pay for the funeral expenses of my brothers' parents."

"I'm going to sell both boats and live my remaining life in peace~"

When the wine in the cup was gone, a sad story was finished in a short time.

"Where is your wife?"

"Leave, I proposed it," the man shook his head, "she agreed."

The boss didn't know what to say, so he just pushed a glass of whiskey in front of the man again.

The man didn't hesitate at all and just swallowed.

"After all the talk, how are you doing here?" The man's mood slowly calmed down.

"It's quite rare and nothing worth noting," the boss suddenly paused while holding his cup, "but recently there has been a serious merger of gangs in South America."

"merge?"

South America is not as developed as North America. In addition, the country is densely populated and there are many gangs, large and small, making it difficult to unify.

He doesn't really believe in the merger.

"The recent collective death of Irish people and high-level people has corresponded to the Sicilian gang's high-profile acceptance of those black industries and even the takeover of the remaining Irish gangs."

The important members of the Sicilian gang are descendants of civilians from Southern Europe during World War II and are concentrated on the northeastern coast.

As for the Irish gangs, they have a longer history and can be traced back to the triangular trade period. Their ancestors started their business by sailing and accumulated abundant original capital.

The main business of the Irish gang is financial, high investment and high return projects.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for two families to urinate into the same chamber pot...

"The gangs in Sicily are not ordinary these days." The boss rummaged under the drawer for a while but could not find the remote control board. "The rumor is that he spent a lot of money to hire a master to transfer the 4 US dollars from the Irish gang.

Around the world."

After finding the remote control panel, the boss motioned the middle-aged man to watch TV.

This is a column of South American news.

"There have been many shooting incidents in South America recently. Recently, an Irishman was shot dead in a hotel in Buenos Aires. The deceased was the former CEO of a Western gaming company."

"A shooting occurred in the Villa Santiago area. The deceased was also an Irishman. The scene was enveloped in huge fire."

"At present, no organization or individual has declared responsibility for this behavior. The case is still under investigation and further investigation is underway."

"The following is a news broadcast~"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man believed that what the boss said was true.

"Silk~" the middle-aged man gasped, "How much does this cost~"

The Irish gang is a fat and oily gang. When the United States cracked down on consortiums and had several conflicts with Ireland, dozens of small targets flew in the sky.

Ireland's family wealth is not generally strong.

"What are you envious of?" The boss shook his head. If the Sicilian gang lost, it would be like this.

Those who call themselves kings have the mentality of being a bandit.

Middle-aged men do not have that magnanimity and lack of state of mind. If they are lucky enough to achieve something, they will be defeated in one fell swoop.

"Let's go!"

"Dafu, go slow~" The boss didn't go out to see him off, he just waved to Wang Dafu across the counter.

"Free delivery."

When you step outside, the warm late spring breeze makes you feel warm.

The streets of Lima are bustling with people. Today is a constant day, and people can finally enjoy the long-lost beautiful sunshine. People have a little smile on their faces, a faint smile.

But Wang Dafu was unhappy and depressed.

"Boss~" A half-year-old child stopped in front of Wang Dafu.

"Ah Bao?" Wang Dafu was surprised to find that Ah Bao, who was supposed to return to China, appeared on the streets of Lima. "Didn't I give you travel expenses? Why don't you go home even if you pay for it?"

"Boss, I came here on my own," Abao argued. "My mother died the night before yesterday and I have no home when I go back."

Wang Dafu's eyes were sore. He promised not to shed tears, but his eyes became wet again.

In order to treat his mother's illness, A Bao came out to be a gangster when he was a teenager. Now his only thoughts are gone.

"But I don't have any money anymore, so I can't give you a tip..."

"Boss, there's no need... you're a good person."

Although it is a good guy card, Wang Dafu is still very happy.

Two lonely and frustrated souls hugged each other and cried bitterly on the streets of a foreign country.

Summer is approaching, and the late spring breeze caresses the two people who were accidentally abandoned.

They did nothing wrong. The only fault was that he blocked the way of the protagonists. The author could only let them go into the gray emotional realm and feel sad.

Just as the two of them were sighing, Wang Dafu suddenly saw a familiar figure flashing past a car.

That was a person he hated so much, Huo Shan.