The Strongest Arms Dealer

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An Taewang was born in 1936, and he is only 55 years old now, which is considered a prime of life!

He experienced the colonization of Goryeo, and was conscripted as a young man during the Great War in the 1950s to deliver supplies to Ying Jiang.

His ancestors once served as the prime minister of Goguryeo during the Weiman period. Of course, this is written in the genealogy. Commander, also commonly known as: Han traitor!

But after 1948, the so-called war trials "selectively" forgot about their family.

An Taiwang has a business talent since he was a child. At the age of 24, that is, in 1950, he officially took charge of Anjia, and through some connections from his grandfather at that time, he won several major projects in post-war urban construction. The road to prosperity of the group.

Maybe it's due to work fatigue and getting old, the bags under the eyes are very dark, the eyes are dull, and there are a few strands of white hair on the ears and temples.

The pressure is a bit huge!

There is still a gap between the Taiwang Group and the Explosive Star. The current wind direction is gradually not right. He vaguely heard that some people think that the strength of the Taiwang Group should be suppressed. An Taiwang seems to be very anxious now, including business in France and Germany. There was also a problem, and a fire nestled in my heart.

That An Junji was still smashing things, when he saw his old father coming down, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, hiding behind An's mother, his eyes were wandering.

It seems that he is usually beaten quite hard.

An Taiwang was obviously very disappointed to see his second son like this. This is completely a combination of wrong chromosomes. He has no advantages except eating, drinking and having fun. Just wiping his **** makes An Taiwang exhausted. Son, this is a prodigal toy.

He sat down on the sofa, "Where's my cigarette?" An Taiwang looked around and said to An's mother, "Help me take the cigarette down."

Mother An looked back at An Junji worriedly, patted his hand, and trotted up the stairs.

Seeing that the windshield had run away, An Junji bit the bullet and wanted to go back to the room too.

"Stop!" An Taiwang said, pointing to the sofa, "Sit down and tell me what trouble you caused today."

"Father...Father, I want to go to bed."

An Junji is not as arrogant as he was outside just now.

"Sit down." An Taiwang emphasized again, now An Junji has no choice but to stay, sit opposite him, sitting too close can be life-threatening.

"What happened just now? Tell me clearly, don't try to hide it from me."

He tried his best to calm himself down. Normally, An Taiwang would not be interested in listening to the bad things about his second son here, but now the situation is different, and anything may make him unlucky. Calm down and beat him up after listening. , It is also because of such thoughts that he behaved so calmly. If it were normal, he would give him a beating first.

An Junji faced his father alone, and his heart was still trembling, but he still truthfully explained what happened in the clubhouse. Of course, he automatically blocked some of the more humiliating points, and also shifted the responsibility to Tang Dao , It’s nothing more than saying that the other party is drunk and finding fault.

This kind of nonsense, An Taiwang is not so stupid.

"Who is that?" He just cared more about the identity of the person who clashed with An Junji, rather than saying that he was a cautious person, it would be better to say that he was surrounded by all sides.

"I have no idea."

"I don't know, go check it out! You must let me know his identity." An Taiwang sat up straight, this action made An Junji startled, thinking that he was about to be beaten, he hurriedly moved to the side, raised his hand to block With that, the prestige is gone.

The corner of An Taiwang's mouth twitched, he snorted coldly, and walked upstairs. He just met An's mother who was holding a cigarette case. He reached out to take the cigar and said, "Don't go out for a few days. Stay at home for me, if you run out, don't come back in the future."

He was going to find out who that person was.

An Junji held his breath, but he had no choice but to answer.

Looking at her sulking son, Mother An's brows were a little helpless. Just as she wanted to comfort her, she saw him lower her head, push her away, and ran towards the room.

…

"Asshole! What are you guys doing? Didn't you make an appointment?"

Hearing the roar of "Mr. Zhang" in the microphone, Wu Lihui slightly took the microphone away from his ear, the voice was too loud, his face was full of disgust, and he put one hand on his waist, "I'm sorry, we don't have the concept of time, if If you want, just wait for our call."

"I want to vote..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Wu Lihui hung up the phone, complaining?

Vote for your mother, everyone is engaged in smuggling, who do you complain to?

Wu Lihui crumpled the phone in his hand, threw it away, opened the door and walked out of the phone booth, put on the newsboy cap, suit, vest and tie, and pinned a pocket watch. This strong British style reminds people of " The peakyblinders from Peaky Blinders!

A dark gray suit with dark patterns, a vest of the same color inside, and a newsboy hat of the same color on the head. In order to create a layered sense of matching, it is matched with a shirt with light blue vertical stripes printed on a white background.

At first glance, I thought it was a shirt with a different color collar with small rounded corners, but in fact it is a stand-up collar, and the collar can be removed freely. With the details of Bengal stripes, it is not too handsome, especially the side of the back. …

Wu Lihui likes this style very much. If he uses small medieval glasses, he will be a "fashionable gentleman".

About four or five minutes after he left, the phone booth ushered in its new guest, a Korean man of medium build, who locked the door from the inside, and then squatted on the ground looking for something, when he saw the small ball of paper At that time, his eyes lit up, and he opened it carefully, for fear that it would be torn apart with force, and when it was fully opened, there was a sentence written inside.

"???, ???????! (Sir, I'm here!

The man's eyes widened immediately, and he stood up abruptly. When he turned his head, he saw a face stuck outside the glass. It was Wu Lihui who had walked away just now. Waved his hand, if possible, he even planned to make a humble gentleman's gift, of course, the premise is that the other party is obedient.

That person was obviously only doing business with money, he raised his hand readily, and walked out of the phone booth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Obviously very depressed, he said a lot in Korean, but Wu Lihui couldn't understand , kept smiling the whole time, mainly because he really didn't understand Korean, so these few sentences were written by the front desk of the hotel.

"Treat our friends well."

The two tall and burly employees standing behind Wu Lihui stood on both sides of him, half pulling and half pulling each other, like lifting a chicken.

The reason why Wu Lihui knew was that he had already discovered that someone was following him and waiting for others. When he came out of the clubhouse, there were at least several groups of people under the hotel. These were almost blatant, and he didn't even bother to hide them. Why are you keeping an eye on them? How about some professionals?

All of these were found by the little angels or by the fraternity.

Such enthusiastic guests can't let them down, you have to treat them well, or they will say that Tang is ignorant, and this guest has already left the door and won't come in for a cup of tea.

…

"Bang bang bang!"

Four or five people punched and kicked the Korean man, his face was swollen from the beatings, and the circles of his eyes were bleeding.

This is Tang Dao's way of hospitality!