"Master Yan, here!"

Du Yongxiao opened the car window and stood outside the police station and shouted to Yan Xiong.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was about to be celebrated, the cold wind was bleak, Yan Xiong was wearing a dirty suit, wrinkled hat, and stood on the side of the road with a beard on his face. When he saw Du Yongxiao calling him, he was stunned at first, gritted his teeth, and walked over

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Yan Xiong looked at Du Yongxiao and snorted.

"Get on the bus first, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, there is no taxi here!" Du Yongxiao said.

Yan Xiong hummed again, then opened the car door and got in.

Zhuang Dingxian was driving in the driver's seat, and Datou Wen was sitting in the co-pilot.

"Why do you want to help me?" Yan Xiong asked.

"Why can't I help you?" Du Yongxiao asked back.

Yan Xiong looked at Du Yongxiao deeply, "You are not a good person. Since you are willing to help me, you must have found benefits."

Master Yan almost blocked his ears, "You ask again, how much did it cost?"

"I didn't do anything, I just found money."

"No position or no, you can still hear the positive and negative words."

Today is New Year's Eve.

"Bad, even if it's retribution, how many did he find that time?" Master Yan gritted his teeth.

"Master, he is coming out now, you really want to thank Mr. Du."

Xiaotouwen and Du Dapao escorted Zhuang Dingxian back. Seeing this, they looked at each other.

"Son!"

"Uncle Pao is polite!"

Zhuang Dingxian tidied up his clothes, "He said he always believed in retribution, and you also believed in it. You only believed in heaven and that he would not be fair."

"What's the matter? For the New Year, I'll send them a red envelope!"

Master Yan was so angry that he rolled his eyes, "Mom, stop talking, you're so hungry!"

"Oh oh, you Xiongxiong is hungry-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Xiongxiong lost a little bit of weight!" The old lady touched her lower abdomen and said with heartache.

Master Yan’s big name is “Xiongxiong”, but no old lady dares to call me that.

"Remember, I just started to work with you. The first case I took over. The person involved was obviously a slander, but you asked him to take the blame and find enough money. He turned around and blackmailed the other party's family members. You asked you to do all the good and bad people. The black money was used for nothing.

All the money is asked to you...you taught me, money is more than the sky!"

"It's bad when you come back! It's bad when you come back!"

"It's about getting angry, it hurts the liver." Zhu Yibo said, "Especially the New Year is coming soon. It's not easy for you to get him out on New Year's Eve. Ah Xiao, he must take care of his health."

"I have fewer thoughts," Du Yongxiao said, "You are cheated when you play cards, and you are cheated when you open a factory. It's enough to succeed, but you have no more trouble."

"Dad, he wants to be less."

The car is driving under the road.

"Bad, Uncle Cannon!"

Master Yan fell.

Several older children were carrying firecrackers and firing firecrackers.

"What about you, did you think about other people's mothers when you threaten others? Someone's young children?"

Zhuang Dingxian’s second wife: “Dad, why are you waiting for you outside?”

The old lady sighed, "Money is all things in the body. Life is brought, and death is taken away."

"But you are also a woman!" Du Yongxiao said, "So you decided to continue to open the factory!"

The two greeted Zhu Yibo again, and saw that Zhuang Dingxian had other explanations, so they left.

"Save the master!"

"Uncle Pao, what's the matter?"

"He still asked his mother about that question, you're afraid of scaring him."

The car stopped crunched.

Zhuang Dingxian followed me downstairs.

Zhu Yi accompanied the old lady to retreat, so he didn't have the chance to ask, "Mom, how much money did you spend to save you that time?"

"What did you do?"

Master Yan opened the car door and got on the car.

Zhuang Dingxian took out his wallet and took out 8,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Zhu Yibo looks like an elder,

There is no time to eat!"

I wish Yibo a rare opportunity to go home early.

Zhu Yibo grinned and said, "He knows, you will join the Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce in a few days!" "No!"

The car arrived at the door of Mr. Yan's house.

"Dad, you can't support your family without you."

"The Yan Xiong looked very handsome and spoke politely, looking like a bad guy----" said the old lady.

The ladies are ready.

I wish Yibo a happy new year with his fists.

"Yes, as long as I give money, I will definitely save him!"

"Take it out."

The difference is half a big one---

The two of them took the red envelope and looked angry.

At the door, Old Mrs. Yan had been waiting for a long time with the support of the young lady and the seventh lady.

"Yes, he is handsome, gentle and rude!" said Mrs. Seven.

The vehicle is slow.

Zhu Yi covered her chest and felt his liver pain.

"Go downstairs, his mother is cooking and cooking dumplings." Du Yongxiao said.

"Master, what's wrong with him?"

"Yan Xiong, to be honest, does he think you are a coward, dad?"

Chunxi and others followed in front, looking forward to the ap.

There are very few pedestrians down the road.

"The master is so hungry!"

Zhu Yibo also came up from the car, walked to the old lady's face, and bowed and said, "The old lady is bad. Your name is Zhu Yibo, you are Zhu Yibo. I thought I would meet like this today. I would say less, I wish you a happy old age.

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Men are holding newly bought fabrics to prepare clothes.

Master Yan let go of his hand and his eyes were dull.

Zhuang Dingxian held Du Yongxiao's shoulders: "A little woman! She understands everything."

"Yes, as soon as I got into the car, did you think it was a Shaw Brothers star?" said the young lady.

thump!

Zhuang Dingxian smiled and saw Master Yan glaring at me with a murderous look. He pretended to see him. He talked to the old lady again, and then exchanged a few greetings with Zhu Yi's little lady and others. Then he got off the car and left.

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When I arrived at the entrance of the corridor, I saw my father Du Yongxiao leaning against the wall, his hair was combed brightly, he was holding a cigarette outside his mouth, and he posed in a melancholy posture of Tony Leung, and the cigarette butts flickered.

Du Yongxiao nodded, "Well, don't have money?"

"Not a little."

Du Yongxiao took it and said, "I owe him first." He took out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket, took two, each of which was stuffed with two hundred yuan. Then he said to Xiaotouwen and Du Dapao, "Wenzai, Xianzai,

They come here!"

"Zhuang Dingxian, he---"
To be continued...