The car owners surrounded the Hummer, and they were all very excited. The traffic police couldn't control it at all, and the scene fell into chaos.

Wasn't one of the car windows broken by Han Xiaohei? There was a burly man who grabbed the collar of the fat man sitting in the passenger seat and shouted fiercely: "You drive a Hummer, you are awesome. I am."

My QQ is broken, stop talking nonsense and get the money!"

There was also a middle-aged woman, squatting on the ground, crying and shouting: "You rich people with no conscience, how can you be so wicked if you have money? The car I just bought is like this

It was smashed, my heart hurts!"

An old lady couldn't bear to watch anymore and came over to persuade her: "Auntie, if ordinary people like us spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands to buy a car, it is equivalent to giving away half a lifetime's capital. But,

You can’t be so reluctant to drive just because of a car.”

The middle-aged woman continued to cry and didn't appreciate it at all.

At this time, a middle-aged man from behind pointed at an electric car lying on the ground and shouted: "Whose car is this? Does anyone want it?"

The middle-aged woman quickly got up and shouted angrily at the middle-aged man: "How come no one wants it? Are you blind? Didn't you see me there?!"

Ga? Sister, your car is an electric car. And looking at its condition, it is only three floors at most... two floors are new. Is it worth crying over here?

That's not what they meant. They think too much. They think too much.

The elder sister just felt that the scene was not lively enough, so she wanted to add more fuel and jealousy.

How could she end up on the motorway when she was riding an electric bike? It was simply after the traffic accident. When she saw this chaotic scene, it was a great opportunity.

So, she pushed the electric car, hit the cement tanker's butt twice, and then put it down in the middle of the road.

Purpose?

Of course I want to take advantage of this opportunity to make some money, preferably to buy a new electric car.

To put it bluntly, it's no different than touching porcelain.

There was so much chaos outside, and the yelling was loud. But Han Xiaohei seemed to be fine. After smoking, he slapped the guy with pigtails on the forehead.

The guy was woken up by Han Xiaohei's slap. He looked back at Han Xiaohei, as if he had seen a ghost, and was trembling with fear.

Han Xiaohei asked: "Boy, let me make it clear to you, who was sitting in that Ferrari just now!"

In the eyes of the first two guys, Han Xiaohei was a complete evildoer and a devil. Moreover, he had died just now, so they didn't dare to hide anything.

"Grandpa, if we tell you, you can spare us, okay?" Little Pigtail was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Snapped!

Han Xiaohei gave him another slap in the face very simply and said: "Speak quickly, I don't have time to waste time with you!"

"Grandpa, stop hitting me, I said, I will say anything. It's Liang Hao, one of the eight young masters of Ningji City, Liang Hao!" The little braid held his head, afraid of getting slapped again.

Damn! They say they are talking about the Ten Young Masters of the Capital City. After all, it is the Capital City. It has a big place, many officials, and many rich people. It’s just a matter of having the Ten Young Masters of the Capital City. In Ningji City, a land as big as a palm can still be built.

Mr. Ba is really funny.

But in Han Xiaohei's memory, there has never been a guy named Liang Hao. Why does Liang Hao, who doesn't know whether to live or die, have to look for excitement?

Liang Hao, Liang Hao, Liang...Liang?!

Han Xiaohei's eyes suddenly lit up and he continued to ask: "What is the relationship between Liang Hao and Liang Zhendong?!"

The braid quickly replied: "Liang Zhendong is Liang Hao's uncle, and they are a family. A while ago, didn't you make a big fuss about a hundred chicken feast? This matter spread immediately. Liang Zhendong was slapped dozens of times by you, and on the road

Everyone laughed to death. After Liang Hao found out, he wanted to vent his anger on Liang Zhendong, so he gave us a car, some money, and asked us to help him. Grandpa! That’s all we know.

I don’t know anything else..."

The little braid has already answered enough, and he has said everything that needs to be said, and there is nothing more that needs to be asked.

Liang Hao? The eighth master of Ningji City?

Han Xiaohei showed a sneer and said, "Do you not know how to live or die, or do you not know how to live or die?"

Okay, since you want to play, I will play with you!

The Hummer didn't have a door, so the car owners outside almost overturned the Hummer.

Han Xiaohei finally opened the car door. The first thing he said after opening the car door was that this matter had nothing to do with me. It was all about the two guys in front.

The car owners rushed forward like a swarm of bees. Han Xiaohei lit another cigarette and walked out of the crowd leisurely. Hearing the screams of the two guys behind him, this was the rhythm of running to death.

ah.

It’s Liang Zhendong again!

Han Xiaohei rode his tricycle, turned around, and rode towards the Baijiyan Nightclub.

Han Xiaohei was very calm in his heart, not angry at all, really not angry at all. It was embarrassing for him to be angry with such a little person.

Han Xiaohei didn't care about Liang Zhendong at all. He didn't even care about Liang Zhendong, let alone his bullshit nephew Liang Hao!

So, along the way, Han Xiaohei admired the beauties on the street. But these beauties were really far behind the beauties in the food stalls. There were also a few that looked pretty good, but they were not.

temperament.

Women, once they lose their temperament, they are classified into the ranks of stinky women.

What's more, what makes Han Xiaohei even less interested is that even if there are one or two women with a bit of temperament, a twenty centimeter ruler can be placed in the gap between the legs.

Alas! How many men have to do that to you before you can have such a distance!

Huh? That beauty's legs are tight and she looks pretty good, but... she's too young.

Han Xiaohei blew a rogue whistle at the little beauty who was still carrying a small schoolbag and sitting in the back seat of her mother's electric car. Little beauty, little beauty, don't be in a hurry, my brother is waiting for you to grow up.

When I grew up, my brother and I...

Ga? Han Xiaohei, Han Xiaohei, do you still have some sense of public morality? That little beauty has just entered kindergarten on her first day. You are not going to let her go at such a young age. God, send a hundred of them down quickly.

Fairy, strong girl, please kill this shameless beast!

Hundred Chicken Feast may not be the highest-end nightclub in Ningji City, but it is the most famous in Ningji City.

It's not because there was Huajin before and there is Liang Zhendong now, but because the service inside is very distinctive.

Baiji, Baiji, just by hearing the name, you can taste what's inside. In addition to countless beautiful and charming-looking special waiters, there are also several oirans, Xi Shi, Diao Chan, and so on.

Close the Moon, Shame on the Flowers, etc. These courtesans alone can support the entire Hundred Chicken Feast.

It's just that the price of these beautiful special waiters who are elected as oirans is much higher than those of ordinary beautiful special waiters. Diaosi, who seems to be working hard like Han Xiaohei, can only forget and sigh.

Ahem! Of course, Han Xiaohei just looks miserable and careless, but he is not really careless. To put it secretly, he is tall, rich and handsome...

Although the prices of those so-called oirans are high, there are many rich people everywhere. Some people are looking for these oirans specifically. Sometimes two rich people want to order the same oiran. Okay, don't try to get close. Let the money speak for itself.

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It is said that two villains threw away all their net worth in order to fight for the same courtesan. Their total net worth was not much, just two to three million!

Just one customer has the guts to spend millions at Baiji Feast. You can imagine how profitable Baiji Feast is.

Otherwise, after Hua Jin's death, Liang Zhendong would not have fought so hard with others to dominate the Hundred Chicken Feast.

Han Xiaohei stood under the Hundred Chicken Banquet, looking at the magnificently decorated twelve-story building, and suddenly had an urge to grab the Hundred Chicken Banquet.

No, it’s not a robbery. The Hundred Chicken Banquet originally belonged to Hua Jin, and Sister Hua was Hua Jin’s daughter. Ordinarily, after Hua Jin’s death, the Hundred Chicken Banquet should belong to Sister Hua. It was the shameless, despicable Liang Zhendong who took it.

Snatched by the Hundred Chicken Feast.

Bringing back the Hundred Chicken Feast is not a robbery at all, it is just returning the property to its original owner!

Well, in one month, it will be Sister Hua’s birthday. Try to get the Hundred Chicken Feast within this month as a birthday gift to Sister Hua.

This Hundred Chicken Feast is the hard work of Hua Jie’s father. If it is lost and recovered, Hua Jie will definitely be very happy.

Maybe, when Sister Hua feels happy, her brain warms up, she throws herself into her arms, and then...

The more Han Xiaohei thought about it, the happier he became. He couldn't help laughing like a fool.

Beep!

A Mercedes-Benz drove slowly over, and Han Xiaohei's tricycle blocked its way to the parking lot, so the driver honked the horn extremely impatiently.

This ***! Just drive a Mercedes-Benz. Ninety-nine percent of people who drive Mercedes-Benz are drivers. What's the point of being a driver?

Han Xiaohei didn't want to get into trouble with the people in the Mercedes-Benz, otherwise he would be thrown a brick.

When Han Xiaohei got out of the way, the window of the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz opened. A bald middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and a gold necklace shouted to Han Xiaohei: "Collect the rags, follow me later."

I'll go to the backyard of Baijiyan Nightclub, there's enough rags there to last you a day."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the Mercedes-Benz drove off without giving Han Xiaohei time to react.

By the time Han Xiaohei reacted, Mercedes-Benz had long since disappeared.

"I'll wipe it! I'm a rag collector, sir. Am I so shabby?"

Han Xiaohei looked down at his outfit and the tricycle under his buttocks, looking like a rag collector.

Han Xiaohei wasn't angry, he just cursed the Mercedes-Benz and hit the wall.

Boom!

A loud noise came from the underground parking lot.
To be continued...