Jianbao sat on the sofa in the hotel room, picked up the landline and made a series of calls, happily saying: "Brother Dashao, Diego, come to my room quickly."

"There's something good to watch."

Da Shao held a cigarette in his mouth and muttered: "It's inexplicable."

Dia picked up her suit jacket, put it on and unlocked the door.

"Let's go!"

This floor is rented out by employees of Yihai Group. The brothers live in a twin room, with a total of twelve rooms and twenty-four people.

The two came to a room in the middle of the corridor, opened the door, and saw Datou wearing a sweatshirt, standing by the closet with empty hands, and the thin vest exposed his strong body.

"Haha." Dia laughed.

Da Shao turned around and locked the door, turned around and said in surprise: "It's you, boss!"

The big head bowed respectfully and greeted: "Brothers, good morning."

Morning.

Eight thirty-two.

Shinjuku streets.

This was a meeting that changed the structure of Tokyo's underworld, and was the birth of a world-famous gang.

The Sun Also Rises.

There is no sign of anything unusual.

Even the first generation leader of the Fuqing Gang was embarrassed, even a little embarrassed.

You Jianbao stood up excitedly and shouted: "I just said that the police car that kept honking its siren last night meant something serious!"

"Sure enough, hey hey hey!"

The fever scratched his scalp, and the short hair on the top of his head was oily and itchy. He sat down on the end of the bed, continued to scratch his head with his hands, and complained: "I didn't sleep well all night."

Dia looked at the middle-aged man in the room and could see that the big head had specially changed into a new set of clothes, but there were still scratches, fatigue and the aftertaste of gun smoke on his body.

"What are you doing here?" he asked directly.

Datou took out a Black Star pistol from his pocket, removed the magazine, and respectfully presented the weapon with both hands: "Chen Longte from Fuqingshapu is here to return the gun!"

"Thank you to the three big brothers for your generous help!"

You Jianbao skillfully took the pistol, glanced at the magazine, took out a handful of bullets and filled the magazine, inserted the magazine into the handle of the gun again, handed it over and said: "Seven out of eight bullets, haha

, this gun is given to you, you don’t have to return it!”

Datou took the pistol, nodded and bowed: "Thank you!"

Dia looked at him and said, "Cheng Long? There is also a man named Cheng Long in Xiangjiang, but others are doing much better than you."

Datou smiled bitterly and said: "I'm just a wage earner, I can't compare with big stars."

Da Shao teased: "Then do you like watching Cheng Long's movies?"

"like!"

Chen Long said.

Dia slapped the table and shouted softly: "Okay! Don't talk about the yes and no, Mr. Chen, you didn't come to the hotel to see us just to say thank you, right?"

"I see that you didn't even mention a thank you gift in your hand. It doesn't look like someone who likes to flatter you. Do you want us to help you?"

Datou cupped his hands and clasped his fists, not timid at all, and preached with full force: "The three eldest brothers are not ordinary people. They can definitely see the embarrassment of us Fuqing people in Tokyo!"

"Everyone saw how the Tainan Gang oppressed us Fuqing people that night. We Fuqing people just wanted a place to gain a foothold."

"I didn't bring a thank you gift today..."

Dia's expression was slightly displeased, he frowned, raised his hand and interrupted: "Okay, let's put aside your sense of romance that you have never been in the world of martial arts. In the martial arts world, only those from the same sect and hometown are considered your own."

"You are neither from the same sect nor from the same hometown as us, so why should we help you?" He looked forward: "If you really want us to help you, you have to come up with benefits."

"After all, brothers need money to do things. Do you know how much it costs for a group of my brothers to stay in Shinjuku for a day? It's enough to buy your life!"

Big Tou's tone was stunned, and his momentum, which was echoed by hundreds of people in Fuqing, was completely suppressed in front of a small boss.

In terms of Jianghu status and martial arts experience, Diya is much higher than him. Even if the Fuqing Gang is truly established, it is just a new brand that He Yihai can easily defeat.

He took a deep breath and plucked up his courage: "I know you all have some agenda when you come to Shinjuku, whether it's assassination, smuggling, business, or grabbing territory."

"If the three eldest brothers agree to save the lives of us Fuqing people, we Fuqing people will belong to you in the future, one life for another, but as long as there is a life, we will not give up even if we die!"

"This is the thank you gift from us Fuqing people!"

"Pfft!" Da Shao laughed out loud, gave a thumbs up and said: "You are very classy, ​​Mr. Fuqing! Do you know what we do? What font size is it?"

"How dare you pretend to be a boss in front of us?"

Dia turned around and glared at Da Shao, then looked at Da Tou and said, "Your thank you gift is too heavy. Do you think your words count?"

Datou promised: "Others may be able to keep their word, but we Fuqing people are not qualified to keep our word. If big brother can find our place, we can give it a try."

"What's more, the reputation of the Fujian brothers is as important overseas as that of you Hong Kong and Macao people!"

The fried dumpling laughed and scolded: "If you attack your mother, she will die and grow old. She is very courageous."

Datou continued: "In the future, we Fuqing people can help you with your affairs, and we can build territories and businesses, and we can also cooperate with you to make a fortune. As long as the Fuqing people in Tokyo and Shinjuku are alive, they will remember your kindness. We want to

The things are very simple, I hope you can lend us a batch of weapons and bullets, and we can compensate you three times the Tokyo market price in the future."

"Sorry, the request is a bit excessive, but we need to survive first."

No matter how high-sounding and garish what he just said, the request he made is so simple that it makes people feel heartbroken, it is just to survive.

All the beautiful words are paving the way for a small request.

Because, only if they survive first can they be qualified to talk about the next step, make money, open a store, do business...

Needing a batch of weapons seems like a simple request, but in fact, it is a very costly and difficult request.

Because gun control is strict in countries that ban guns, there are few smuggling channels, and it is difficult to find guns on the black market, which is filled with a large number of inferior, modified, and scrapped guns.

Bullets are even more ridiculously expensive.

An AK74 that costs three hundred dollars in Africa costs twenty times more in Tokyo, and it is so ostentatious that it will be quickly targeted by the police.

Therefore, it is best to use a pistol in a street gunfight. Firstly, it is easier to carry and secondly, it is easier to hide. The prices of various standard pistols are extremely expensive.

But the other party can give him a handful of black stars casually, which shows the other party's strength and financial resources, and this is the opportunity that the big head hopes to get!

This is already difficult!

He didn't dare to ask for more, such as asking the other party to send troops and have a sweet dream.

Who would risk their lives and fight for someone who has nothing to do with them? Not to mention other conditions, for fear of making the other person disgusted, they even slowly lowered their knees and knelt on the ground with their legs bent.

"We Fuqing people just want to live with dignity!"

The inchworm bends to gain trust; the dragon and snake stings to save oneself.

A man can bend and stretch.

he shouted loudly.

Diya's eyes flickered and became solemn. He smoked a cigarette and asked, "Look at it this way, do you Fuqing people want to establish a brand name to survive?"

This kind of story often happened in Hong Kong in the 1940s and 1950s, but disappeared in the 1970s and 1980s.

It was also the first time for Dia to see the birth of the founding father, and he still admired Datou in his heart, but he followed the Romans, and according to Tokyo parlance, he should be called "the first generation".

Datou nodded and admitted: "Yes!"

"We Fuqing people have planned to unite and form the Fuqing Gang to help each other and save ourselves, in order to compete with the Tainan Gang in Shinjuku."

As for the big talk of defeating the Tainan Gang.

Bragging to the brothers is inspiring, but bragging to the bosses is a sign of ignorance.

It will give people the impression of frivolity.

Dia sat on the bedside, crossed her legs and looked at him and said: "To tell you the truth, we have plenty of weapons. We have whatever we need. If we don't have enough, we can still transport more."

"But it's not up to me whether I can help you or not. Now I'm going to make a phone call. You're listening by the side. Don't say I lied to you."

Da Tou knelt on the ground, nodded heavily, and looked grateful: "Thank you!"

Dia took out a mobile phone from the drawer, dialed an international number, and said greeting: "Brother Hao."

"What's up?"

Li Chenghao was lying on the chair in the office, squinting his eyes and speaking in a sleepy tone.

"It's like this. There is a group of Fuqing people in Shinjuku who were beaten by Tainan guys. Now the Fuqing people want to establish a brand... The leader is called Datou, who is from Shapu, Fuqing, and his real name is Chen Long." Dia briefly introduced the situation.

Suddenly, Li Chenghao suddenly became energetic in the office. He sat upright on the sofa and said excitedly: "Help!"

"Help them!"

“Who knows how to establish a brand name better than us?”
To be continued...