"Hey, handsome guy, why are you here too?"

Fang Yuanshan grinned and said, "It's noon, I'll come to have dinner too!"

The hotel, which seemed deserted, suddenly became more and more charming as the group entered. A group of models greeted him one by one, and even the fat manager walked in behind him.

Boss Zhang, who spoke "Oh" at once, apologized to Fang Yuanshan and stood up, laughed at the girls walking in front, and said, "Oh, Xiao Zhou, you are here, please sit down quickly, please sit down."

They should have been here before, so the group seemed familiar and sat down with a smile. They didn't use these women to order food. Boss Zhang went to the kitchen to explain, then walked to Fang Yuanshan and smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Fang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's nothing, doing business is important."

The fat manager came to Fang Yuanshan and said, "Mr. Fang, if you are fine in the afternoon, can you take us there again?"

"If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, I will go with you again." He then followed him: "Do you want to shoot even if the weather is not good today?"

"Hey, it's been four or five days since I came to Brazil, and there are still many things waiting for me in China." The fat manager looked "I'm very busy" expression.

"Oh, hehe, too."

"Mr. Fang, you..."

The boss Zhang was about to speak when the door darkened again. He quickly stood up as soon as he saw the pedestrian showed his true face. After the pedestrian showed his true face, Zhang An and Boss Zhang smiled and said in Portuguese: "Mr. Cook, you are here. Please wait, I will give it to you now."

As soon as Boss Zhang left, Mr. Cook, who came in, glanced at the female models in the store. When he walked to Fang Yuanshan, he was obviously stunned. He then said happily: "Isn't this Mr. Fang? You are..."

He turned his back to Fang Yuanshan at the door, and turned his head to see that there were some burly men wearing black vests, all of whom were painted with dragons and phoenixes, and gold necklaces and silver jewelry were hung on their necks. When he looked closely, he turned out to be the subordinate of the "Little Sea Lion".

"Oh, it's you! Are you here to have a meal too?"

After he asked, "Mr. Cook" who came in said embarrassedly: "No, there is something wrong." After saying that, he followed: "By the way, Mr. Fang, you know this boss!"

"Ah, yes, he is my friend."

This Cook is under the command of Copacabana, the head of "Little Sea Lion", in the 11th District. After hearing Fang Yuanshan's reply, he raised his hand and scratched his head embarrassedly, and stuttered: "We are...hehe."

When Fang Yuanshan saw this black man with a embarrassed and embarrassed expression, he realized after thinking about it carefully. In addition to paying taxes stipulated by the state, many stores in Brazil also have to collect "taxes", which is commonly known as protection fees.

This is not an exception. On the contrary, many shops are willing to pay money. Brazil is a multi-ethnic country. There are all kinds of birds in the forest. Those gangsters who do nothing all day long like to find the troubles of foreign shops without backgrounds. After paying the protection fee, it will be different. If you have any questions, you will definitely be more effective than the police. Therefore, many people can delay taxes from the country for a few days, but if these people come to collect money, they will definitely pay more diligently than anyone else.

After a few words of conversation, Boss Zhang had already come out, holding a wrapped envelope in his hand, walked over and smiled, "Mr. Cook, I'll give it to you."

"This... that Zhang, why didn't you say it earlier when you know Mr. Fang? I can't accept this, otherwise the boss will have to beat me to death."

To be honest, in Copacabana, who dares not give Fang Yuanshan a face? Those who do not give him face all go to God and the old man to have tea. The three words "China Fang" are a dream for many "restless" guys in Rio, and they will shivering when they mention him.

Think about it, you can't beat him or you can't beat him or you can't beat him or her or you can. Fang Yuanshan has lived in Copacabana for more than half a year. Except for those who don't know his details, who dares to make trouble for him? Since this "Bodhisattva" is here, no one in Copacabana dares to come to Boss Zhang's hotel to make trouble again.

He is right to think so, but Fang Yuanshan doesn't think so. Brazil's well-known people have heard of him a little, but how many real gangsters know him? Save this "tax", what's wrong with him? Could it be that he will deal with it?

Fang Yuanshan shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, you accept it. Just turn around and take care of Lao Zhang's store."

"this..."

Looking at Cook's 1.9 meters tall and showed a "shy" smile, he smiled with a funny look: "Okay, take it and leave quickly, don't block my light."

"Then...Mr. Fang, we'll leave first."

"Um"

It was not until he nodded that the group dared to leave.

From the time those people came in, the fat managers and the girls all became silent and did not dare to breathe. Before coming to Brazil, they knew that there was a black club here, and that was blatant, and even the police generally did not dare to mess with them. They had received relevant training before coming here, such as Brazilians' taboos, where can't go, what can't be said, etc.

However, after they really saw these people, they realized that they were still too naive before. These black clubs are no longer ordinary rogue groups, and the average person is scared to death. Including the fat manager sitting on the right side of Fang Yuanshan, he also had a confused expression on his face. It was not until the figures of those people walked away that they raised their fat hands and wiped their sweat.

It seems that he also knows what Mr. Cook does, and said hindsight: "These people are simply lawless. Does the Brazilian government ignore it?"

Fang Yuanshan smiled and said nothing. Boss Zhang, who was standing next to him, also had an awkward expression on his face. It doesn’t matter if this guy is talking nonsense, he can’t talk nonsense. Who is responsible if something happens when it is spread?

The fat manager probably remembered what Fang Yuanshan knew with these people, looked at him strangely and asked, "Do you know these people?"

Seeing that he nodded and didn't say anything, the boss selling sex toys was still excited and said with regret: "Such people should not deal with them. What are their abilities besides bullying ordinary people? You should draw a clear line with them..."

“…”

Fang Yuanshan said nothing to him. Seeing that the fat manager was about to say something, he stood up and said, "Well, I have something to do. Just call me in the afternoon." After that, he nodded to Boss Zhang and the other seven or eight models in the house, and then left here.

The owner of this small restaurant kept sending him to the door and then walked back with a happy look on his face. The fat manager curled his lips and muttered: "It must be a good thing, otherwise how could he know these people?"

The girl who lured Fang Yuanshan on the beach yesterday asked, "Boss, what does this Mr. Fang do?"

Zhang Anhe, who was proud of himself showing his face in front of Mr. Fang, smiled after hearing her question: "Don't you know Mr. Fang, why don't you know what he is doing?"

Seeing the hotel owner with a respectful expression after leaving, the Yang Peiling and Yang girl who was as white as her body turned around and asked with a smile: "We just met yesterday, and we don't know him very well."

After hearing what he said, the boss Zhang asked happily: "You really want to know?"

"Um"

A girl with a little fresh look sitting next to her also smiled sweetly: "Yes, uncle, just tell us."

"Okay, I'll tell you, don't talk nonsense everywhere."
Chapter completed!