Zheng Chaoyin laughed and put the five hundred yuan in his pocket: "I'll do something, boss, you can rest assured."
Feng Jiantong nodded: "In addition, send me a few more people to keep an eye on the outside, who knows if he is a fox or a fake tiger or if there is really someone outside, don't go wrong."
"Yes" After that, Zheng Chao arranged according to Feng Jiantong's wishes, and Feng Jiantong then followed Zhang Yang to the backstage.
This charming bar is really not as simple as it seems, Zhang Yang followed Feng Jiantong's men to the backstage of the bar, and then his subordinates opened a secret door on the ground and walked down from the secret door with Zhang Yang.
The bar on the ground is deserted, but it's a lot more lively underneath.
Zhang Yang just walked down a few steps, and suddenly a pungent smell of smoke, wine, vomiting and stinky sweat mixed together came to his nose, which was even worse than the open-air toilet full of flies and black and smelly stool in the countryside.
As soon as Zhang Yang walked underground, an addict who was enjoying himself at the table suddenly stared at him, and fell to the ground like a sheep's madness, convulsing all over his body and foaming at the mouth.
However, the other addicts around him were completely immersed in their own world, and they didn't care about this person's life or death, and several addicts who were a little more conscious also smirked when they saw this scene, and they looked like they didn't care about themselves.
Zhang Yang specially turned his body to this position, so that the camera could see this scene more clearly.
After a few moments, the addict stopped convulsing, rolled the whites of his eyes, foamed at the foam, and just lay quietly on the ground.
"Another one died, and someone came, and carried out his body, and put it in a sack, and stuffed it with stones, and threw it into the sea for me."
"Yes" I don't know who gave the order, but two of the watchmen approached the dead addict, and one dragged him out by the leg like a dead dog.
"Slow" The two men were about to drag the dead addict out of the door, when suddenly a man with a head jumped out of the bar, ran quickly to the deceased's side, and roughly took the deceased's watch from his hand.
"People who are already dead, what's the point of wearing a watch" The head chuckled, put the watch under his hand, admired it, and seemed quite satisfied.
"Alright, drag him out and dispose of it as soon as possible, it's so hot now, if the corpse stinks, it won't be easy."
The two men nodded, then dragged the body to another room as if nothing had happened, and vanished.
Tou Tou was contented with his watch and was about to go back to the bar, when he suddenly turned around, only to find Feng Jiantong standing behind him.
"Boss, when did you come out" The head was startled, and hurriedly took a step back, bowing respectfully to Feng Jiantong.
Feng Jiantong snorted coldly: "You are smoking a lot of cigarettes there by yourself, how can you see me, I told you to touch this thing less, do you want to be like that dead dog?"
The head nodded again and again, and said respectfully: "Yes, boss, I promise to quit tomorrow" "Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is tomorrow."
Feng Jiantong glanced at his head indifferently: "You remember for me, if you become a burden to me, what will happen to that dead dog, you will be what will happen, you will give me a good self-inflicted" "Yes, yes, yes" The head smiled, and then quickly turned around and left, pretending to be serious about work, showing off his might to the other little brothers who were watching the scene.
Feng Jiantong sighed lightly, then turned to Zhang Yang who was watching and smiled faintly, and said, "Mr.
He, I'm sorry to make you laugh, it's because I didn't discipline my subordinates well." ” Feng Jiantong looked like he was expressing his respect for Zhang Yang, but in fact, he was indirectly giving Zhang Yang a warning through the words he had just said to the subordinate in charge, I will not hesitate to dispose of them without hesitation, and in the same way, if you have no value to us or threaten me, your fate will be the same.
People who mix with the underworld like to play this kind of trick of pointing at the mulberry and scolding the Huai, killing chickens and making an example of monkeys, but Zhang Yang is not without psychological preparation.
"Hehe, Mr.
Feng is too worried, this is not an army, there is no need for such strict discipline, as long as you let your subordinates have meat to eat, so that they can live comfortably with you, then they will die for you."
Zhang Yang smiled faintly and said in a calm tone.
"Oh, listen to what Mr.
He meant, Mr.
He used to be a soldier," Feng Jiantong raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have the privilege to play for my country."
Zhang Yang chuckled and shook his head.
Feng Jiantong's face suddenly showed a touch of contempt, but before he could react, Zhang Yang continued: "But I have cleaned up a lot of people who have been soldiers, there was a group of killer organizations who wanted to trouble me before, and there were many retired soldiers in it, but now they have all turned into corpses and are lying in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang. ” Feng Jiantong was stunned for a moment, many weeks ago he saw a piece of news that a hidden fortress had been found in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, with sufficient supplies and well-equipped, but all the people inside were dead, and the police in southern Xinjiang who rushed to the scene after receiving anonymous news were also clueless about it.
Could it really be that this person did it, who is he, and how huge the power behind him is Zhang Yang saw Feng Jiantong's shocked expression, and smiled faintly: "Mr.
Feng, I'm in a hurry, can you start talking about business quickly?"
Feng Jiantong suddenly returned to his senses, although his eyes were still full of doubt, incomprehension and distrust, but at the same time, there was more awe.
"I'm sorry, Mr.
He, please."
Subsequently, Feng Jiantong took Zhang Yang and a group of subordinates through the trance-like addicts, and then came to a room, looking at the high-grade layout inside, it is estimated that this is Feng Jiantong's private office.
Feng Jiantong invited Zhang Yang to sit down on the sofa, and then sat opposite Zhang Yang, lit a high-end cigarette, and then handed Zhang Yang one.
Zhang Yang chuckled lightly and declined Feng Jiantong's kindness: "Thank you, Mr.
Feng, I don't smoke." ” "Oh" Feng Jiantong couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Mr.
He, you are the first customer I have ever met who does not smoke, I can know why" Zhang Yang smiled faintly: "In our business, you must be prepared to lose your life at any time, I value my life very much, and I will not let things like cigarettes threaten my life." ”: