Chapter 24 Section VIII
In the warm warehouse, Li Lan let out a satisfied sigh.
She gently stroked Yu Runsheng's face.His fair skin was flushed under the caress of her rough fingers.His head was resting on her bare, strong chest.
Occasionally, she moved her body slightly, losing her maiden's smooth olive skin due to crop manipulation, and then had a pleasant friction with his naked body, and then goose bumps appeared all over her body like when she had sex for the first time, as if growing out all over her body. Tens of thousands of sensitive nipples bring pleasure that cannot be compared to others in a lifetime.
Yu Runsheng's body remained motionless, silently staring at the ceiling of the warehouse.
she smiles.Gao Long's cheekbones seemed a little too strong.The most feminine thing about Li Lan is her long black and layered hair.
She knew her man was thinking of many things all the time.Lots of things she'll never understand.His calm face hides infinite restlessness, and his heart is like a sea of undulating waves.At first she was inexplicably surprised.She never thought that she would meet such a man in her life.
But now she knows what to do.She tried to give him another kind of satisfaction besides lust - a warmth like swallowing breast milk, a sense of security surrounded by a mother's body, a sense of intimacy like flesh and blood, and a real touch.In fact, she found that he always liked to touch and pinch her strong breasts and shoulders and waist and buttocks... He liked to caress her more than fuck her.
She wasn't stupid enough to wish to possess him.She knew this man's desire would never be satisfied - not even by the most beautiful, soft, voluptuous woman in the world.But she loves him.She tried to satisfy a part of his heart.And then like this moment, she would just silently let him lie on top of her, look into his eyes looking up, and never bother him to think about the rest of his life.
Thirty-two-year-old Hua Que Wu had just washed his scarred face, and his eyes were still swollen. He looked a few years older than the sixty-two-year-old Pang Wenying who had been riding back for several days. "Morning, foster father." Hua Que Wu said with his mouth still smelling open. "Bah!" Pang Wenying slapped the handle of the chair, and stood up from the top tiger carving chair.Only then did Hua Que Wu panic, and hastily lowered his hand wiping his eyes. "I heard that more than a dozen brothers were killed last night?" Pang Wenying angrily walked to the center of the hall. "Yes... yes... but—" "Stop doing this! Are you thinking of an excuse again?" Huaquewu lowered his head even lower. "It's been five years. How many good hands from the head office have we lost in Piaocheng? How many books have we lost, and how many private goods and salt goods have been lost? You count it for me! If I didn't carry it, Boss Han can tolerate you kid?" When Huaque heard the word "Boss Han" on Wuyi, a chill ran down her spine. "Boss Han...did you mention me?" "Boss Han is very unhappy with the situation here in the branch. If you don't show him your results, I can't protect you!" "Yes...but the 'slaughterhouse' is always the leader! There are so many people..." "Wu'er! You just lack this broad-minded vision..." Pang Wenying sat back on the chair with a sigh. "Hasn't there been a lot of Xing Leng who have flooded into Piaocheng this year? Spend money to find some real talents to strengthen their strength and compete with the 'slaughterhouse'. Listening to Boss Han's tone, I can no longer dispatch people from the head office. If we don’t hire these Xing Leng, who else can we turn to?” "But these Xing Leng are very disobedient..." "Whether you listen or not, what you talk about is means." Pang Wenying picked up the tea bowl from the wooden table beside the chair, lifted the lid and took a sip of hot Pu'er tea. "The 'Slaughterhouse' looks down on these foreigners and can't use them. They have no way to get in, so they hunt around like blind flies. Spend some money, and still won't they be obedient?" "yes." Pang Wenying put down the tea bowl. "Did you lose another shipment of salt recently? How much is there?" Sweat dripped from Huaquewu's forehead: "Fifty catties..." "Feng Yilong" is the largest underworld force in the capital, with branches in four states, and its main source of income is trafficking in illegal salt and other prohibited goods. Although the influence of "Feng Yilong" reaches the top of the court, this kind of smuggling and tax evasion business is still covered up by various legitimate industries, and it cannot blatantly violate the king's law. Piaocheng is an important commercial center, guarding the hub between the southern coast and the inland area. In order to expand the salt sales network to the south and southwest, "Feng Yilong" opened a branch in Piaocheng five years ago, but encountered unprecedented obstacles. The "slaughterhouse" that has dominated Piaocheng for twelve years, except for a bustling Andong Avenue, has a main source of income, whoring, gambling, eating and drinking business all over the city. More than 30% of the "slaughterhouse" is directly operated. Vendors in the market also have to contribute money; and the various thefts and extortion activities carried out by low-level leaders and hooligans are countless. The disciples of the "slaughter house" are all from the city, and they are extremely xenophobic.When Pang Wenying first set up a branch in Piaocheng, he immediately negotiated with the "slaughterhouse", and proposed that the "slaughterhouse" take 10% of the profits from all salt sales transported through Piaocheng. Pang Wenying did not expect that the "slaughter house" not only asked for a bonus, but also directly participated in the salt sales business.Pang Wenying immediately knew: Zhu Yazhi, the boss of the "slaughterhouse", has a salt sales network in the entire southern region; now that he is cooperating with "Feng Yilong", he will master the operation method and personnel relationship of the salt sales in the future, and the salt transportation route in the south will be different. After the establishment is mature, half of the business of "Fengyilong" will be annexed. If it succeeds, the power of the "slaughter house" will be enough to compete with the "Feng Yilong" in the north, and even surpass it. Negotiations between the two sides have reached an impasse.However, "Feng Yilong" has already used silver bullets to open up many relations between black and white in the south. If the salt business cannot be carried out, it will lose a lot. The "slaughter house" found out and sent people to stop and rob and kill them, and the two sides broke up. Boss "Feng Yilong" Han issued an order to Pang Wenying to establish influence in Piaocheng by tough means, so as to break through the salt transportation barrier in Piaocheng. The "slaughter house" can't tolerate outsiders invading Piaocheng, and the two gangs have entered a bad situation where they are incompatible. After five years of confrontation, "Feng Yilong" suffered from being unable to send a large number of people to the Piaocheng branch and retreated steadily; "Slaughterhouse" has intensified recently, setting up outposts on three main official roads for a long time, completely blocking the salt transportation channel .For the large amount of salt goods accumulated in the "Fengyilong Piaocheng Branch", none of them could be transported out of Piaocheng within a radius of ten miles in the past three months. "Damn it!" Pang Wenying slammed the wooden table violently, and the tea bowl bounced up, splashing the table full of tea. "No wonder it was so easy to transport salt into the city earlier. It turned out to be their plan! If this continues, the salt cargo cannot be transported as scheduled, and the loss is too great!" Huaquewu sighed: "It's just that the opponent's troops are so ruthless... I wanted to organize a brigade of elite brothers to escort several batches of salt goods out of the city at a time. I just need to kill a bloody road, leave the opponent's sphere of influence, and then send them away in batches... However, eating bones has been keeping a close eye on us recently, and the person who often detains us with excuses has uncovered a lot of business in the broken stone... I can't get anyone out at all." "What?" Pang Wenying raised her white eyebrows, but she seemed much calmer than before. "Eating bones? Didn't he also eat our portion?" "Eating bones was like a lunatic earlier, asking us to add five hundred taels of silver every month! How can there be such a rule? His share has long been the thickest among all the slaves! Damn it, I laughed with me and said that we can only add more money. Fifty taels, he left without looking back! After hearing that, he went to the "slaughter house" again, and then came to set us up, and said that he would eat us! This month's bill is to get my brother out of prison It cost seven or eight hundred taels of silver to get it out! Fuck him..." Huaquewu said, but found that Pang Wenying was silent. "Father, what's the matter?" "I'm just worried..." Pang Wenying's eyelids jumped a few times. "Eating bones is too close to the 'slaughterhouse'. After all, they are all drifters. The few hundred taels are nothing, but today they promise to eat bones, and tomorrow other guards and cell leaders will come to ask for money. Where will we put the plaque of "Feng Yilong" in the future? Wu'er, I often say: On this road, if you take one step back, others will take three steps forward..." "Then what to do?" Pang Wenying's eyes were fierce. "Kill him." Huaquewu was startled, the scar on his face wrinkled into a ball. "What? You can't! No matter how dirty you are, you're still a gentleman... Who do you want to send to do it?" "Find men who would kill anyone. Men who have been in battle."
Thirty-two-year-old Hua Que Wu had just washed his scarred face, and his eyes were still swollen. He looked a few years older than the sixty-two-year-old Pang Wenying who had been riding back for several days. "Morning, foster father." Hua Que Wu said with his mouth still smelling open. "Bah!" Pang Wenying slapped the handle of the chair, and stood up from the top tiger carving chair.Only then did Hua Que Wu panic, and hastily lowered his hand wiping his eyes. "I heard that more than a dozen brothers were killed last night?" Pang Wenying angrily walked to the center of the hall. "Yes... yes... but—" "Stop doing this! Are you thinking of an excuse again?" Huaquewu lowered his head even lower. "It's been five years. How many good hands from the head office have we lost in Piaocheng? How many books have we lost, and how many private goods and salt goods have been lost? You count it for me! If I didn't carry it, Boss Han can tolerate you kid?" When Huaque heard the word "Boss Han" on Wuyi, a chill ran down her spine. "Boss Han...did you mention me?" "Boss Han is very unhappy with the situation here in the branch. If you don't show him your results, I can't protect you!" "Yes...but the 'slaughterhouse' is always the leader! There are so many people..." "Wu'er! You just lack this broad-minded vision..." Pang Wenying sat back on the chair with a sigh. "Hasn't there been a lot of Xing Leng who have flooded into Piaocheng this year? Spend money to find some real talents to strengthen their strength and compete with the 'slaughterhouse'. Listening to Boss Han's tone, I can no longer dispatch people from the head office. If we don’t hire these Xing Leng, who else can we turn to?” "But these Xing Leng are very disobedient..." "Whether you listen or not, what you talk about is means." Pang Wenying picked up the tea bowl from the wooden table beside the chair, lifted the lid and took a sip of hot Pu'er tea. "The 'Slaughterhouse' looks down on these foreigners and can't use them. They have no way to get in, so they hunt around like blind flies. Spend some money, and still won't they be obedient?" "yes." Pang Wenying put down the tea bowl. "Did you lose another shipment of salt recently? How much is there?" Sweat dripped from Huaquewu's forehead: "Fifty catties..." "Feng Yilong" is the largest underworld force in the capital, with branches in four states, and its main source of income is trafficking in illegal salt and other prohibited goods. Although the influence of "Feng Yilong" reaches the top of the court, this kind of smuggling and tax evasion business is still covered up by various legitimate industries, and it cannot blatantly violate the king's law. Piaocheng is an important commercial center, guarding the hub between the southern coast and the inland area. In order to expand the salt sales network to the south and southwest, "Feng Yilong" opened a branch in Piaocheng five years ago, but encountered unprecedented obstacles. The "slaughterhouse" that has dominated Piaocheng for twelve years, except for a bustling Andong Avenue, has a main source of income, whoring, gambling, eating and drinking business all over the city. More than 30% of the "slaughterhouse" is directly operated. Vendors in the market also have to contribute money; and the various thefts and extortion activities carried out by low-level leaders and hooligans are countless. The disciples of the "slaughter house" are all from the city, and they are extremely xenophobic.When Pang Wenying first set up a branch in Piaocheng, he immediately negotiated with the "slaughterhouse", and proposed that the "slaughterhouse" take 10% of the profits from all salt sales transported through Piaocheng. Pang Wenying did not expect that the "slaughter house" not only asked for a bonus, but also directly participated in the salt sales business.Pang Wenying immediately knew: Zhu Yazhi, the boss of the "slaughterhouse", has a salt sales network in the entire southern region; now that he is cooperating with "Feng Yilong", he will master the operation method and personnel relationship of the salt sales in the future, and the salt transportation route in the south will be different. After the establishment is mature, half of the business of "Fengyilong" will be annexed. If it succeeds, the power of the "slaughter house" will be enough to compete with the "Feng Yilong" in the north, and even surpass it. Negotiations between the two sides have reached an impasse.However, "Feng Yilong" has already used silver bullets to open up many relations between black and white in the south. If the salt business cannot be carried out, it will lose a lot. The "slaughter house" found out and sent people to stop and rob and kill them, and the two sides broke up. Boss "Feng Yilong" Han issued an order to Pang Wenying to establish influence in Piaocheng by tough means, so as to break through the salt transportation barrier in Piaocheng. The "slaughter house" can't tolerate outsiders invading Piaocheng, and the two gangs have entered a bad situation where they are incompatible. After five years of confrontation, "Feng Yilong" suffered from being unable to send a large number of people to the Piaocheng branch and retreated steadily; "Slaughterhouse" has intensified recently, setting up outposts on three main official roads for a long time, completely blocking the salt transportation channel .For the large amount of salt goods accumulated in the "Fengyilong Piaocheng Branch", none of them could be transported out of Piaocheng within a radius of ten miles in the past three months. "Damn it!" Pang Wenying slammed the wooden table violently, and the tea bowl bounced up, splashing the table full of tea. "No wonder it was so easy to transport salt into the city earlier. It turned out to be their plan! If this continues, the salt cargo cannot be transported as scheduled, and the loss is too great!" Huaquewu sighed: "It's just that the opponent's troops are so ruthless... I wanted to organize a brigade of elite brothers to escort several batches of salt goods out of the city at a time. I just need to kill a bloody road, leave the opponent's sphere of influence, and then send them away in batches... However, eating bones has been keeping a close eye on us recently, and the person who often detains us with excuses has uncovered a lot of business in the broken stone... I can't get anyone out at all." "What?" Pang Wenying raised her white eyebrows, but she seemed much calmer than before. "Eating bones? Didn't he also eat our portion?" "Eating bones was like a lunatic earlier, asking us to add five hundred taels of silver every month! How can there be such a rule? His share has long been the thickest among all the slaves! Damn it, I laughed with me and said that we can only add more money. Fifty taels, he left without looking back! After hearing that, he went to the "slaughter house" again, and then came to set us up, and said that he would eat us! This month's bill is to get my brother out of prison It cost seven or eight hundred taels of silver to get it out! Fuck him..." Huaquewu said, but found that Pang Wenying was silent. "Father, what's the matter?" "I'm just worried..." Pang Wenying's eyelids jumped a few times. "Eating bones is too close to the 'slaughterhouse'. After all, they are all drifters. The few hundred taels are nothing, but today they promise to eat bones, and tomorrow other guards and cell leaders will come to ask for money. Where will we put the plaque of "Feng Yilong" in the future? Wu'er, I often say: On this road, if you take one step back, others will take three steps forward..." "Then what to do?" Pang Wenying's eyes were fierce. "Kill him." Huaquewu was startled, the scar on his face wrinkled into a ball. "What? You can't! No matter how dirty you are, you're still a gentleman... Who do you want to send to do it?" "Find men who would kill anyone. Men who have been in battle."