Chapter 215 (1/2)

Wanghezi village is located in the suburb of Chaonan city.

Different from the old industrial park in the north of the city, wanghezi village is located in the south of Chaonan city. It is only ten minutes' drive away from the family courtyard of the aging steel mill where Weisheng now lives.

Although there is only a second ring bridge separated from the south of the bridge, the environment inside and outside the bridge is very different.

The urban area in the second ring bridge is full of colorful music at night, while wanghezi village outside the second ring bridge is barking with cats and dogs. At 9:00 p.m., every low brick house turns off its lights and dreams.

There is only Zhang Yishui's small shop, at this time, there is a dim yellow light for the guests preparing to buy at night.

Early spring night is still cold, Zhang Yishui sat in front of the counter and yawned hard. He was about to enter his dream. However, a cry came from the inner room to wake him up, ”Lao Zhang! Get some hot water

With a sigh, Zhang Yishui went to the corner of the wall, picked up a Thermos Pot to carry it, shook his head, and then picked up the thermos to carry it. Then he nodded and turned around to enter the inner room.

There are seven or eight big men in the inner room. And the only one sitting on the Kang is a middle-aged man who has been wearing suit and shoes since he lived here.

Some time ago, his brother-in-law, who was a gangster in Chaonan City, suddenly brought the middle-aged man here. Then the middle-aged man packed his room for 500 yuan a day.

His brother-in-law privately warned him not to go outside and say nothing.

Zhang Yishui doesn't know what men in suits do, but he is obviously very rich.

It's not hard to see from the luxury car that drives to the grocery store every three to five and gives food and clothing to middle-aged men.

There are also these big men who rush to his house every other night and have a secret conversation with the middle-aged man in the inner room.

From the few words he heard, Zhang Yishui only knew that the middle-aged man was called Mr. Li, because that was what the group of men called him.

He left the kettle on the floor of the room. Zhang Yishui did not dare to delay. He turned around and went out of the door and took the door for them with his backhand.

Just then, the blinking headlights flashed outside the shop. Zhang Yishui frowned. When he came to the door, he saw a black car parked in front of his shop.

On the bus, there was a little girl and a chubby man.

……

The man in a suit in the inner room is Li Xianzong. At the moment, he is sitting on the Kang with a teapot in his hand. The firewood on the Kang is crackling. The room is hot, just like his burning heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if he had been covered by an invisible net from the beginning to the end. Otherwise, why would bad luck always haunt him?

When did this bad luck begin? Gambo ready for promotion? Or a bet with Gambo? Or did you shoot a policeman in the police station that day?

It has to be said that he has killed countless people in his life. So far, very few of them can make him remember his name, but Liu Zhi, a little unknown policeman, is still fresh in his memory.

Since Liu Zhi was killed in Chaonan police station that night, it was immediately revealed by public opinion that this matter should be caused by Gambo. He retaliated against him and sent him to huangquan. However, after that, Gambo faction used means to kick him out of the Zhi Wei party.