Song Wei and his group went downstairs and threw the three fat guys into the hospital.

The unlucky fat man had no external injuries. He had a red spider-web-shaped mark on his forehead, which was shaking when he walked. It looked like Spider-Man, and it was obviously a concussion.

Watching the miserable buddy leave, the glasses master was unwilling to accept it.

"Mr. Song, do we just recognize it?"

Chu Qing, who was usually the most uncontrollable, did not agree, and sat in the passenger seat with his head in the passenger seat, trembling slightly with his right hand.

Song Wei looked up: "Qingzi, show Xiao Ge your wrist."

Chu Qing angrily punched the co-pilot's storage box, making a loud bang, like humiliation and unwillingness.

Then, put your right hand on the back seat.

Under the dim inner light, Chu Qing's wrist was covered with purple.

"What?! That's the one I caught just now?"

The glasses' master exclaimed, his face full of horror.

"Aoko is already very good at playing drums and horns. She can't even get through the face of her subordinates. Do you think that's really a simple and arrogant second generation?"

Song Wei sneered and didn't know who was laughing at.

The glasses master didn't know how to fight, but he knew how terrible Chu Qing's brute force was, so he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

As for Chu Qing, there was still the fear of that moment in his heart. It was an irresistible force, and the most primitive fear brought by it smashed his greatest pride to pieces.

Song Wei turned his head and asked Xiao Ge: "In the situation just now, do you dare to attack those students?"

"Uh...I don't dare."

The glasses master shook his head awkwardly.

The most important thing in a society is to know what can be done and what cannot be done.

The gangsters beat up sticks and knives, and no one cares about the people who do not raise officials and investigate them. They cut off students and rich second generations... are they afraid that they will not be able to get a prison meal?

Song Wei said indifferently: "I won't get to the guy. Once the fight starts, Qingzi and I will be the first to get married, and then you will be there. Brothers don't have time to save me."

"Uh, I just have a little more strength, so it's not enough, right?"

The eyeglasses master is only responsible for business operations and sales in daily life, and has basically no idea about this, so he still finds it unbelievable.

"That kid has practiced it, I don't know what it is, but..."

Chu Qing’s muffled interface.

People who often fight are most sensitive to actual combat abilities. As soon as they get started, they can sense the gap immediately.

After hesitating for a long time, Chu Qing finally endured the humiliation and told his actual feelings.

"I can't beat the front with a knife. My eyesight, reaction, and strength are so strong that I don't even have the chance to take action. I can kosher me with just one whip."

The glasses master was finally startled: "So exaggerated?!"

"real!"

Chu Qing was afraid that the other party would not believe it, so he was a little anxious.

"I struggled with all my might, and I couldn't let his hands shake. How big is the difference in strength?"

In fact, under normal circumstances, there is not such a big gap. Who made Brother Hang B drink and get drunk?

In addition, fighting gangs do not whip their legs, they can only ride on them to grab people.

Xiao Gexin was over, but he became more and more puzzled and frowned tightly: "How can a rich second generation develop such strong combat power? According to demand, it is completely unnecessary?"

"Under the water, there is a whole iceberg..."

Song Wei sighed and suddenly felt a literary style.

"There is nothing to be scary for those who know the roots. Gu Xuan is not scary, and even He Hongyuan may not be able to do anything to us. If the well water does not interfere with the river, people will not spend any effort to interfere with me.

But that kid is different. He hasn't exposed the bottom from beginning to end, but the little bit of it is scary enough...

Haha, the older I am, the less courageous I am…”

Song Wei shook his head and smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling like a hero was old.

Of course, the saying that heroes are gigging on their faces is true.

People who are brave and don’t know how to restrain themselves are all dead. Those who can survive by wading the sand with big waves are already brave. They are brave but they are not embarrassed.

"Then..." Xiao Ge hesitated, "Do you want to check that kid?"

“Check and check it out.”

Song Wei rubbed his temples and nodded.

"But I guess I can't find anything. There is no great god named Wang in Gujiao. The big guys who came out of Wang's village in the early years were not in Gujiao, so please pay attention to the movement and don't investigate it deeply and offend people."

Xiao Ge felt that his elder brother had actually given up, so he made up his mind and could deal with it.

With the current development of the gray industry, information such as mobile phone numbers, address, consumption that can be seen by people, and traces of the Internet are easy to check. If you look deeper, you need to visit it on the spot.

However, what you found may not be true.

The mining province is too chaotic, and many legal persons with assets are old rural farmers. They carry a sack of ID cards to apply for various documents, and the cost is only tens of thousands.

At the same time, the real owner of the asset may only have a broken house under his name.

The person who was on the news broadcast two years ago, the public security and procuratorate went to the battlefield to find out hundreds of thousands of properties, which was so funny that it was so funny.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Ge suddenly noticed a detail that had been ignored before.

"Mr. Song, you said, what does that Young Master Wang mean to deliberately mention the Jiang family's son? He didn't reveal any details throughout the whole process, but he inexplicably brought out an irrelevant person. I can't understand..."

Song Wei asked back: "It's not considered the official face. If there is someone who can completely block me from Drum and Kettle, who is it?"

Xiao Ge blurted out: "King Xiqu!"

Song Wei stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky: "Xiqu Mine is a direct enterprise under the Minerals Province. What is the relationship between Wang and Jiang?"

Xiao Ge shook his head ashamed: "Mr. Song, I am low-level, and I really don't know."

"Yes, I don't know either, because my level is not enough..."

Song Wei sighed, revealing a trace of real fear.

"But if someone can point it out specifically, it proves that they are of sufficient level. They know that this is a flying dragon in the sky. They look down at our small pond with a smile!"

Any conspiracy, under the power from a higher level, is crushed.

Song Wei believed that Wang Yan would never be able to mobilize that kind of power easily, but as long as he could borrow a little, he would be unable to bear the weight.

"Send the order and see the Lord again, retreat. If you have the chance, remember to sell me a good deal..."

"Uh, OK."

The glasses master responded immediately, thinking with conscientious thought: No wonder Mr. Song was able to start from scratch, it was indeed a cunning person who could bend and stretch...

If you can't afford to offend, wouldn't it be enough to lick it?

At this moment, even Wang Yan didn't expect that the effect of bringing out Jiang Xin would be so good.

In fact, Wang Yan and Mr. Jiang have a very average relationship, but they are qualified to know some things about the other party’s family, so they are taken out to scare people.

Sure enough, Song Wei's unwillingness was completely defeated.

It can only be said that information is also a kind of power. In the hands of people who know how to use it, its power is no less than money, and its swords and guns.

...

He Xiaolu was dragged home by her sister and threw it onto the bed. She finally became more "sober".

"Sister...I'm so sleepy..."

He Meng hurriedly touched her sister's forehead: "How are you doing, Xiaolu? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I want to sleep..."

"Okay, okay!"

He Meng responded quickly and then reached out to take off her clothes.

"Good Xiaolu, take a shower before sleeping, my sister will help you..."

(⊙?⊙)!

It’s not possible for sister to do that, it’s a foul!

He hurriedly pulled the quilt and covered his head tightly.

"You go! I can do it myself!"

After finally driving He Meng away, Xiaolu immediately locked the door, then pounced on the big bed, and began to roll around.

"Ahhhhhh!awsl!"

After a while of rolling, he suddenly took out his cell phone and found Zhang Yao.

"Yaoyao, give me your brother's WeChat..."
To be continued...