Walking on the mountain road, Tang Weiwei, who was walking into the mountain for the first time and riding a horse into the mountain, was very happy. He sat on the horse and shook his body. He listened to the rough voices of these mountain men roaring songs, responding to the echoes deep in the mountains, and naturally had a majestic spirit. Seeing these middle-aged men raising their heads and raising their heads and singing mountain songs, Tang Weiwei also heard that many folk songs in this few places were love songs. However, the songs sung by these mountain people were a solemn military spirit. Looking at Jin Hu riding on the horse in front of him, he thought: Perhaps only this place can raise a brave man like Jin Hu.

Although I don’t know much about what Jin Hu did in the United States, Yi Qing must have fallen into his support and control. Before taking over Jin Hu, I had already received news that Yi Qing’s fan shipments have increased at least twice as much as before. The Chinatown of San Francisco may be facing a new round of reshuffle, and there is no need to say that he has a shadow. If the gangs of the United States, one east and one west Chinatown will merge, it will immediately become the third largest Chinese gang in the United States, second only to the old Triad and the Huaqing Gang.

The most eye-catching American gangs now are the newly-resurfaced white gang Black Angels in San Francisco. The expansion speed is so shocking. In just a few months, it has reached its black hand to Los Angeles, the second largest city in the United States. The seven leaders of the South American gang, which originally occupied District 1, disappeared overnight. The entire gang collapsed. The Jing side captured more than 20 people, but still failed to cut off the black angel's black hand to Los Angeles. In just a few days, after absorbing the Los Angeles's locomotive party gangs, the north area fell under the firm control of these locomotive parties!

What made Jingfang frightened was that these motorcycle parties were not as afraid of Jingfang as other white gangsters. They would shoot and kill Jingfang without hesitation. Or these poor villains were simply outlaws. In the words of Jingfang’s insiders, Los Angeles had already set up the black angel’s dining table, and New York was their next main dish!

If I hadn't cared about Jin Hu, I would never have found these clues. But even so, this person also had too many mysterious feelings. A member of a large secret organization in the United States easily got these steels. All kinds of signs showed that the person standing behind this person's influence in the United States was probably greater than that of the little black in the White House. These were thought of by Tang Weiwei himself. As a girl who grew up in the courtyard, she was somewhat affected by her family.

Jin Hu didn't expect that Tang Weiwei could think about himself by listening to a few songs. He followed the team and sang loudly the tune that his ancestors had been singing. He couldn't help but feel that his breathing was a little smoother.

After turning a mountain road, Jin Hu's eyes immediately lit up. The village in the distance was brightly lit, no longer like the impression in Jin Hu's mind before. The gray outline of the village was replaced by a ray of light.

"Uncle San! The village is much brighter this time." Jin Hu raised the horse whip in his hand and pointed it at the village in the distance and said.

"Your father has made a few generators! Of course it's bright and open," Uncle Shan San said with a smile at Jin Hu: "Now many people use rice cookers or something at home, but that thing is really not as good as a big pot. Several stores have steamed for a few days and then changed it back, yelling that they can't use the things in the city!"

Jin Hu smiled and shook his head, and followed Uncle Shan San to talk about the new topic in the village, heading towards the brightly lit place.

When he walked to the gate of the village, Jin Hu realized that the old village had disappeared. Now there is a large stone gate yard at the gate of the village. It is more than three meters high in Chinese-style thick walls. It seems that a tiger squatting cannon is not a problem. The road leading to the gate yard has been replaced with large stone strips, and the houses of each family seem to have been newly repaired, with a brand new look on it.

Seeing my mother standing at the door with a group of old and small people watching her, Jin Hu flew down from the horse's back and walked to my side: "Mom! I'm back!"

"Okay! OK!" After saying that, I looked at Tang Weiwei, who was not far from Jinhu. Jinhu knew this time and quickly explained, "She is from zhèngfu, don't think about it!" When he heard that it was from zhèngfu, Zuo Cui smiled and nodded at Tang Weiwei: "Don't stand outside, please wait for you inside!" He pulled Jinhu and said to Jinhu two steps, "Your father and all the uncles are sitting in the mountain hall waiting for you, go first! Come back early with your father, and I will make delicious food for you. Your father has always been stern since he became a family, as if he had owed him hundreds of dollars." After saying that, he started talking in a vague way, turning his head to look at the sound of amazement from behind and continuing to talk to Jinhu. In my heart, I am afraid there is a mountain of gold and no son of his own!

When he arrived at the door of the house, Zuo Cui said to Tang Weiwei: "Girl! Follow me home and let Xiaohu talk to his grandfather and uncles for a while!" Looking at Tang Weiwei nodding, Zuo Cui pushed open his door and entered the room. Soon, cigarettes were drunk on the stove at home.

Jin Hu led the mule and horse team to the entrance of the mountain hall. The women, old men and children within one meter in front of the mountain hall stopped, and according to the old rules, he was behind the horizontal stone strips. He watched the men at home unload the baskets on both sides of the twelve mules and horses, and carried the baskets heavy to walk into the mountain hall. Thinking about it, it was all money, and he immediately started to whisper again.

Jin Hu entered the mountain hall and hugged me and uncles and said, "Dad! All grandpas and uncles!"

Yishantang looked at the big bamboo basket dragged into the mountain hall, and when the lid was opened, the total twenty-four baskets of money were exposed.

"How much is this in total? It seems so much?" Jin Guangfu asked, looking at his son.

"More than 130 million!" Jin Hu said.

"How many are you going to take out to recruit people?" Jin Guangfu asked Jin Hu.

Jin Hu thought for a moment: "I am going to recruit seven or eight hundred people this time. How much is the right amount for each person? I am about to discuss it with you!" After that, he went to my house and sat down on his chair next to me.

Mr. Shan San looked at Jin Guangfu and nodded, waved his hands to everyone sitting: "Go out, juniors!" After saying this, only the people sitting in the chair in front were left on the chair, and the gate of the mountain hall was also closed.

"Hu'er! Tell me the matter to all uncles and grandpas," Jin Guangfu said to Jin Hu.

After hearing this, Jin Hu told him everything about his business with the country, and he was preparing to set up a base in the Golden Triangle. Of course, there were also things he was worried about.

Mr. Shan San waved his hand and said, "What else can we say about this old bone? If they want to take it away, we will make a profit for one more day. If someone cares about it, it will be a good thing! It means we are still using it! We have wasted the food in vain!"

"Hehe!" The old men next to them all chuckled.

Mr. Gan'er said to Jin Hu, "So you remember to build a village outside?" After that, he sighed and said, "No matter how good the place outside is, it's not our family! We are all old. If we are young and forty years old, no! Even if we are twenty years old, we are a few of us who are 20 years old, we dare to go there, but now it's not possible! Don't worry, if someone uses our old bones to force you, don't mess up your own stance. At this point, you have to learn from Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang, and it's the right way to get a piece of the pie! Don't learn the useless Xiang Yu, puffer!"

"That's what I plan," Jin Hu followed the old man with his plan, preparing to open a stall in the Golden Triangle to collect tolls and other things.

Everyone thought about it. Master Shan San thought for a while and said to Jin Hu: "Don't order too high the people in the village outside! It would be better if there are half of the people in our village, 150,000!"

Jin Hu thought for a while and asked Master Shan San, "Is this a little lower?" Everyone in his village was 300,000 yuan, and the money allocated to each village had for 400,000 yuan. This was a bit far worse than that.

"150,000?" Mr. Shang'er patted the armrest of the chair and thought for a while. Jin Hu thought that the old man also thought it was low, but he didn't know that the old man took a few shots: "It's high! One hundred thousand is enough!"

Jin Hu hurriedly said, "100,000? This difference is a bit too big. I'm afraid that the morale of the army will be unstable then!"

Mr. Shang'er clapped his hands and looked at Mr. Shan San and said, "Who do you say it?" Jin Hu heard this and saw his son and the old men with strange smiles on his face, and he couldn't understand why these old men were making mysterious.

Mr. Shang'er looked at Jin Hu and said with a smile: "We asked you to set 100,000! We would not ask you to give everyone 100,000, and divide it into several classes. For those that are particularly prominent, you should give it as you set in our own village! Not only this money, but you should also regard them as babies from your own village in your heart! In this way, the children of other villages are like they are following each other, thinking that they can also get so much money, everyone will compete to serve you, and you will think about whether it is better to give more money than yours! And there is one thing! The bosses in other villages should not reuse them at all, and even if they use them, they should separate him from the boys in his village!"

Jin Hu thought about it and it was indeed better than what he had planned!

Jin Guangfu looked at his thinking son and said, "Think about it carefully, what the man means! Think about it!"

After hearing my words, Jin Hu thought carefully for a while. Lao Jiu seemed to touch the edge, but it flashed by and couldn't catch it.

"Collapse!" Mr. Shan San said to Jin Hu. Jin Hu immediately understood and immediately respected these old people! How to say it in an old saying: Old but not dead is a thief! After thinking about Jin Hu, he felt it was not appropriate.

These old men are too cruel. Being or being regarded as one of them by serving the Jinjia Village will soon become an honor. Don’t underestimate the sense of honor in the army. It won’t take long for these kids to regard themselves as a member of the Jinjia Village. If they lose their youthful power, what else can these villages be? They swallowed other people’s villages silently!

"You are still young! Learn," Jin Guangfu said with a smile as he looked at his son. (To be continued.)
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