MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 1020 : A real man can't eat 5 tripods in life, and dies... eat ingots!

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HK, Happy Valley.

The lights are feasting, the sky is the same color.

You can see the towering buildings, you can see the phoenix going in and out of the "coffin room", you can see the hypocrisy, you can see the satisfaction and distress of customers when they give money, and you can also see the tired office workers with faces. As gray as the walking dead.

Some people are living strong, but there are also people who are recklessly wasting their lives, euphemistically saying: It is rare to be a human being once, don't worry about a house of HK10 tens of thousands per square meter, and enjoy yourself in time.

People like this... often owe a lot of debt, and they all lose their bets.

Mei Jiaohua lost everything again. He walked out of a shop with a rolling door next to him. His hair was fluffy and he was skinny. Can you imagine that this man, who is about 165 cm tall, is only in his thirties?

The society has already smoothed his spirit, of course...

It should be said that he gave up on himself!

"I've lost everything again, I'm going to sleep on that street tonight." A familiar peddler on the street greeted him "enthusiastically", with sarcasm in his tone, perhaps, from someone more unlucky than himself Be able to see your own "effort".

Mei Jiaohua yawned, looked at the other party, and said, "Da Diao, bring me a bowl of rice rolls, **** it, I'll come back tomorrow!"

The peddler who scolded him was taken aback, "Do you still have any money?"

These words seemed to irritate Mei Jiaohua, "Mother Dio Lei, will I have no money?" He touched his pocket as he spoke, wanting to throw the money in the other's face, but he couldn't do it so chicly because of poverty.

If only he could be as dashing as those millionaires in Saigon.

"You have money." The peddler put his hands in his bib, his body leaned back slightly, his front legs were still shaking, as if he was watching a joke.

"What's the rush? You have to queue up to withdraw money. I still have my money in the bank. Give me a bowl first. Can I owe you?" Rotten Foot Hua really lived up to his nickname.

Eating free food can also be said to be so free and easy.

Da Diao rolled his eyes, pointed to the side angrily, and asked him to wait, but he really did it. For such a gambler, to put it bluntly, if you don't give him "good service", he can Talking to you all night, Lanjiahua not only went to Lou Feng in name, but also someone who wanted to pay on credit.

"Eat, don't choke you to death."

After about two or three minutes, Da Diao handed him the rice rolls, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the ash was floating in the air profusely.

"You bastard, let me eat cigarette ashes?" Rotten Foot Hua scolded.

"Just eat something, don't starve to death on the street tomorrow." Da Diao didn't say anything, and someone beside him interrupted. Of course he was angry at such cursing words, and Lan Jiaohua almost flipped the table, but when he saw someone coming, Cowardly, he lowered his head and ate the rice rolls in a muffled voice.

"Chen sir, I'm off work." Da Diao said with a smile on his face, "I haven't been here for a long time, how about some rice rolls?"

Chen sir is quite old, about forty years old, and smiled when he heard the words, "Now we are not members of the royal family, we have to pay attention to discipline, and the working and leaving hours are set."

Da Diao was startled, and smiled sarcastically.

Chen sir looked at the sullen gambler next to him, and said with a smile, "Badfoot Hua, if you can't find something to eat tomorrow, go to the Peninsula Hotel. There are many bosses over there these two days. If you're lucky , the boss wants to treat you to dinner."

He laughed himself as he said that, waved his hands with the big eagle, and went home.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.

Yup!

In the past two days, newspapers and TV stations have been saying everywhere that the Peninsula Hotel has been taken over by the big bosses. Those people want to save face the most. Going to ask for a meal by themselves should not be a problem. If you are lucky, give some money. I will be able to enjoy my hands again in two days.

The big eagle next to him saw the bright eyes of his "friend", frowned, and tried to persuade him, "You want to die, do you really listen to that big dog Chen?" He lowered his voice, "That place is full of people. I heard that there are big bosses coming from next door, and there are a lot of horse boys. If you wait later, your legs will be broken."

I don't know where these words irritated Lan Jiaohua, he stood up suddenly, smashed the remaining rice rolls on the ground, and even marked a sentence, "If you don't live with five tripods, you will die with five tripods!"

After finishing speaking, he walked away gracefully.

Da Diao looked stunned, took a deep breath, and then jumped up: "MD, I really don't give you money!"

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Migratory birds soar slowly along with the footsteps of the breeze.

When walking on the land of HK again, Tang understood what he wanted this time, and punched those eagle sauces, chickens and even rabbits who were watching the show hard.

Time can't be wasted like this...

What he wanted to say about changing the world was far from being achieved. Just like sitting in the plane just now, he was thinking, if there is an aircraft that can cross the entire Pacific Ocean in half an hour, it will definitely shorten the time a lot.

Of course, the premise is that the human body will not be washed away.

This is just a thought that flashed through his mind, but this "pigeon" has to be caught, isn't it?

Feng Dahui and Hearst had been waiting for a long time, they welcomed him into the car in person, and they kept greeting each other.

A flashing light flashed in the distance, and Tang Dao turned his head to look, and saw a young man wearing glasses panickedly turning off the device in his hand~www.novelbuddy.com~ Judging by this posture, he was obviously a new paparazzi.

The bodyguards on the side were about to rush up when they saw this, but they were stopped by Tang Dao. After taking a look, they let them go. There are many reporters around, so there is no need to make things big, and besides, it's not that my face can't be photographed.

The reporter panicked, his legs were numb, just now he felt that someone was looking at him in the wrong way, as if he was going to be pressed down in the next second...

In fact, he is not a young child, but on purpose.

Using this to create confusion, HK's Ma Zi is very experienced in this. Many celebrities don't like the camera, and then they can "do whatever they want", and they have the final say on how to describe it in the pen?

Seeing that Tang Dao was not fooled, the reporters who were waiting to watch sighed in unison, and a man came out from the side, pulled the little reporter's arm, and said in a regretful tone, "This guy is too cautious, follow up quickly!" , The news was snatched by those bastards, let's just wait and drink for nothing."

He said and pointed to other busy reporters.

"Wang...Brother Wang, if we do this, we won't be buried." The little reporter stammered.

"It's so old, and the corpse is still dead. Now it's about the law. Of course, if something happens, you will suffer a little bit. It's okay. Isn't there something wrong?" The other party waved his hand indifferently. , If there is no news, you will die!

How many newspaper media did HK have in the 1980s? About three or four hundred, how many are there in the 1990s?

How many are still alive?

They wanted something to eat, and a family of seven or eight huddled in the coffin room, opening their mouths and waiting for the meal.

"Go! Don't think about it, there must be big news today!"

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