The previous arrangement, the main person behind this scene should be the "Sanlang of East District" in front of him.

Various information flashed through my mind, and I still know a little bit. Liu Yan, the third son of Liu Qian, the president of "Nanzhong Society", didn't know what the nickname was, but when I talked to my wives, I also knew that the idol in this guy's mind was only - Qian Sanlang of Shituling!

Anyway, this guy’s idol is Mr. Qian, who hasn’t run away.

What does this mean?

Looking for a master to become a disciple?

Save the money to the old man?

Student Wang was wondering how to let others do this job? The money must be his own!

When Mr. Qian dies, what about so many possessions to be given to "outsiders"?

That can't.

Besides, if you don’t make more benefits while Mr. Qian is alive, can you be so filial to death?

No.

If a disciple doesn’t expect his master to die sooner, is that still a human being?!

"Uh, Mr. Liu, we..." Wang Jiao gestured back and forth between himself and Liu Yan, "Have we had any contact before?"

"Divine friendship, God has been with me for a long time!"

"Clam?!"

What is the posture of divine friendship?

"I don't know anything about the head-shaped man. I have admired your husband for a long time. When I was young, I thought about joining the disciple of "Qian Sanlang of Shituling". Unfortunately, I was not lucky enough, so what would happen if I did."

With his hands spread, Liu Yan's eyes were burning, and he didn't seem to be telling lies.

There is a black and a black one, and it is true that Wang Jiao himself said such words.

It’s quite a pleasure to be a student for Mr. Qian.

The beautiful woman with a beautiful car, a mansion with a reputation, is not short of money, and is not short of food and accommodation. The only shortage is that the society is stable and peaceful... and is not very stable and peaceful.

Although Mr. Qian is obviously a restless revolutionary, what does it matter?

He gave so much!

Give it more, call me twice and call me master, what should I do?

"Mr. Liu is quite free now. If Mr. Liu is interested, he can go to Longgang. Now he is the principal of Longgang No. 1 Middle School."

“…”

Liu Yan was confused. This young man named Wang is really a charlatan?

Why do you look like a stupid person?

Wang Jiao didn't care and said with a smile: "If Mr. Liu really wants to become a disciple, he must hurry up. Mr. Liu doesn't know what kind of compulsory education movement in Beicang Province recently, and then he will kill Longgang and establish a county public opinion. In short, they are all talking about changing something. Then my husband might be the director of the Education Bureau in a while."

“…”

Seeing Wang Jiao showing off his background, Liu Yan looked down on this kid at that time, but it doesn't matter. No matter how low he looks down on him, what he needs is not the kid's intelligence, but the relationship and the way.

Especially this kid looks stupid when he reads, it's better, but it's easier to put his preferences.

"I think if Mr. Qian San will continue to do his job in taxation. With Mr. Qian's ability, it is natural to take charge of the taxation in Beicang Province."

"Ah? My husband didn't plan to touch the tax again."

"Um?!"

Liu Yan was shocked suddenly, "The heroes of the South China Sea, Qian Sanye is the best. This tax matter is related to our Tang Dynasty. How can we entrust our country and country? "

"Not a mediocre person."

Wang Jiao, who looked confused, pretended to hesitate and wanted to speak but stopped, which made Liu Yan itchy, thinking that there must be some root of this.

So Liu Yan laughed: "Since the head-shaped man is not convenient to say, it is better not to say it. It is better to have fun first and be happy."

After saying that, Liu Yan snapped his fingers and saw Dadaño coming over with a nervous look on his face, nodding and bowing, holding the tray, which was full of crystal chips.

One of these chips means one thousand yuan.

A stack of chips, and you will know that there are dozens of them after a little look.

Throwing tens of thousands of dollars at will, Liu Yan's temperament in discharging wealth is very similar to Lu Guimeng.

Because of the thought of prostitution, Wang Jiao looked down on Liu Yan in his heart: Tsk, a local bully, a poor man, I only spent tens of thousands of yuan. Damn, the prostitution, the old man, spreading coins for hundreds of thousands of yuan in "Qianjin Yixiaolou"? Why don't you pretend to be generous and cheap?

My mother was criticized in her heart and smiled on her face.

Wang Jiao smiled and rubbed his nose with his fingers: "Liu, Mr. Liu, this...is not very good."

"Hey, the first time I came to the 'Venetian', I am a distinguished guest. How can I make the distinguished guest spend money? I, Liu Yan, treat you today, and I hope the charity will appreciate my face."

"Then... that's so embarrassing."

Liu Yan was so angry that he thought to himself that he was flirting with this little bit of furry that was attracted by Qian Sanye? He was so lucky that he got married to the woman from the Xiao family. No wonder he married the woman from the Xiao family, and the poor guys were defeated.

"This is all my wish, I hope the boss must not refuse."

"Then...I'll... accept it?"

"Please accept it!"

"Hehe, thank you, thank you Mr. Liu."

Wang Jiao looked like a dog who had never seen the world before, and his fingers "can't help but brushed over the crystal chips" and murmured, "This is 30,000 or 40,000!"

"Prince Wang, 50,000, 50,000."

"I'm holding it! Fifty thousand!"

The shocked expression made Dadaño feel that this guy was really not very good at level. There was definitely something wrong with the information above. It was indeed a small place in the South China Sea, and how could a big shot appear in the territory of Beicang Province?

"Then...Mr. Liu, I'll go now..."

Wang Jiao's eagerness to try made Liu Yan laugh even more. Such people who can't move their legs and butts when they enter the casino will sooner or later be a flop.

"Please be sure to have fun!"

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, thank you."

As he said that, Wang Jiao shouted, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hold the chips for me?"

The two guards remained silent, took the chips from Dadadano, and followed Wang Jiao.

There are many gambling tools here, but some of the popular ones are just cards and bias wheels. There are too many people in the roulette, and Wang Jiao is too lazy to go over. The main reason is that the perfume smell on the vulgar powder is too strong, which he doesn't like.

I found a card table to sit down, ordered a glass of wine, and the guards on the side quickly reminded me: "Son-in-law, go out and don't touch the water."

"I'll just take a look."

After waved, the crystal cup delivered by the waiter had already poured the wine.

The wines of the Emperor Tang Dynasty are all sweet in color.

The unsweet wines are mainly re-exported in the Syrian province. The people there are so good at this. Similar to the huge bride gift received from the Black Sea when the Duke of Alsace married his daughter, it was 80,000 bottles of unsweet wine.

“It seems that there are no people here.”

Wang Jiao sat there for a while, but he didn't see anyone coming to play cards.

"If you want to play cards, you can go to the third floor, which is more peaceful."

"oh?"

When the spirit came, Wang Jiao held the wine glass and followed the waiter to the third floor with a swagger.

At this time, Liu Yan, who was in the hall on the second floor, slowly took out a cigarette box, opened it, took a cigarette and held it in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Jiao's back, and then said, "Fugui, how about this guy?"

Dadaño bowed and replied, "Master, he is like a very ordinary country boy."

“It’s specific.”

"He probably hasn't seen a place like the 'Venetian'..."

If there is more, there is no need to say anything.

A country bumpkin, how could I see a high-end entertainment club?

I thought that everywhere was the same as the hair washing room at the village entrance.

With a slight smile, Liu Yan took out a kerosene lighter and lit the cigarette on his mouth. When the cigarette butts were cleared, he said, "Go and arrange it."

“Yes, master.”

Dadaánho bowed and left, and he was actually a little confused, because this "country boy" actually respected him quite well.

This is rare.

He has seen too many villains who are successful, and they are also the rich and powerful of the lower class, which will trample on their past more intensely. And the lowly people like him who are in the "Venetian" are a reflection of the "lowly" past.

Those high-ranking officials, holding golden cups for generations, were used to drinking blood, and always needed white silk to wipe the traces at the corners of their mouths.

Decent, before and after eating.
To be continued...