"call……"

Zhang Meng put the brush on the inkstone, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and moved his stiff wrist slightly.

It's already late at night.

It was drizzling outside the lobby.

The spacious Aobabu lobby is particularly quiet...

Zhang Meng stared at the black and white words in front of An Jing in a daze, and a sense of unreal surprise surged in his heart for no reason.

Time flies, it's really fast.

I can even write a good handwriting myself.

Think about it.

This word is because it knows itself, but it doesn’t know it!

How many years ago did you come?

Four years?

Or five years?

Zhang Meng was actually a little blurred. He counted it several times before counting it clearly. It was already six years ago...

That year.

He is just a city gang leader.

He has a dozen people under his command, a street.

If you can earn two or three taels of silver in a month, you will be taken care of by the God of Wealth.

What about now?

Eight counties.

The monthly salary of more than 100,000 people.

There are at least 400,000 taels of silver flowing from him every month...

Go out to do business.

Hundreds of people were shouting and huddling.

Even the county magistrates, county magistrates, county magistrates and county magistrates should be treated with courtesy and divided into guests of honor.

An easy gang leader?

He doesn't even have the qualifications to stand in front of him and say something.

The days now.

I was the one I used to be back then, could I even dream?

Zhang Meng thought about it for a long time, and suddenly felt that the most right thing in his life was to bring a few boxes of tea into the gate of Zhang's family in Wutong that year...

As the saying goes, only by raising children can you know your parents’ kindness.

The same is true for being in the world.

Only when you are above you will know the righteousness of your elder brother!

Zhang Meng recalled it carefully for a while and found that the old men who followed him were still alive now seemed to have been sent away by himself and were scrambling to death.

It’s not that they are not loyal enough.

But just being loyal is useless!

You still have to be able to do it!

Now he is in charge of all the businesses of the Peking League.

What's the use of those who can't even manage a restaurant well?

He never thought that this was so wrong.

But when I think about it carefully, I suddenly realized that I should not be a very capable person to the leader, right?

If there are geniuses in this world who do business.

Wu Qianyuan may be.

He Zhang Meng, definitely not.

He can have the status and ability he is today.

It seems that the leader is giving him a chance...

Not just him.

Including old men such as Mule, Sun Sier, and Niu Shisan.

For today's Peking League, is it really a dish?

With such a high monthly salary.

All resources for practicing martial arts are obtained.

I'm still not even in the air...

They can sit firmly in the high position in the Peking League, and even make mistakes, and they will always make loud noises and raindrops.

It’s not that the leader is still thinking about the friendship of the past, constantly supporting and giving opportunities.

Have been in trouble for so many years.

He spoke beautifully.

Zhang Meng saw too many things.

They are characters, and they always like to keep brotherhood and friendship on their lips.

Those words of convincing faces.

Sometimes Zhang Meng is suspicious. If he says too much lies, does he even believe them?

And the leader...

Zhang Meng thought about it carefully and found that after following the leader for so many years, he had never heard of any brotherhood or tyranny.

But he is more beautiful than anyone else!

"Bangbangbang."

"It's the third update!"

Zhang Meng came to his senses and rubbed his cheeks hard to make himself more awake.

"Come!"

He shouted loudly, lowered his head and folded the freshly written white paper, put it into an envelope, and sealed it with hot paint.

Someone came in.

Zhang Meng said without raising his head: "Send a quick horse to Tai'an Prefecture of Fenglang County immediately, and hand over this letter to Fu Hongzhuo, the Minister of the Qingye Department of Fenglang Branch, and told him that it would be better to rob the family and bully the market.

Well, in short, before the beginning of winter, I will send me three thousand stones of food. As much as I lack, I will cut off him!"

"This is my sister-in-law who doesn't let you go to bed. She's so angry!"

The person who came did not accept the order and even joked with a smile.

Zhang Meng frowned and looked up, and saw the mule standing in front of the desk with a smile, holding a food box in his hand.

He snorted and said softly, "Why, are you done? Come and enjoy me?"

"Don't be ungrateful to you, Zhang Da teapot!"

The mule lit up the food box in his hand, "This is the braised beef cattle that the young mother sent to me specially. I saw that the light was still on in your hall, so I kindly took it over and shared it with you.

If you say something else, I will turn around and leave if you believe it or not!”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Meng quickly got up and reached to his body, snatched the food box from him: "Take it here!"

Open the food box.

There is meat.

And warm wine.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng couldn't help but complain, "Sister-in-law is really biased. Why? You mule is doing things for Mr. Chu, and I, Zhang Meng, are making money for my own family?"

The mule smiled happily and said, "Why are young mom biased? You don't know what you think?"

Brothers for so many years, Zhang Meng would not let this joke be at all, "Even beef can't block your stinky mouth!"

He called his subordinates outside the hall, took the table and chairs, and sat opposite the mule in the hall.

"Sharp..."

Zhang Meng picked up a chopstick of beef, then picked up the wine cup and took a sip, and exclaimed: "Satisfaction, this skill is Xia Tao's sister-in-law, right?"
To be continued...