Jia Liu didn't look at the rich man with his eyes on him.

Squinting.

We can't blame him for being rude as a brother, he is really angry.

If the old rich man was dead, he would have lived.

Scolding.

This Manchu old man is just a girl!

It's not so good!

Without him, Jia Liu, you can be what you are today!

If you don’t act like a corrupt official who is hundreds of millions of dollars a month, why are you going to make trouble with me?

I really think that the Qing Dynasty belongs to you, Zhang Jia, has nothing to do with people who love Xin Jueluo?

Jia Liu became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He picked up the bowl and sucked the remaining half of the noodles into his mouth. With a stirring of his tongue, he entered his stomach.

Jia Jia said that he was good at verbal skills in Beijing, but no one dared to be the first.

Zhang Jia, the old rich man, was born from Jia Liu, the Han army, who held the flag and crowned the name Jia, but was authentic Lao Man, who was more than Aisin Gioro than Jurchen.

Agui is also Zhang Jia. The old man who is the generation who is probably able to talk to the old rich, but who knows that these two chapters are incompatible, which is a strange thing.

Indirectly, the struggle for power must be ignored by relatives.

Therefore, Jia Liu no longer intends to treat Lao Fu as Lao Tiantian anymore.

From now on, if you should call your sister-in-law, you should call your sister-in-law.

You walk on your single-plank bridge, I walk on my sunny avenue.

Clay man has three parts of his sex.

The Japanese Lion was so sarcastic that he was a brother, and the old rich could no longer hold back his anger that had been suppressed for a long time. However, just when his fists were already in power, Jia Lion said something to him.

"Fu Zhongtang, it's useless to beat me up. If you have the ability to go to Bolan. Go to the alley and see if the guards listen to you, Zhang Jia, or Jia Jia!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of guards led by Demu, Ruilin, Liu Heyi, Li Mi and others walked out of the entrance of the Hutong.

It happened to be the right one, almost just hang up the phone.

More than thirty generals of the military guards were all sharp helmets and bright armor, and everyone held watermelon swords and baseball bats in their hands, as if they were back from the war.

When he arrived at the noodle stall, without giving instructions, Qi Zhi knelt down on one knee and shouted: "See the President!"

The formation is very big and the power is very strong.

Jia Liu sat upright and raised his hand: "Why don't you meet Fuzhongtang?"

When the generals heard the sound, they hurriedly raised their heads and turned toward the old rich man, shouting: "See Lord Zhongtang!"

The old rich man was so depressed that he knew that it was for the Japanese Liu Yaoren to show him, but he still forced himself to calm down and said in a silence: "No gift, get up."

"Sir Xie Zhongtang!"

The generals stood up in one move, and then surrounded the stall, staring at the old rich man's face one by one.

Lao Fu was under great pressure. Although his guard was on the side, he obviously would not turn against him.

"There is no war in the capital, so why do you need to wear armor? You'll be removed."

This is to lighten the atmosphere on the scene.

Transfer possible criminal cases into civil disputes.

Otherwise, the boy Guizi Liu waved his hand and the guards with the Ming armored helmets rushed towards him, but he couldn't stand it.

But what made Lao Fu embarrassed was that no one listened to his words to remove his armor.

It is Jia Liu who stays still, and all the generals who stay still.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

After a while, Jia Liu smiled softly, thinking that Lao Fu must have never watched a TV series with the plot of Nian Gengyao taking off his armor.

Unfortunately, he is not Nian Gengyao, and Lao Fu is not Zhao Si.

He waved his hand calmly at the generals: "Since the Lord Zhongtang asked you to remove your armor, then remove it."

"Yeah!"

When the generals heard the order, they immediately removed their armor.

The movements are neat and orderly, just like rehearsing in advance.

It turned out that Lao Fu was green and white, and his silver teeth almost smacked and swallowed the stomach with blood.

"You're not doing this here, all of you will step down."

Now it is not the time to turn against the old rich, and Jia Liu doesn't want to make a breakup. He tells the old rich that Sijiu City is still wearing a dragon. It's not that you can cover the sky with just one hand.

"Yeah!"

The generals responded with a loud bang, and all bowed and disappeared into the night.

None of them looked at Fu Zhongtang when they left.

The scene returned to silence.

Jia Liu said with a slut: "How about the soldiers I lead in Fu Zhongtang?"

The old rich man couldn't help it, felt greatly humiliated, and asked angrily: "Jia Shikai, you are a minister of the Qing Dynasty. Look at how you are now domineering! Do you still have the Qing Dynasty in your eyes? The guard camp is the soldiers of the court, not the soldiers of your Jia family. If you act like this, you will not be afraid of using swords and axes in the future!"

"Master Zhongtang is so anxious. It is said that the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach. Master Zhongtang is the foreman of the military aircraft, so he will not lose his composure like this, right?"

Jia Liu smiled and changed the subject, "After that's right, the arrogant and domineering person is supposed to be the Lord Zhongtang? If you want to die, the Lord Zhongtang will die first. It's not Shikai's turn to walk in front of Lord Zhongtang."

The old rich man said that these words were stuck.

Thinking of what he did to Qianlong, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, his aura became much weaker, and he whispered: "Why do you and my brothers have to get to this point? We agreed at the beginning."

"Lord Zhongtang really thinks I am a brother?"

Jia Liu snorted slightly, and the old rich man asked with a thrust face.

After hesitating for a long time, the old rich finally bowed his head.

A little bit of helplessness will cause trouble. His confidant soldiers are still on the way, so there is no need to force this kid to Liangshan.

If you drive people to Baoding after the New Year, it will not be a matter of imperial edict.

There is no need to take risks.

Then he squeezed out a smile: "It's because of my brother. You should quickly withdraw your troops. Whatever you want to do in the future will be yours? Will you succeed?"

Jia Liu stared at the old rich man's face seriously, a little disappointed.

Because he didn't see any sincerity in the eyes of the old rich.

"This is the last time I believe you, otherwise, you know that I am a brother, so don't blame my relatives for not recognizing you."

A tough tone and a bad attitude.

Old rich man is also a shameful person. He has given up and given up. This boy, the sixth boy, still stimulated him so much. He didn't give him any steps. He couldn't help but curse: "You can only have more than ten thousand soldiers at most. Could it be that you can subvert the Qing Dynasty and the country!"

"My little military force cannot subvert the country, but it can make you, the master of the central hall, feel uneasy, like a stunning person, not eating well or sleeping sweetly."

Jia Liu grinned: "Don't talk about anything or not, I'll ask you if you agree or not! If you don't agree, you will not send him off if you walk slowly!"

While speaking, he patted his butt and stood up, and ordered Shuanzhu: "Call the people from the Censorate. Today, he found that the prostitutes and officials in the prostitutes, regardless of their grade or size, and the flags and men, would be transferred to the Censorate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Fu got up and grabbed his sleeve: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, good brother, good six son, can I be convinced by my brother?"

"I'm really convinced?"

"I'm convinced."

Lao Fu gritted his teeth and replied.

A scholar who meets a soldier is probably more reasonable than this scene.

It's just like a rogue.

"I don't care whether you are real or fake, but I tell you that if you want to do something wrong with me and cut off my financial path, I will ask you to apologize to Agui!"

After giving the ultimatum, Jia Liu was too lazy to see the old rich face, and he didn't want to know what the old guy was thinking. He ordered the team to withdraw the team and handed over the aftermath to Shuan Zhu, and went home to sleep directly.

As soon as I entered the house, my eyes were dazed.

Which one is sitting under the old locust tree?

Dalin?!

"Sir, I will send you safely to Mr. Xiong and his son!"

Wu Lao Er, who was walking with a cerebral thrombosis, happily hugged a little bear. Just as he was about to hand over Master Xiong to Lord Jia, Lord Xiong under the old locust tree jumped up from the ground and twisted his fat body and rushed towards the door happily.

Then, Lord Jia said "Ao" and was knocked straight to the door panel by Lord Xiong. Before he could stand up, Lord Xiong stretched out his big slap and rolled back and forth on the ground.
Chapter completed!