The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

1963 years.

On the eve of China-France diplomatic relations.

Order will sound the death knell of the dark world and start the last carnival.

……

A Boeing 707-300 passenger plane approaches Orly Airport from the northwest.

When it swooped over Chinatown, the giant fuselage was reflected on the ground from the top of the tallest building. It was still hundreds of meters high, but the residents below seemed to be within reach. The roaring sound of the engine made people couldn't help but lift their heads. Head looked over.

This is a microcosm of an era, and it seems to have become a habit for the long-term residents of District 13.

This passenger plane was different from the past. It usually flew a little southwest, almost out of the 13th arrondissement. It was already in the suburbs of the suburbs. It began to lower the landing gear, release the flaps, and prepare for landing.

However, this was not the case today. A passenger plane just circled at low altitude for several times over District 13. It was difficult to see this scene when the weather was clear and there were no complicated meteorological conditions.

If someone stands in front of the porthole and looks inside the plane through the glass, he will find that all the passenger seats in the cabin have been removed, and tables are placed inside, with staff sitting on the tables. In front of the map, write and draw.

From time to time, a pair of big hands picked up the ruler on the table and began to mark straight lines. The people on the other side were holding telescopes through the portholes and observing the buildings in District 13.

As the lines are gathered together, it becomes the future of District 13.

……

Gaul Chinese Business Association.

The senior managers who had just finished the meeting did not expect to be called together again so early in the morning. Some of them did not even have time to eat breakfast. They looked quite embarrassed at this time. It seemed that the bosses were used to comfortable days. It's not easy to get up early in the morning.

Chen Dongzhi, the president of the association, had not yet arrived, and a group of people started chattering.

A few old guys are sitting at the long table. You look at me and I look at you. Looking around, it seems that they don’t know what the reason for calling everyone today is.

"Have you figured out the regulations?"

"No, it can't be that fast. It's only been one night, and my eldest brother didn't say he was in such a hurry yesterday. What about you, what are the terms of trouble...!"

"I have a brain that can kill people, but when I see words my head gets dizzy and my eyes get dizzy. You all know this, and I wanted to wait for you to figure it out and take a look first...!"

The old guys at the table became louder and louder as they talked, as if they were becoming more uneducated and more glorious.

Before the advent of the new era, they were not aware of a series of invisible changes around them. From now on, the quality of one's skills and appearance will no longer be a measure of a person's interests. In the civilized world, martial arts will soon become a way to strengthen the body. technique.

To put it simply, it is a major version update. The profession of rough-skinned and thick-skinned warriors is about to face a serious overhaul. Instead, professions that require brain-eating will become the mainstream in the future, and they will navigate through the loopholes of the law.

These people sitting here will be witnesses to all this, witnessing the glory of an era, and will also personally bring an end to that era.

The younger brothers behind the bosses are completely different. The bosses can be free and easy at the table, but the clerks below are so busy that they have moved their work here. Before Mr. Dong arrives, they continue to write hard and write according to the bosses. explanation, listing the terms of each department of the association one by one.

This scene looks like the parents at the parent-teacher conference after the summer vacation, talking nonsense, while the melancholy teenagers rush to make up for their unfinished homework during the summer vacation, waiting for their fate to be judged.

"Lao Wu, I haven't seen you for several days. Why are you not on the association's list~!"

Looking at the people coming in from the side door, they were putting incense on the shrine of the incense altar. Inside was a statue of the red-faced Guan Gong brought from his hometown. After respectfully offering the incense, a big man howled and raised his voice toward the top. The fragrant Lao Wu asked. “I don’t know~!”

After offering incense, Lao Wu stood aside, his eyes seemed confused, and he seemed to have a unclear vision of his future. After relinquishing his responsibility as the head of the mountain gate, he had been staring at the embassy these days. When he came back, he suddenly found , I have indeed lost my place in the gang.

The mountain gate is gone, the gang is gone, for him, it is the same as the family is gone.

"Look at the president's memory, if you can't come and do it with me, you and Zhao, the God of Wealth, are responsible for half of the Chinatown shop's fees. There is no tea fee now. It's called wages. Yes, we pay wages at work. Mr. Dong I don’t care about you!”

"Hahaha"

Vice President Yuan also watched Lao Wu grow up. Along the way, Lao Wu was still calm and confident in his work. Instead of having no job, he might as well come over to work and be one of his own, so he could use it with peace of mind.

"Who said Lao Wu had nowhere to go?"

Outside the main entrance, Mr. Dong slowly walked into the association's door. With his arrival, the scene instantly became quiet.

The "students" who were doing their homework in the corridor immediately handed their homework books to their bosses to prepare for use in meetings, and then consciously retreated from the side door.

"President~!"

"President~~!"

The big guys who were either sitting or standing just now stood up neatly. They were more confident in holding the booklet. If they didn't get it, or if they got it, the writing on it was messy, and their faces turned dark. Thinking about how to take care of the offspring when I go back.

Mr. Dong slowly walked to his seat and stood there, waving to Lao Wu who was standing aside. When he came hesitantly, he patted his shoulder and walked aside.

The whole place was in an uproar. It was obvious what this meant. The eldest brother was making a wave of thunder in front of the big guy.

Lao Wu looked flattered and at a loss, as if he had not made any mental preparations. It was too sudden. If it weren't for Mr. Dong's determined eyes, he might have been unable to stand, and his feet were soft.

The big guys who were smiling just now suddenly changed their expressions. They looked at Lao Wu, whom he had watched since childhood, being pulled to the position of the president by Mr. Dong. Their eyes were inexplicably focused on Mr. Dong. They are all waiting for Mr. Dong to tell the known answer himself.

Only then did everyone discover a problem. Mr. Dong, his hands were empty today. The faucet stick he usually carried with him was missing today.

"You guys have watched Lao Wu grow up, and I have watched him grow up. He is down-to-earth and loyal. He has guarded the mountain gate for us for ten years and worked hard without complaint. He fought tooth and nail to keep the Italians out of Chinatown~!"

"I'm old, and I wouldn't trust this position to any of you. I can only trust him. We are all uncles, and his temperament is such that he can't do anything like a bird and a bow~!"

Mr. Dong's voice was a little cold and thought-provoking. The big guys who had looked a little flustered just now were looking at Lao Wu quietly at the end of the table. They didn't expect that after so many years, Mr. Dong would actually wash his hands in the golden basin today.

"Mr. Dong, your body can definitely work for another ten years. The gang rules and regulations have just been changed, and everyone has not figured out the way yet. Let's replace him with Lao Wu. We recognize him, but isn't the matter at a critical juncture?"

Vice President Yuan walked out from the chair, walked up to Mr. Dong, patted the back of his hand, and advised him earnestly.

"I'm not dead yet. I will help him organize things and guide him on the road. You can't wait until the day I die. Otherwise, I won't be able to guess what kind of chaos you will create."

Mr. Dong spoke directly. He traced his fingers across two people and suppressed all the words of the big guys. Although the words he said were unpleasant, they were completely spoken openly, expressing their inner feelings. Xiao Jiujiu, everything is spread out in the open.

"You grandfathers and uncles have a lot of brains in doing things, and so does Lao Wu. He is just a little better than you. If you choose someone else, I'm afraid you won't be able to retire safely. Lao Wu, this kid, is at least honest. I won’t bully you~!”

"Look at the planes flying overhead, our era has passed~!" (End of Chapter)