The best ambiguous master

Yuzhuxuan, sitting in the living room, Zhao Xiaohan lit a cigarette casually, he looked good, with a faint smile on his face, yes, he was in a good mood today, although in the morning, Shen Bing's departure affected his mood a little bit, but when he heard that nearly 100 people were killed and injured in Jinlong Villa last night, and even the gate was blown up by Ah Gou's men, his mood immediately improved.

"Last night, Zhao Xiaolong had a total of one hundred and three places where accidents occurred. Among them, ten places were taken by us. We have arranged for three hundred brothers to guard the ten places respectively and take care of security issues." On the side, Agou slowly reported the results of last night. Listening to Agou's report, Zhao Xiaohan nodded with a light smile. Mr. An should be satisfied with such a result, right?

"Not bad, how about our casualties?"

"Eighteen people were injured and are currently in the hospital. No one has died."

"Very good." Zhao Xiaohan nodded with satisfaction: "You can arrange it in the afternoon. Each injured brother will be subsidized 10 yuan as nutrition expenses. In addition, all brothers who participated in this event will be reissued each 5000 yuan, as a benefit for this operation."

"Okay." Agou nodded: "Brother Han, do we have any action tonight?"

"No." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head lightly: "For the time being, stabilize the ten venues first, so as to ensure that they will not be snatched away again. After a few days, there will be another operation. You let the brothers rest and recuperate well. Immediately, it is time for them to show their fists."

"Okay." Agou said very little, just said yes lightly, but from his eyes, he could see the eager expectation. Hearing what Agou said, Zhao Xiaohan smiled slightly, took a puff of cigarette, and continued to speak Said: "After a while, we should take back what belongs to us, and those sites that were robbed by Zhao Xiaolong will also be taken back. From now on, Zhao Xiaolong and I, in Yanjing, can only Someone has the final say."

"Brother Han, do we really want to go to war with Xiaolong?" At the beginning, Ah Gou still admired Zhao Xiaolong very much. In his eyes, Zhao Xiaolong was a very capable person, but he never thought that things would progress At this point, Zhao Xiaolong betrayed him.

"Yes." Zhao Xiaohan nodded lightly: "Some things can't be tolerated anymore, if I endure it any longer, maybe I'm hurting him."

When he said this sentence, Zhao Xiaohan remembered the sentence that Mr. An said, if Zhao Xiaolong still doesn't know how to repent, then the Security Bureau will blacklist him.Once the three words Zhao Xiaolong really became the blacklist of the Security Bureau, then Huaxia would no longer have a place for him.

Leaving Yuzhuxuan, Zhao Xiaohan rode a bicycle on the road, wandering boredly, with a small white earphone in his ear, and a small mp3 in his pocket, yes, it was the most popular a few years ago, but now it is gone The eliminated product, MP3, was still very popular when I was in junior high school. Unfortunately, the emergence of smart phones later replaced its existence, and MP3 was gradually ignored by people.

However, for a person without a smart phone, the only way to experience the feeling of riding a bicycle, listening to music, and being a windy boy is to buy an MP3 player. With a wry smile, after what happened to the sniper last night, he finally realized that he was really far behind in certain areas.

Ye Luzi, Kong has brute strength, but no skill, and Kong has superhuman speed, but he can't use it. From the beginning to the end, since he possessed superpowers, he has comprehended all the way by himself. Those who came over, sometimes, with the guidance of a famous teacher, it really gets twice the result with half the effort.

There is no master, no talent, although there is a saying that the master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual, but if there is no master's guidance, you can't even walk in the door, how can you practice?Today's Zhao Xiaohan is in such a situation. Relying on Yeluzi and superpowers, although he can perform very well in many cases, compared with those masters guided by famous masters, he is still more than 01:30 points behind.

For example, the gap between him and Han Fei was like this.

The gap between a person who has received orthodox training and a person with a wild way is more than 01:30. Some things cannot be made up by relying on talent. He vaguely remembers that Han Fei was a professional killer back then, and He only relied on superpowers to change his physique. Whether it was in terms of skills or techniques, even the current him was still no match for Han Fei.

Half an hour later, when the car stopped at the gate of the Sun's compound, Zhao Xiaohan got up and walked in. At this time, the Sun's house was already decorated with lights and festoons, and it looked lively. People were busy , all of them looked joyful, yes, the day after tomorrow, it was his wedding with Sun Ruoxi, but he didn't seem to be prepared at all.From the beginning to the end, during this period of time, the Sun family has been organizing the entire wedding. It seems that this wedding has nothing to do with Zhao Xiaohan, but he has become the most leisurely person.

Well, it seems that he and Sun Ruoxi took the wedding photos, he hasn't seen the final draft, right?Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaohan lit a cigarette, with a wry smile on his face, he seemed to have really become an audience, and when everyone else made arrangements, he only needed to shoot a wedding scene like a movie. OK.

"Uncle is here."

"Hello Mr. Zhao!"

"Hello Brother Han!"

"Hello, Young Master Han!"

Everyone shouted anything, but they were unified. Everyone who saw Zhao Xiaohan showed a bright smile on their faces. Hearing their names, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and nodded one by one. He really didn't mean it today. Those who came here, in the yard, everyone was wearing red clothes, looking extremely festive, it seemed that he was the only one dressed casually, and, it seemed, he came here on a bicycle.

In the living room, Sun Ruoxi was not there. It seemed that only Sun Xiangtian was directing the decoration and arrangement of the living room. As for Old Sun, it seemed that he should be in the study at this time. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan walking in, he was still Sun Xiangtian, who was commanding in full swing, turned his head, glanced at Zhao Xiaohan, snorted, turned around and walked out of the living room.

Seeing Sun Xiangtian's attitude towards him, Zhao Xiaohan touched his nose, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The living room was still decorated with lights and festoons, and the most dazzling place had been replaced with a huge photo of Zhao Xiaohan and Sun Ruoxi, About one meter high and half a meter wide, it looks like two real people standing there, looking at the self in the photo, Zhao Xiaohan coughed, why does the self in the photo look taller than the current self? Want to be handsome?

Is it because I am getting uglier, or is it that the staff in the photo studio are too clever?Well, it must be that the employees in the photo studio are too clever. These days, only the mobile phone has a Meitu Xiuxiu, or a PS photo software. Almost all women can be beautiful. Don’t you see, Sister Feng’s photos , after being processed by software, she will also become a peerless beauty.

He remembered a long time ago, and saw a joke on the Internet, about a buddy chatting with a woman on the Internet, and the two of them were talking about each other, and they almost reached the point of talking about marriage. Of course, during the chat, the two of them sent each other their own photos. As a result, they immediately fell in love with each other. The photos of the two of them, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, are simply a match made in heaven.So, the two discussed which day they would meet and which cafe they would meet.However, before meeting, the man said that he was not good at words, and the woman said that she didn't like to show her eyebrows, which was her only flaw. Therefore, the two hit it off immediately, and they agreed to meet each other.

A few days later, in a cafe, the two met each other, but when the woman saw the man, she almost took a picture of the table. How could the man in front of him be so handsome in the photo?However, she endured it, but then, when the two chatted, only the woman spoke from the beginning to the end, and the man did not say a word. At first, she thought that the man was really not good at words, but later, she realized that, The man in front of him is a mute...

Not good at words, that is, unable to speak, but when the woman took off her sunglasses, the man almost turned around and left, why?The woman said that she didn't like showing her eyebrows. At first he thought it was just a little flaw, but the moment he saw the woman, he finally understood that it was more than a little flaw?It's almost like there are no eyebrows at all except blemishes, okay?

A black mole that almost occupied the eyebrow, a horizontally long scar, two eyebrows, a mole on one side and a scar on the other, other than that, there was no trace of the eyebrows at all, so the two of them were inseparable. They parted happily, and when they got home, they blocked each other without saying a word. From then on, the two of them never believed in the love on the Internet, and the photos on the Internet. Reality is like Sister Feng, photos have always been the most deceptive thing, especially, people today have already grasped the essence of the so-called PS, the existence of Meitu Xiuxiu has given them a confidence. fundamental.

"Xiaohan, are you here?" Just when Zhao Xiaohan made this joke and couldn't help but smile, suddenly, Sun Lao's voice sounded in his ears, looking around, Sun Lao was wearing A pair of reading glasses, holding a book in his hand, sitting in the study, just like those modern scholars, can't tell at all, decades ago, this old man, in Yanjing City, also called the wind and rain, all-powerful People, and sometimes, time, can really change a person.