Kung Fu Soldier King

"You shit! Fuck! You immortal board..."

In the red rose club, Huang Xitai roared like thunder, venting madly towards Ichiro Inoue and tengjiro.

They bowed their heads and kept silent. This defeat was directly related to their interests. At the bottom of their hearts, everyone was unhappy.

But there was no way. Losing was losing. No one expected that Xiao Yan was so powerful that he could even fight the boat more Qianliang.

After Huang Xitai smashed almost everything in the office, Ichiro Inoue came forward and asked, "boss, what should we do next?"

"Let him roll up his clothes and go back to Japan. I don't want to see you again." Huang Xitai kicked his desk heavily before his anger disappeared.

But he your desk is made of solid wood. If this foot goes down, the table will be fine, and his legs will not work.

The pain made him sweat and couldn't stand steadily. ZHENG Ke hurried to help him.

Ichiro Inoue also said that ZHENG Ke had winked at them constantly. The latter was stunned, understood and hurried out with tengjiro.

When Huang Xitai gradually calmed down in the boss's chair, ZHENG Ke said, "boss, victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers. Xiao Yan's lucky victory has not touched our foundation. Why should we be afraid of him?"

"I'm not afraid of him. I just want to follow the agreement. After the people in the dojo withdraw, our strength in Nancheng will be weakened a lot. I'm afraid Xiao Yan will take advantage of it." Huang Xitai rubbed his head painfully.

ZHENG Ke smiled and whispered, "boss, don't worry. I've prepared for the worst these days and thought of a way for you."

"Say!" Huang Xitai's eyes brightened.

"What Xiao Yan wants to drive away is karate, not Japanese. We just need to change tengkou Daochang into tengkou security company and still do the business in the past. If Xiao Yan is not willing, we will send tengjiro back to Japan, which is simple and effective." ZHENG Ke said with a smile.

"Good is good, but without karate, our more than a dozen core martial arts schools in Jinling will be scattered. The results of years of hard work will be gone." Huang Xitai sighed, which is the worst policy.

ZHENG Ke comforted: "experts can be hired as security coaches at a high salary. Those with poor strength also have more mouths to eat in China."

"That's right, but the security company can accommodate so many people at once. Without the income of the martial arts school, the company is afraid to eat its old capital." the little Japanese are hired with high salaries, and this fund can't be underestimated.

In the past dozens of martial arts schools, tengkou Daochang was the core. Too many students didn't need money. Many people spent a lot of money to buy a gangster.

In addition to the martial arts schools, you can also use these martial arts schools to toss antiques, drugs, smuggled goods, money laundering and so on. But if you are not a security company, many will not be convenient.

One word - heavy loss!

ZHENG Ke thought for a moment and said, "master Mai's lobby is intact. It's just that he has been dormant because of too much supervision. It's better to let the newly established security company protect the goods, so as to make the best use of everything."

In the past, meccatan had a good harvest next time in a few months. The Tangkou under his hand was only next time a month or so.

There is indeed a reason for the shortage of manpower. After all, those who do this industry should have technical work, and they should be carefully selected to ensure a certain elite.

ZHENG Ke's proposal gave Huang Xitai an idea.

The strength of these small Japanese is really good. If they are allowed to guarantee the goods, they can go several more times a month. Moreover, many times before I met a big tomb, I gave up because of insufficient manpower. This time, I can consider it.

"I know what the boss is worried about. Those little Japanese are used to living a good life. They can't stand the hardship. In fact, they don't. their idea is to come to China to earn enough money and enjoy it in Japan. As long as we pay enough Commission and let Ichiro Inoue play a side drum, it will be a chapter..." ZHENG Ke's idea is quite humane.

But Huang Xitai sneered and said, "it doesn't matter. It's a big deal. I borrowed a gang of gunmen from my uncle. Whoever doesn't work hard for me will be killed as an example."

"The boss is clever. What's the name again? Yes, it's called kung fu again. One shot down." ZHENG Ke flattered without leaving a trace.

Huang Xitai nodded secretly and thought carefully. ZHENG Ke's proposal was also good.

In the name of security guards, you can hide people's eyes and ears, so that the antique shop that has stopped for a long time can operate again.

Now there is cooperation between Southern Jiangsu and the smuggling side, and the antique shop is integrated with tengkou Daochang. In this way, his business is formal again.

Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, there are policies at the top and Countermeasures at the bottom. After all, you are still too young and inexperienced. I still play with you all the time.

Xiao Yan, who was talked about by Huang Xitai, is still lying in the hospital and receiving comprehensive treatment.

He was so badly hurt that he didn't wake up for several days after he was unconscious again, which frightened many people.

Wave after wave of people came to see him through the observation window, but they were all close to Xiao Yan.

Therefore, the rumor that Xiao Yan fell down again did not spread, and Jinling was calm on the surface.

He appeared strongly, beat down the six section experts of the black belt with fast fist, shocked Jinling and became famous in China.

The curfews in Jinling were shocked and awed by him. Some lamented for several days, and finally went to other places with their families, while others simply washed their hands in a golden basin.

Relying on the power of one person, you can live in one place. The name of Xiao Yan, the God of fire, spread like wildfire. The godfather of Jinling is worthy of the name.

However, some people do not believe in evil and dare to commit crimes against the wind. Maijiatengmai, the boss of Nancheng antique shop, is one of them.