"This is Biluochun..."

"This is Lao Junmei..."

"This is West Lake Longjing..."

"This is Junshan Silver Needle..."

The tea art girls wearing blue and white porcelain cheongsam were a little nervous.

When they introduced Zhang Yong, their voices were trembling.

Suddenly, they were called near the Zhuyuan. No one knew what their fate would be.

After all, the rumors outside are very scary.

It was said to be gunfire from Zhuyuan, which rang out all night long. I don't know if everyone inside was dead.

Zhuyuan is a theater. Since it is a theater, there are all walks of life in the theater. It is closely connected with the outside world. Now, these connections have all been severed. Naturally, this will lead to all kinds of rumors.

Many people tried to run to the vicinity of Zhuyuan to find their relatives, but were stopped. The answer they received was that it was controlled by gangsters. The situation was unknown. There may have been heavy casualties. Please be mentally prepared...

It made people even more panicked.

For a time, the rumor that there was a gangster in Zhuyuan spread like wildfire.

No one can defend it, because at this moment, the theater is completely surrounded. No one can even think of getting out.

There are snipers all around.

That's right. It's a sniper. This title was popularized by Zhang Yong.

Other things have limitations of the times. He can't do it. But it is still possible to promote the concept of snipers.

Work in pairs.

One person is responsible for observation and one person is responsible for shooting.

Observers are equipped with telescopes. They can spot targets more clearly at longer distances.

Where did the telescope come from? Zhang Yong gave it to me.

Where did Zhang Yong get the telescope? The portable space is generated from time to time.

Occasionally, some special items will appear in the portable space, such as binoculars, amoxicillin, etc. But there are no weapons.

Perhaps the system feels that in this era, the most indispensable thing is weapons.

Maybe there is insufficient energy.

In fact, China at this moment is indeed full of weapons.

If you want to form a large army, you definitely don't have it. If you want heavy weapons, you don't have it. But if you get some basic firearms that can be used by dozens of people, that's no problem at all. You can do it simply by capturing them in battle.

For example, Zhang Yong got a lot of Ying 77 rifles.

Facts have proved that within two hundred meters, the accuracy of all standard rifles is almost the same.

Inaccuracy is definitely not a problem with the gun. It is a problem with people.

Whether it's Mauser, Mosin Nagant, 38 Daqi, Ying 77, or the standard rifle of other small countries, as long as it is produced by an industrial country and has guaranteed quality, it will definitely be within 200 meters.

Where to fight? Don’t bring a virtual one.

Since the people inside could not get out, Zhang Yong began to learn how to taste tea.

Cultivate your character.

Li Boqi shouted. Li Boqi criticized Zhang Yong for being more manic recently.

He would always come to blows with the Japanese military police.

Although it was a great victory, it could easily lead to the situation getting out of control.

What if the Japanese garrison launches a full-scale attack?

The risk is high.

Zhang Yong can do things regardless of the consequences, but Li Boqi cannot.

It is necessary to rein in Zhang Yong’s reins.

Well, that's exactly what I said. Let him keep a low profile. Let him exercise his power. Let him keep his emotions and anger intangible. Let him keep his expression unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain. And he must control his lust. Blah blah blah.

Of course, Zhang Yong nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would definitely comply with the instructions.

Then……

In the left ear, out in the right ear.

Regarding other people's requests, he always listens to those who are willing to listen and refuses to listen to those who are unwilling to listen.

If you want to do something, do it. If you don't want to do something, don't do it.

The wings are hard, hehe.

Of course, if the other party's background is too big and you can't handle it, then you have to do it even if you don't want to.

This is called accepting humbly and refusing to repent.

But I have nothing to do at the moment, or maybe I don’t want to do anything, so I drink tea.

Special people were sent to invite all the most famous tea art girls from Tianjin Wei. Not just one, but a group of more than a dozen.

The main theme is a person who is shameless, arrogant and extravagant, rich and willful.

Others have nothing to do today, just hanging out and listening to music. I don't have that kind of destiny, so I have no choice but to be artful.

What about Biluochun, what about Laojunmei, when it comes to him, it's just like chewing peonies and squandering natural resources. So much high-quality and good tea is wasted.

Judging by the expressions on those tea art girls, one can tell that people like him are not very popular.

For the sake of money, they reluctantly accompanied him with a smile and explained to him in detail.

Of course, fear of guns is also an important reason.

Zhang Yong was wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a pistol on his waist. He made no secret of it.

The tea art girls were all very nervous. They were afraid of making Zhang Yong unhappy and being shot to death.

Then it was dragged away. Then there was no more.

Fortunately not.

Zhang Yong also rewarded each of them ten oceans to reassure them.

Have money and be willful.

You want to scare others, and you want to reward others to please them.

Bad taste.

It makes no sense at all.

but……

Guests are coming soon.

Zhuyuan has been surrounded for more than ten hours, and I believe the people inside have almost finished their discussions.

There must be a plan for how to get out of trouble.

Zhang Yong doesn't care what the other party negotiates in the dark. He only has one charter. If you want to come out alive, you must come to me. It's useless to look for anyone else.

Even if he came out sideways, Zhang Yong had to agree. Otherwise, the body would be beaten into pulp.

That's right. It's so arrogant. It's so rough.

I have the final say on my territory. Unless you can kill me!

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone rings.

Zhang Yong did not pick up the phone immediately. Instead, he slowly picked up a cup of tea.

Huh? Is it Biluochun? Or Laojunmei?

Sorry. I still can’t tell. Judging from the color, it could be Pu’er?

Haha. Forget it. I can’t tell the best.

Take a bite.

Put down the tea cup.

Then pick up the phone.

"Zhang Yong, don't bully others too much!" came an angry voice from the phone.

Oh, it's Mokawa Hide. He was the second one to call.

So restless!
To be continued...