He has driven the kind of 100-ton king that cannot stop for 200 to 300 meters.

But it's no use.

In this era, there are no excavators. There are no 100-ton kings. There are even few trucks.

have a bee in one's bonnet.

"Crash..."

"Crash..."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. There is more and more water on the ground.

Alas, in Shanghai in May, the rain is so dense. Looking up at the sky, it is gray. I don’t know when it will stop raining.

Forget it, continue to rest.

There's nothing urgent anyway. Even if the sky falls, it won't be able to crush him...

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone suddenly came to mind.

Zhang Yong's first reaction was Yang Lichu. It was probably this woman again.

I called the day before yesterday, I called yesterday, I called today, I called every day. When will you come back? I will punish you on the spot...

Planes can't take off and land, so you can still take the train! Take the train back...

Picked up the phone and found out it wasn't.

It was Jia Tengying who called. He said slowly: "Shaolong..."

"Stationmaster Jia, what are your instructions?"

"Shaolong, everyone will encounter setbacks. Don't be discouraged..."

"I'm not discouraged!"

"You seem to have rested for many days..."

"Yes. I'm so tired. I want to take a long vacation."

"you……"

"Whoever accuses me will do it!"

"Shaolong..."

"I'll tell anyone who comes here! Whoever accuses me will do it!"

"Shaolong..."

"Stationmaster Jia, if there is nothing else, I will hang up."

"you……"

Zhang Yong really hung up the phone.

Huh, I'm angry. I won't serve you anymore.

It's idle to tell me all the time. Since you don't like me, I'm going on strike!

From now on, I will only care about the Air Force's own affairs.

Over there, Jia Tengying held the microphone. She shook her head and suddenly smiled again.

Nice. Personal.

This attitude is very good. Just report it directly.

That's what it's all about. Accusing people everywhere, indiscriminately. Then just accuse them. Whoever likes to do these bad things will do it.

Otherwise, everyone will think that our Fuxing Society Secret Service is a fool.

Pick up the phone and call Mao Renfeng.

Report truthfully.

"This young dragon..."

Mao Renfeng muttered.

That’s fine.

Just let Zhang Yong dance.

Otherwise, some people really think they have won.

…

Here, Zhang Yong curled his lips. He felt that he had not performed well just now.

What a pity. The other party is Jia Tengying. It would be great if he is a Virgo. Even if he is a Virgo, he will say it directly.

Just unhappy.

I just don’t want to serve anymore.

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

Zhang Yong casually picked up the microphone.

Be prepared to curse.

If anyone comes to "admonish" him, he will definitely scold him back. He will never give face.

Oh, except Li Boqi...

It turned out to be a strange voice. No. It was the man from before.

It was the man who told him not to mind his own business. This guy actually found his phone number, Zhang Yong, and called him.

"Zhang Yong, you've been living a good life lately, do you want to have another taste?"

"Are you Chen Jitang or Yu Hanmou's subordinate?"

"You don't need to know."

"oh."

Zhang Yong said nothing.

Too lazy to say anything. No one has been arrested. What can I say?

Once you catch someone, use a hammer to smash every inch of their bones. Simple and neat.

Mainly because he doesn't want to do anything right now.

The continuous rain made his whole body seem moldy.

Playing cards, playing hide-and-seek, and laughing with Shen Ming and the others every day seems to be endless fun...

"I told you not to mess with us."

"oh."

"I'm warning you, if you interfere with our business again, we will let you die without a burial place."

"oh."

"Don't take a pee and take care of yourself."

"oh."

"Snapped!"

The other party hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong yawned. Alas. So sad. Weak. Helpless. Poor.

He was being bullied by phone calls one after another. He almost came to the door. But he still couldn't find where the other person was. It must be said that he lost the first move.

If you lose, just lose, it doesn’t seem to matter. However, the other party seems to be very rich!

There are not many rich opponents now. One less person to catch. Is there any way to get the opponent's money...

Alas, let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

First follow the traditional routine and see if you find anything.

I called the telecommunications office and found the source of the call. It said it was from the Maritime Paris Nightclub in the concession.

Paris on the sea nightclub?

Dou Yishan?

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
To be continued...