"Miss Qin, the young marshal sent us to pick you up."
The car was forced to stop in the grass on the side of the road, and the two people sitting in the front seat were knocked unconscious by sticks and lay lying on the car.
The back door of the car was opened and the visitor stood in front of the door, speaking very politely.
Su Yumo actually guessed it right.
Maybe Gu Chenyu was a bandit before, after all, he is so familiar with this.
Su Yumo calmly got out of the car and stepped on the dirt.
"Let's go."
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"You two are so handsome and impressive." Shangyang started praising them as soon as he came up.
Gu Chenyu: Here comes someone who is good at Chinese.
The three of them sat around a round table, which was filled with delicious dishes, including chicken, duck, fish and meat, which was very sumptuous.
Behind each person stood two cold-blooded men.
That cold look on his face made it seem like he would pull out his gun if something went wrong.
Gu Chenyu leaned back in his chair and asked, "Mr. Shangyang, who do you think is more handsome, me or Boss Yang?"
Yang Zhangli glanced at him, almost rolling his eyes, "Young Marshal is still as confident as ever."
Gu Chenyu played with his loose tie in his hand. "If I don't have confidence, how can I lead my soldiers? Mr. Shangyang, don't you think this is the truth?"
Shang Yang adjusted his glasses with his hand. "That's true. I've heard Zuo Tian say that the young commander is domineering and the gang leader is calm. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."
Several idioms were used in just two minutes. It seems that Shangyang has penetrated quite deeply.
But no matter how much knowledge you R people learn, you can never understand the true meaning of flower growing.
Gu Chenyu put his five fingers back.
The adjutant took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and placed it between Gu Chenyu's middle finger.
Gu Chenyu took a puff of his cigarette and frowned as he said, "Let's not waste any more time on this nonsense. Mr. Shangyang brought together a group of people who were robbing supplies and a group of people who were rescuing supplies. I wonder what his intention is. Could it be that he wants to take both of us into his pocket?"
The stolen supplies have been sent to the north by the White Tiger Gang.
The White Tiger Gang has existed for hundreds of years. They have people in every place and have extensive connections, so transporting goods is not a problem.
They received news a few days ago that the goods had arrived.
So Gu Chenyu told Zuo Tian that he didn’t want it back.
The reason was that the White Tiger Gang set fire to the supplies immediately after robbing them.
He also suggested to them that maybe they could look for their remains in the air.
Later I heard that Zuo Tian was sent to the northern front by their people.
Shangyang heard the impatience in Gu Chenyu's tone, and his eyes darkened, revealing a sinister look.
How dare this person speak to him in such a tone.
The fact that he invited them both to dinner was already the greatest favor they could receive.
The ugly look from the R countryman shattered Yang Zhangli's last bit of patience.
Let Gu Chenyu handle this kind of verbal tactics.
Thick-skinned is the perfect counter to shamelessness.
Yang Zhangli: "I'm putting this out there today. The White Tiger Gang has always had its own set of rules for survival. In previous disputes, we have always remained neutral, and this time is no exception."
"As for robbing your supplies, it's just because I couldn't stand seeing them sitting there at the dock. If you want revenge, come on."
After saying that, he stood up and left. The two people behind him clenched their guns, their nerves tense, and paid attention to their surroundings.
Shangyang looked at Yang Zhangli's back, his glass glasses flashing with a vicious look like a venomous tongue, and his breathing was unstable.
Gu Chenyu didn't care and continued to spit out the eye circles.
The wooden door behind him was opened and closed, and Gu Chenyu flicked the ash on the table.
"You left without even eating. How rude!"
Shang Yang slammed the table and cursed: "How ungrateful! If that's the case, the White Tiger Gang has no reason to exist anymore."
Gu Chenyu sneered. He was not tall, but he spoke in a very arrogant tone.
When his father was young, he fought against the White Tiger Gang and both sides suffered heavy losses. This R countryman really takes himself too seriously.
Give him a shovel and he can dig through all the land.
However, he still had to agree.
"Mr. Shangyang is right. My superiors have also been troubled by this gang for a long time. Maybe we will become allies in the future."
This Yang Zhangli just left alone in a carefree manner.
It's hard for him, but he still has to act here.
At this time, the adjutant bent down and whispered something in his ear.
Gu Chenyu pretended to nod, and the person opposite pricked up his ears to listen to their conversation.
Although the sound is low, you can still make out the general idea if you listen carefully.
"Mr. Shangyang, this is unfortunate. I have a meeting to attend later. Time is tight. Let's make this quick."
Shangyang said regretfully, "It seems I won't be able to have a good meal today."
"It's like this. Our superiors are currently in talks with your superiors, and they haven't reached a consensus yet. If the final outcome of the talks is unsatisfactory and a war breaks out, we can help the young marshal reach a higher level."
The words were put mildly, just let him be the traitor.
Gu Chenyu smiled faintly, "This temptation is really great!"
Gu Chenyu planned to have a few more rounds with this person, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the person behind Shangyang shouted.
"Your clothes are on fire, sir."
Shangyang looked down and saw that the blazing flames were rapidly spreading along the legs of his suit pants to the waistband.
He jumped up from his chair, pointed at the tea on the table and shouted:
"Asshole, water, water, water."
He could obviously pick up the quilt by himself, but he insisted on asking his men to do it.
How precious his hands are.
It's not a pity to be burned to death.
His men quickly picked up the cup, and the temperature in their hands was not right.
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