The Peerless God of War of the Female President

"No, not only is he not dead, but he has come to country F alive and well, and he is clamoring to find you right now..."

Hearing Natasha's words, Yang Chen's heart fell to the ground instantly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

But he soon felt surprised again, "The last time he was injured and was on the verge of death, it has only been more than half a month now, how could he recover in such a short period of time?"

"I asked him, but he refused to tell you. He insisted on telling you himself after seeing you."

Yang Chen pondered for a while, and said to Natasha: "Tell him, I'll wait for him at the Black Baron Bar in District No. 13, and don't be too ostentatious when you come over."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Chen said to Lei Nuo: "Did you hear that? Black Baron Bar."

"Yes!"

Renault quickly gave the driver an order, and then said to Yang Chen with a smile: "Sir, if you like that bar, I might as well buy it and give it to you..."

Yang Chen gave Lei Nuo a blank look, "I'm warning you, don't think about that bar, I promised to let the Tigers survive in District [-], you'd better not touch them."

"Don't worry, I won't move them, and the tigers are small and troublesome, so they don't pose a threat to me."

Yang Chen hummed, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind, and Lei Nuo also closed his mouth very wisely.

In fact, this is a foreshadowing planted by Yang Chen. He wants to use tigers to contain the 3J Party, in order to prevent it from being the dominant family and out of his control.

Half an hour later, Yang Chen returned to the Black Baron Bar.

As soon as the car was parked, the Tiger's new boss, Mark Bay, hurried over and opened the car door for Yang Chen himself, with an extremely respectful attitude.

When opening the door, Mark Bay took a special look into the car, and then saw Renault as a matter of course.

The moment he saw Renault, his expression changed involuntarily.

Although the Tigers are thriving in Chinatown, they are far from enough compared to the 3J Party, a nearly hundred-year-old gangster.So when he saw Renault, his first feeling was fear.

After Yang Chen got out of the car, Renault also quickly got out of the car, and followed Yang Chen respectfully, "Sir, which is the next target? The ninth district or the eighth district? Let me see." , why not take both districts together?"

Yang Chen glanced at Lei Nuo, and said lightly: "Yes, you can do it yourself."

"Uh……"

Lei Nuo touched his bald head and smiled: "I'm sorry sir, I was impatient..."

"Which one should move, I know in my own mind, so don't ask if there is nothing to do."

"Yes……"

"Go back and wait honestly, first digest the thirteenth district you just got."

"Yes……"

"If the top leaders of the 3J Party are found, you will say that Vic colluded with the Presbyterian Church and tried to sell the interests of the 3J Party. You have to do it to protect the interests of the gang."

"Yeah, I see!"

"Go ahead and wait for my call."

"Yes!"

When Lei Nuo heard Yang Chen's order, he immediately stopped in his tracks, not daring to follow any more.

When Yang Chen walked into the bar, he found that maintenance workers had already started repairing the bar that was damaged just before.

"It's gone, it's all gone! No one is allowed to come in without my order!"

After drinking away everyone, Mark Bei hurriedly invited Yang Chen to a booth, and poured Yang Chen a glass of wine himself.

"Sir, please use it."

Yang Chen smiled and said: "Are you worried that the 3J Party will attack you fiercely?"

Mark Bay said with a smile: "Uh, I'm really a little worried..."

"Don't worry, I've already told Renault, as long as I'm still alive, he won't dare to touch your tigers."

The stone hanging in Mark Bei's heart fell to the ground in an instant, but Yang Chen immediately said: "However, although I gave you a life-saving talisman, if you want to survive by the 3J Party for a long time, you must develop your own strength , only when one's waist is hardened, one doesn't have to look at other people's faces."

"Yes, sir, the lesson is right, I remember it!"

"Well, how do you plan to expand your strength, let's hear it."

"Uh, I'm going to South M Continent to transport a batch of D products back, break the monopoly of the 3J Party, and then contact the black market arms dealers in M ​​Country—"

when--

Yang Chen put down his wine glass heavily, the loud voice immediately startled Mark Bei, and immediately stopped talking.

"Aside from selling arms and D products, what else do you know?"

"Uh, there are people smuggling..."

"I fucking—"

Yang Chen hated iron and made a gesture of wanting to fight, Ma Kebei subconsciously hugged his head and squatted in front of Yang Chen.

"Apart from these crooked ways, can you have something else to offer?"

"This, it's really gone...all the gangsters do this for a living..."

Yang Chen sighed helplessly, took out his phone and started dialing.

"A Lin? It's me, brother."

"Brother, are you okay over there? I just called my sister-in-law and Ran Ran, and they said—"

"Let's not chat first, let's talk to you about something serious."

"Oh, okay, you say."

"I remember our Yang family is in Yancheng, there is a food company, right?"

"There is one, but it's an old factory. It used to make instant noodles, but now the instant noodles are classified as junk food, so I'm planning to close it."

"Don't close the factory, and expand production and add a few more production lines."

Yang Lin was stunned for a moment: "Brother, our current production capacity is already seriously oversupplied. If we add the production line, there will be no orders!"

"Don't worry, the order will be there soon."

"Oh, okay, I'll tell someone to do it right away."

"that is it."

Since Mark Bay's Xia Guo dialect is very bad, Yang Chen made a phone call for a long time, but he only understood two words, one is 'production line' and the other is 'order'.

"Sir, I understand what you mean. You think the cost of D products in South M State is too high, so you want to find me a cheaper purchase channel, right?"

"To your sister!"

Yang Chen gave Mark Bei a hard look, "I found you a way that is not illegal but also can make a lot of money, do you want to do it?"

"It's not illegal, but you can still make a lot of money?"

Mark Bay scratched his head and said resentfully: "Sir, the way you mentioned doesn't seem to exist in Country F..."

"..."

"Have you ever been in prison?"

As soon as Mark Bay heard this, he immediately became interested, and nodded repeatedly: "I've been in prison, I'm a fool in the road, and going to jail is a compulsory course."

"Then what is your deepest feeling in prison?"

Mark Bei thought for a while, rubbed his chin and said, "When I first went in, I was a little gangster, and there was no boss to cover me outside. After I went in, I lived a miserable life. I didn't have enough to eat, and I didn't even have to smoke... "

"Then, is the current prison improved compared to when you entered it?"

Mark Bay shook his head: "My brother said that it is worse than before, this country is already rotten, and the rich are all in power, and they don't care about the life and death of the bottom people, let alone those who have committed crimes gone."

Speaking of this, Mark Bay's eyes suddenly lit up: "Sir, you don't mean to—"

"That's right! I just want to sell food to the prison."

Yang Chen smiled slightly: "I stayed in the prison in the tenth district for a few days, and I know a little about the situation inside. Most of the prisoners don't have enough to eat. If they want to have enough to eat, they need to buy it from the outside world through the prison guards at a high price. .”

"If you can sell food to prison, wouldn't this be a way to get rich?"

"But sir, the cost of food in country F is very high, for example, selling a piece of steak in—"

"Do you fucking insist on selling steak?! Would you like another bottle of red wine?"

"..."

Yang Chen was so angry by Mark Bei: "Have you ever heard of a kind of instant food in Xia Kingdom, called instant noodles?"

"Instant noodles? I've heard of it!"

When Mark Bay heard these two words, he immediately smiled: "Sophia brought it to me when she came back from studying in Xiaguo. It tastes great, and it also has soup!"

"So, now you know what to sell?"

"I know, I know!"

Mark Bay suddenly became excited, "The production line you just mentioned is the production line of instant noodles, right?"

"Yes, I will give you a preferential price. For example, each bag of instant noodles will only sell you two euros (equivalent to 16 yuan in Xia Guoruan sister coins), and you can earn twice as much when you go in and change hands. There are more than a dozen prisons in city B , there are more than 20 prisoners in custody, if each person consumes a bag of instant noodles every day, it is 80 euros, how about a week, or a month?"

Mark Bay's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Sir, you are really my savior! I have been looking for the wealth code all my life, and I finally found it here!"