Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 413

In the TV series, the gang of gangsters are fighting for the venue. Dozens of people are recruited from both sides to find an abandoned factory.

As for the place where my aunt came, Fan Denglong really couldn't figure out why he chose such a place.

After parking the car at the foot of the mountain, Fan Denglong smelled some strange smell when he followed, He Yuexian directly cast a spell to block his nostrils.

The more I go up, the more confused I get. There are drivers on the dirt trucks parked next to the dirt road, and they are cursing while smoking a cigarette. It probably means whether it will work or not. If it doesn’t work, I have to change places.

Fan Denglong walked over and asked a little strangely: "Bro, what are you doing?"

Fan Denglong casually found the driver in the car and handed him a cigarette, who knew that the driver just glanced at him, then shook his head to the side, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

But the driver was not a good bird, he stared straight at He Yuexian in such a way that his eyes almost popped out.

Fan Denglong just slapped him across the face, don't get me wrong, buddy is saving your life, didn't you see that the fairy frowned?

"Damn, do you dare to hit someone?"

The driver took a slap and didn't appreciate Fan Denglong's favor. After cursing, he pulled out a wrench from under the driver's seat and was about to open the door and get out of the car.

Fan Denglong shook his head speechlessly, slapped him back on the seat again, and then opened the car door, "Bro, ask me again, what are you doing here?"

The driver was slapped twice, his face was swollen, but after thinking about it in his heart, he might not be the boy's opponent, so he covered his face and asked aggrievedly, "Why are you asking this?" There was a strong sense of vigilance in his eyes.

Fan Denglong was puzzled, he glanced at the back with his perspective ability, it was just a cart of dirt, is it necessary to be so nervous?

"I'm just curious, can't I?" Fan Denglong smiled, but stretched out another hand, and the driver could only helplessly say, "What else can I do? Just dump the soil."

Fan Denglong was a little stunned, patted the buddy on the shoulder, and then called He Yuexian to go up the mountain together.

When I came to the mountain, I saw my aunt standing with two other men, and on the other side was a group of eight people.

They don't look like the kind of people who come out to hang out, and there is no one with a guy on both sides. I can only see my aunt excitedly swearing something in the Cantonese dialect.

People on both sides pointed at me, and I pointed at you, and their mouths were full of saliva when they were excited.

This is the so-called field fight, but it is different from what Fan Denglong thought to be a fight.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking to the other side, there is a big pond, but it is filled with all kinds of mud and brick slag.

What they are fighting for is this mountain and that big pond. As for the use, it is naturally all kinds of construction waste brought by the drivers below.

Fan Denglong breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there is no fight, everything will be easy to handle.

It's just that the scene was a bit intense, three against eight, and the Cantonese dialect was crackling and chaotic.

Not long after, for some unknown reason, my aunt suddenly shouted loudly: "I'm familiar with this field, do you want to pick peaches so easily?"

Probably because I was in a hurry, and I couldn't even speak the dialect.

Over there, a short man with long dark hair also said viciously: "You are familiar with it, but this place belongs to our Chenbian Village. Why do you, an outsider, occupy this place?"

At this point, everyone didn't use dialect at all, and came directly to a crappy Mandarin dialogue.

"He is also from here, why can't he take it?" Auntie pointed at a tall man beside her, without losing any momentum.

"Okay, if you have the ability, you can continue to take the job, and if you come to a car, I will detain one."

"What the hell, it turns out that you bastard was behind the impoundment of those vehicles," the aunt screamed, and went straight up and scratched the short man's face.

A few years ago, when the business was good, the trucks waiting to be unloaded were lined up from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. The cost of a truck ranged from [-] to [-] yuan, and two large bags had to be equipped with money for a day.Later, someone's car was impounded, and the business plummeted immediately. Knowing who was behind the scenes, Fan Qingfeng must really wish to chop this bastard right now.

Upon seeing this, Fan Denglong felt that something bad was going to happen.

"So what if it's me?" The short man stepped forward and wanted to make a move, but the two standing next to the aunt quickly moved forward. This situation is a bit uncomfortable.

Three vs. eight, even if neither side has any guys, it will be the aunt who suffers when it comes to fighting.

Fan Denglong hurried forward, and his aunt gave him a surprised look, and said displeasedly, "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

"I can still resist for a hundred catties," Fan Denglong smiled slightly, and said to the people over there: "Old Hei, it's not kind of you to do this, besides, if you panic people here, you It’s not easy to make money yourself.”

The short man glared at Fan Denglong, he was not called Old Hei.

But when he talked about the latter, the guy smiled smugly.

The aunt said angrily from behind: "This bastard knows the traffic police team,"

"So that's the case," Fan Denglong shrugged, "Then let me tell you a way."

"This place is for you,"

After Fan Denglong finished speaking, his aunt shouted loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

My son worked night shifts in the side dish factory for two years. The workshop had to maintain a constant temperature and was exposed to the air conditioner every day. He suffered from a lot of problems. He planned to resign and find other jobs, but his little culture Level, the mouth can't speak yet, what can I find to do?
The grandson will be three years old in the second half of the year and will go to preschool.

Maybe a family of four depends on this place for money, how could it be easy to sell it?

Fan Denglong gave his aunt a reassuring look, and said slowly: "It's business, everyone can make money."

The short man and the group of people he brought showed joy. Who knows, Fan Denglong said abruptly: "But after all, my aunt is familiar with this place. It's not okay to just let it go for nothing."

When the short man heard this, he immediately became upset, "You agree to let go, and you are unhappy, what exactly do you mean?"

"20," Fan Denglong said slowly.

People on both sides shouted at the same time, no.

Fan Qingfeng was in a hurry, and she dragged her nephew to scold him: "Do you know how much money this place makes? When this bastard is not playing tricks behind his back, I can earn tens of thousands a day."

The business started, no matter if it was from this city or from other places, people brought wastes every day, ranging from [-] to [-], and they all drove up the trucks, turned over, and left after paying.

20, if it is the peak season, it will take a few months.

Fan Qingfeng almost scolded her nephew for reading his head stupidly.

(End of this chapter)