Great Power Army Reclamation

There are many cars parked in the yard, all of which are off-road vehicles. Many of them are international brands, but the few are warrior cars.

Although Warrior Cars does not have a dedicated off-road model, as a typical northern Xinjiang car company, it is actually the most suitable for northern Xinjiang roads.

Not only does it have strong off-road performance, but it is also fuel-efficient. However, in special terrains, its performance will be worse than professional models.

However, Warrior engines now have special off-road vehicle models, and several European car companies are already using them.

At this moment, half of the cars parked in the yard use Warrior engines.

Several children were playing in the yard. Ye Yuze ignored them and walked directly into the house.

The houses and living rooms of ethnic people are very large, because during gatherings, activities such as singing and dancing are inevitable, and the living room is too small to accommodate them.

Seeing Ye Yuze come in, a tall and fat man sitting on the sofa was a little stunned and turned around to ask.

"Whose friend is this?"

Everyone shook their heads together, they really didn't know each other.

Abdullah stood up. Whoever he knows or doesn't know him, he is a friend when he enters the house, and etiquette cannot be neglected.

He stretched out his hand to shake Ye Yuze's hand, and then asked politely:

"Where are you friends from? What do you want from me, Abdullah?"

Ye Yuze was not polite, sat down next to Abdullah, and said loudly:

"Juncun City, Ye Yuze."

"hiss……"

There was a sound of gasping. Ye Yuze might not be recognized by most people, but it would be nonsense to say that he didn't know his name.

You know, he is not only one of the founders of Junken City, but his company is also a world-famous brand. How many people in the world don't know about it?

Abdullah was shocked at first, and then surprised. He was not arrogant enough to think that his wealth could compare with Ye Yuze's.

"My dear friend, no wonder I heard the magpies chirping early in the morning. It turns out that such a distinguished friend is coming?"

Abdullah exaggeratedly expanded his surprise. This is called rhetoric, and every businessman is good at it.

Ye Yuze was not polite because of his performance. He looked serious. After he finished his performance, he asked directly:

"I met two homeless women, Reina and Dilireba, in Junken City. They said they knew you. Can Mr. Abdullah tell me about your relationship?"

Abdullah's face changed and he became a little angry. No matter how rich you Ye Yuze is, you have nothing to do with me.

I am asking questions about my own family affairs in front of so many guests. Isn’t this a slap in the face?

However, after so many years of experience in the mall, he still has some discipline, otherwise he would not be where he is today.

"That's my ex-wife. She was driven back to her parents' home by me because she was unruly and couldn't bear a son."

What Abdullah said is reasonable. In fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon among ethnic people. After all, women have a low status.

Abdullah felt that if he admitted it, Ye Yuze would not say anything more. After all, this matter had nothing to do with him.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yuze sneered: "What about Di Lieba? Why do you want to live on the streets too?"

"A girl can leave with her mother if she wants to. If she can't survive, she will come back."

Abdullah continued to be calm, but he was getting more and more angry. This man really had no shame.

He glanced next to him, and saw a young man with a sinister face and a sturdy build standing up.

"I don't care who you are, as long as you are a guest, you are a friend, and you will be entertained with good tea and meat. But if you come here to cause trouble, I, Alken, will be the first to refuse!"

This man stood about 1.9 meters tall, with a strong back and strong waist. He must be the Batur of this area.

In fact, all nations have a heroic plot. This is a habit developed in the early days of mankind when survival was difficult.

Only the strongest and bravest people can bring food to everyone and keep everyone alive.

However, with the development of human beings, personal force has gradually lost its meaning, because force cannot be compared with machinery.

However, there are still heroic plots in the hearts of ordinary people, especially ethnic people. There is a special sense of admiration for those who are good at riding horses and wrestling.

Batur is a famous wrestler throughout Ili. In fact, all ethnic groups in China like wrestling, but the rules are different.

Qilixi is a Uyghur style wrestling that is widely spread in Kashgar, Hotan, Aksu and other places. During the competition, athletes are not allowed to leave the opponent's belt with their hands to grasp other parts of the opponent. They can use actions such as carrying, hooking, tripping, etc. to knock the opponent down to win.

And this Batur has never had any defeat in the entire Yili region, so he is very rampant.

However, times have developed, and although many people admire him, the title Batur only allows him to be entertained every day, but it has no practical meaning.

And he was a person with a strong desire for money, so he defected to Abdullah.

Rich people all have insecurities. Having a bodyguard like this is not only practical, but also respectable. After all, Batur, the number one in the entire Yili region, is his bodyguard. How many people would envy him?

Ye Yuze's ruthlessness naturally made Batur very uncomfortable. What's wrong with you, Ye Yuze? I don’t have the money but you don’t have the energy?

This is not Junken City. You come here to brag. If I don’t do it, will you still have the nerve to hang around in the future?

Therefore, Batur stood up immediately and looked at Ye Yuze with an unkind look.

Abdullah was overjoyed. This bodyguard is really awesome. I didn't ask him to get ahead of this. No matter how awesome you Ye Yuze is, you will still get beaten.

However, he still pretended to persuade: "Batur, don't be rude. This is a model for us northern Xinjiang people."

Batur naturally understood the meaning of Abdullah's words, and he didn't really care. Then his eyes widened:

"I don't care who he is? When you come to someone else's house to be a guest, you have to act like a guest. Although we are hospitable, we will also educate those guests who are not polite."

Batur had already walked across from Ye Yuze at this time. With his height of nine meters, he had undoubtedly formed a crushing force.

You must know that Ye Yuze is only 1.7 meters tall and not tall.

However, Ye Yuze didn't pay attention to Batur's naked provocation at all and just continued to look at Abdullah.

"Are you still a human being? Even cattle and sheep know how to protect their calves. You drove your own daughters out of the house and are worse than animals!"

Ye Yuze was no longer polite. Since he chose not to be a human being, there was no need to save face for him.

"Fuck!"

Batur roared angrily and reached out to grab Ye Yuze's belt. Their wrestling was like this, and they couldn't leave their hands off the belt. He's used to it.

It's just that his hand just grabbed Ye Yuze's belt and he felt dizzy. Why is this position wrong?

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