Great Power Army Reclamation

Yang Geyong naturally couldn't bear this kind of anger, but he hadn't come up with any good solution yet. But there was one thing he was sure of, and that was that this matter had nothing to do with Lao Wang.

After finding the crux, Yang Geyong will definitely not sit still and wait for death. If Yang Geyong didn't take money seriously before, now he is full of desire for money.

Although the main theme of this era is still the iron rice bowl, Yang Geyong has already understood the role of money. All in all, no matter what you do, the end result is to get this thing.

Their savings have reached six figures, which was absolutely rare in Northern Xinjiang at that time. He can buy things for Zhao Ling'er without any worries, and he can help Yue Ji's family become rich. I also have my own home. If I buy all the production tools, my parents don’t have to dig in the soil all day long.

So at dawn the next day, he set out quietly. He didn't plan to buy any goods this time, he just wanted to see why this Lao Wang could be so rampant?

He set off late today just to intercept Lao Wang and the others. Look at what tricks this bastard used to get that mustache to support them so much? After Lao Wang's jeep was robbed by him, the guy simply bought another truck. Their management over the years is indeed not comparable to what Yang Geyong has done alone for a few months.

The road from Horgos to Yining is also sparsely populated. Except for the two regular buses every day, it is difficult to see even a herdsman along the way.

The 62nd Regiment arrived near the port, but it was still some way away from the highway. Yang Geyong parked the car on the Gobi Desert, with the front of the car facing the highway. He looked at his watch and it was almost time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Lao Wang's car usually has to be transported twice a day, and the first trip is always around four o'clock.

Sure enough, after a while, a roaring GAZ truck rushed over from a distance with black smoke. If you couldn't see the appearance of the truck clearly, you could have mistaken it for a steam locomotive on the railway.

But when the car was almost driving nearby, Yang Geyong stepped on the accelerator. The truck driver suddenly turned the car sideways on the road. He didn't expect a car to rush over like this. After a while of panic, he stepped on the brakes.

The vehicle stopped, and the driver and Vasily jumped out of the car, cursing. The driver was holding a big wrench in his hand. Looking at his posture, he was really ready to give Yang Geyong a try. Yang Geyong didn't even get out of the car. If they didn't have guns, he wouldn't take them seriously.

When the two people rushed to the jeep, Wallisi felt something was wrong. This car is so familiar. When he saw Yang Geyong sitting in the car window, he turned around and ran away.

Yang Geyong shouted softly: "Stop, I won't hit you today, just because I want to know what's going on?"

Vasily stopped when he heard this and replied bitterly: "Friend, these are none of my business. It was all done by the boss."

Yang Geyong said coldly: "Why don't they care about Lao Wang and the others receiving the goods, but only stare at me? Aren't they afraid that I will cause trouble?"

Vasily shook his head fearfully: "Pharaoh is a trading company! The company's trading volume of goods is unlimited."

Yang Geyong understood instantly. Fortunately, he didn't make a fuss yesterday. Maybe they were just waiting for him to make a fuss, so it seemed that Mustache was setting a trap for him by giving in yesterday. Once you really mess with it, the consequences will be disastrous.

After things became clear, Yang Geyong was not stupid enough to hijack the truck again. If he really dared to do that, he would be beyond redemption. Regardless of whether the jeep is okay, it's because they went to deal with him and Jiang Buer as a witness. Besides, this kind of car is worthless here. At first, Ye Yuze could get it with two boxes of liquor. People didn't take it seriously.

After letting Vasily go, Yang Geyong did not enter the market. Instead, he drove to Zhambol's home. We made an agreement the day before yesterday to let him help collect the goods. There are many people in the Jiangbul tribe, so we can just carry the goods separately. That's unobtrusive.

Jiangbul has not come back yet. Ayina is the only one left at home. Seeing Yang Geyong smiling, he ran over and hugged Yang Geyong's arm. This girl is now closer to Yang Geyong than her brother.

My brother knows how to drink when he comes home every day, and he has to take care of himself when he gets drunk. He never cared whether Ayina was tired or not. And Yang Geyong would help Ayina every time he came. If he hadn't known that Yang Geyong already had a partner. Ayina had already confessed her love.

Even now, Ayina has not given up on Yang Geyong. The Kazakh girl dared to love and hate, and never concealed her feelings. She only restrained herself when she knew that Yang Geyong's heart was not in her.

"Brother, why are you back so early today? Where is Jiangbul?" Ayina chirped like a little bird, and she didn't stop talking the moment she saw Yang Geyong.

Yang Geyong lovingly stretched out his hand to rub her head, then reached out to take out something from the car. He brought Ayina some scarves and a makeup box.

At that time, there were no complete sets of cosmetics in China, and such cosmetic boxes were smuggled from Hong Kong and Taiwan. Someone got Shihezi to sell, but Rose saw it and took it away.

How can a girl not love beauty? Although Ayina was naturally beautiful, especially her fair and delicate skin, she couldn't help but marvel at this small and exquisite cosmetic box.

"Brother, you are so good!" Ayina couldn't help but throw herself into Yang Geyong's arms and act coquettishly.

Several young boys passing by saw Ayina like this. They kept making noises outside: "Ayina is going to be someone else's sheep bowl!"

Ayina was so angry and anxious that she picked up the rubbish and threw it at them. Several young balangs dispersed in a hurry, shouting as they ran: "Ayina is going to be the sheep bowl of the Han balangs!"

Yang Geyong didn't say anything. Yangtanzi means wife in Kazakhstan, and he couldn't answer the question. If he really dares to marry Ayina back. Zhao Linger had to kill him.

It is the habit of the Kazakhs that whenever someone comes to their home, hot milk tea and fragrant naan and bolsak are indispensable. Not to mention guests like Yang Geyong.

Yang Geyong was tired after driving for several hours. After drinking a cup of milk tea, I lay down and fell asleep. Ayina sat there and looked at him without blinking.

Silk scarves are something that Kazakh women cannot live without, not only as decoration, but also as a way to block wind and sand. And Yang Geyong's two items are obviously not from northern Xinjiang. The silkiness and delicacy must come from the superior silk from the south.

Aina couldn't put it down and caressed her. Gradually, a touch of sadness appeared in his eyes. Maybe that's what love is. When you love him, he loves someone else. When he comes back to you. You can't love him anymore.

Jiangbul came back a little late today, and he came back with a group of people. I got a cart full of goods for Yang Geyong.