Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

On the sixth floor of Yunshang Palace, Four Finger Tan put down his cell phone with a gloomy expression. He had just received news from his subordinates, saying that someone in the venue won 9000 million by betting twice on the dice.

He still has several hundred million in liquidity on hand. The question is, can he give this money?He gave a bunch of people under his command to drink from the northwest wind!

In the past two years, these young people have become more and more rampant, and they dare to play tricks in his place.

There is no way that Four Finger Tan would think that the consecutive dice openings were a coincidence. He was just relying on his own high skills to predict that no one else would be able to catch him. He was just showing off his skills boldly.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't have to catch the opponent, and it doesn't matter if he loses money. An accident can easily solve these things.

"Are you in trouble?" Mr. Zhao Wu knew it very well, with a calm expression on his face, a little gloating about his misfortune, but pretending to be concerned.

"It's a small problem, don't worry about it, Fifth Master." When Si Zhitan raised his head to look at Fifth Master Zhao, the gloom on his face had completely disappeared.

Mr. Zhao Wu has superb acting skills, and the expression of sarcasm under such concern was so normal that he didn't think much about it at all.

Little did he know that his reaction was also expected by Mr. Zhao Wu. In this case, pretending that the matter had nothing to do with him, having no reaction, or being too excited would make Si Zhi Tan suspicious.

"Fifth Master, please stop playing riddles with me. Lao Tan is a rough man. If you have anything to say, you can just say it."

After Si Zhi Tan replied to the message, he felt a little uneasy.

He was not a superstitious person, and he couldn't stay in Yunshang Palace under such circumstances, so he simply made it clear.

"The main reason I called you here today is..." Mr. Zhao Wu coughed comfortably, cleared his throat, and slowly prepared to continue wrangling.

……

The office was brightly lit, and Xie Heng put the landline phone receiver to his ear, but his eyes fell on a middle-aged man sitting upright next to him, wearing an executive jacket.

The voice on the phone made Xie Heng involuntarily hold his hand tighter, but there was no anger in his eyes, but rather something he was used to.

"Xiao Xie, as we are about to enter October, I suggest that at this special time, we should not engage in formalism."

The speaker's voice was slightly shrill and sounded a little out of breath.

They say it’s advice, but who dares to really take the other person’s words as advice?

The timing of this call and the sudden appearance of the person in the office made the meaning obvious.

Xie Heng hung up the phone and was silent for a long time.

The man in the executive jacket didn't have any proud or teasing expression. He just held the glass, blew hot air against the rim of the glass, took a slight sip and still grinned from the heat.

"It's so late at night, why don't you rest early to recuperate your health?"

Xie Heng took some pure water in a disposable paper cup and handed it to the middle-aged man who wanted to drink water but felt it was too hot: "Pour some cold water and mix it."

The middle-aged man quickly put down the glass and took the cold water from Xie Heng.

There was a hint of Nandu dialect in his words: "As a big leader, you don't even take a break. I have to review myself all the time. Where did I fail to do my job well?"

Xie Heng shook his head and suddenly chuckled: "What kind of big leaders? They all serve the people, and they only care about affairs, no matter how big or small."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, poured cold water into the glass, took a tentative sip, and found that it was not hot, so he took a big sip.

He looked a little uninterested.

"Shouye." Xie Heng said his name with sincerity, his expression becoming compassionate.

"Don't you think it's not good to work conscientiously and do something practical for the people? Why are there always people who want to suck the blood of the people, so they have to make the world full of complaints?"

Jiang Shouye put down the glass again, rested his elbows on the table, and crossed his hands together.

Deep furrows formed on the faces because of the anger of the same enemy: "These black sheep are the main culprits who ruin the reputation of good comrades like you and me who are dedicated to serving the people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the heroic cell phone ringtone rang, which was an extremely classic song: "Borrow from Heaven for Another 500 Years."

"Being a man of courage and courage, no need to be afraid of hardships and dangers, your passion remains unchanged year after year..."

The indignation on Jiang Shouye's face was instantly washed away, and he lowered his head and answered the phone.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, we cannot say that we are tired of cracking down on organized crime, nor can we say that we will not do it today but we will do it tomorrow. When we deal with the evil forces, we must strike hard."

The voice from the phone receiver was loud, as if he wanted to be heard by everyone around him.

"I hope you will try your best to cooperate with Xie Heng's actions. If you two good comrades join forces, what difficulties can't be solved?"

Jiang Shouye raised his eyes and looked at Xie Heng, who looked neither sad nor happy. He suddenly stood up, turned around and walked out the door: "I still have something to do at home, so let's go first."

Xie Heng said he could do whatever he wanted. Long after Jiang Shouye left, he just received a text message on his mobile phone.

【Close hand.Before you go to work tomorrow morning, write a review and give it to me. 】

Seeing this text message, Xie Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

The difficulties I may have faced after receiving that phone call will be eliminated by this review letter.

He opened the window, looked at the gloomy night outside the office building, and murmured to himself.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the end of the help I can provide."

……

The sixth floor of the Immortal Palace on the Clouds.

The four-fingered right hand, which is missing its thumb, taps on the table from time to time, making a slight sound.

"Fifth Master, when will the leader come?"

The reason why he didn't leave immediately was that some places hadn't reported the news yet, and the more important reason was that Mr. Zhao Wu said that the leader wanted to see him.

The only person who can be called a leader by Mr. Zhao Wu is Xie Heng, who is firmly at the top of Nandu City.

He has nothing to do with the Xie family, and can even be said to be a subordinate of Xie Heng's enemy.

However, after Mr. Zhao Wu said these words, Si Zhi Tan really didn't dare to leave. The main reason was that he never thought that the other party would use such words to deceive him.

Seeing his increasingly impatient expression, Zhao Laowu thought about the reasons to continue to hold him back.

While he was still thinking, Si Zhi Tan's cell phone rang suddenly.

He inadvertently glanced at the caller ID, his expression immediately turned serious, he picked up the phone and walked to a corner before answering the call.

"Go back and take a look when you have time. Don't conflict with them. If necessary, you can give them some gifts."

The voice on the phone was not loud and had a bit of a Nandu dialect accent. Although I could hear him clearly, what he said was a bit inexplicable.

Four Finger Tan's heart skipped a beat, no need to think too much about who "they" were.

After the other party hung up the phone, he quickly sent a few group messages, instructing the persons in charge of several venues under him to check the situation and report any news to him as soon as possible.

He hurried to the door, not caring to continue waiting for Xie Heng.

The patron has already talked to this point. If he still doesn't understand, he might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Four Finger Tan!"

Zhao Wuye played with the walnuts, stood up from his seat and shouted.

Si Zhi Tan paused in his steps, and his face that had always been silent suddenly turned livid. This title was almost the same as exposing a wound in person.

However, he didn't have the intention to argue with the other party now. He wrote down the account secretly and opened the door, only to see Scar blocking the door.

Four Finger Tan calmed down and looked back like a wolf.

"Zhao Laowu, are you ready to break up with me?" He finally tore off the mask and stopped calling himself Lao Tan.

Zhao Laowu stretched out his index finger and waved at him: "No, no, no! I just want to persuade you."

Four Finger Tan sneered and did not answer.

"I advise you to stay at Yunshang Xiangong tonight and don't go anywhere, otherwise you will..." Zhao Laowu stopped playing with walnuts and stared at him with an intriguing look.

"Little life is in danger!"

"You're a bad old guy, you've been chirping all this time just to hold me back, right?" Sizhi Tan laughed angrily, "Why do you think I'm scared?"

"What if I don't listen to your advice and insist on leaving?"

He took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at Zhao Laowu from a distance, looking a little crazy: "You bet to see if I can shoot!"

Zhao Laowu winked at Scar, and then sighed: "Scar, let him go."

Scarzi quietly opened the door, Si Zhidan gave Zhao Laowu a middle finger, spat on the ground, and walked out with a sneer.

"Fifth Master, why don't you let me stop him?"

Scarzi looked at the other party showing off his power and felt a little hateful.

"If you don't stop him, he will think that the problem is not big, and he will not be anxious." Mr. Zhao Wu smiled thoughtfully, "The more you stop him, the more impatient he will be."

"Blocking and releasing will make him feel that he is very important, and he can make a comeback when he comes on the court!" At this point, Zhao Wuye's tone became sighing, "When you face that person, tell me, how will he make a comeback?"