Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

Li Enjun, who was pushed out, was not disappointed at all, but instead had a smile on his face.

He didn't come to see Wang Muzhi today. I want to know what kind of person Wang Muzhi is.

Through the manager's performance, he was now sure that Wang Muzhi was not bluffing, but a truly powerful figure.

When he thought of this, Li Enjun's heart suddenly became hot.

He bit his lip and looked at the building, jealousy already rising in his eyes.

Why can you, Li Enhui, marry so well even though you have gone to the countryside, but I have to suffer this hardship at home.

Whether you can turn over or not depends on this time!

In his previous life, he and Long Wu also met in this small county. After he became prosperous, he met him when he came to pay homage to Li Enhui.

In the end, he took him under his command and became his powerful right-hand man.

Although he doesn't know where he is now, given Long Wu's character, Wang Muzhi still has many ways to find him.

I found a local taxi driver and handed him two yuan, and he immediately started talking non-stop.

"If you want to find that group of people, you must go to the mahjong parlor on the corner in front. I guarantee you can find everyone."

According to what the driver said, Wang Muzhi came to the mahjong parlor.

The air was smoky, cigarette butts were everywhere on the ground, and the noisy noise was occasionally mixed with a few local curse words. Everyone was wearing slippers and crossing their legs, and they almost had the look of gangster written on their faces.

"Who are you?"

A young man noticed Wang Muzhi and stepped forward with a cigarette in his mouth to ask. If Wang Mu had not lived here in his previous life, he might not be able to understand.

"I want to find Long Wu."

Wang Muzhi's voice was loud, and the noise in the mahjong parlor suddenly became quiet.

"Who are you? Do you have something to do with Brother Wu?"

Wang Muzhi noticed that the young man had turned his gaze to the stick at his feet while asking.

By the way, he looked around with a stern look.

"There's no need to be so nervous. I have a deal to discuss with him. If you don't know, I'll ask someone else."

"No, you must explain clearly today, what are you doing here?"

Without saying a word, the young man stood in front of Wang Muzhi with a stick, as if he would attack if he disagreed.

Wang Muzhi looked at the other party with interest.

This guy is quite responsible, but he looks a bit familiar?

Wang Muzhi suddenly remembered that when Long Wu followed him back to Hong Kong Island two years later, he went back and brought a group of young people over, and he was the smartest among them.

It seems to be called...

"You should be called Mouse, right? He's a guy who specializes in sliding doors and picking locks. There is a triangular scar on your ankle. It was burned when you were caught and escaped from the den of thieves."

"How did you know?"

The mouse's eyes widened and he looked at Wang Muzhi in disbelief.

"You don't have to worry about how I know. Will you take me with you? If you are so timid at a young age, how can you follow Li Longwu in the future?"

No matter what Wang Muzhi said, Mouzi called a young man and whispered a few words.

The young man nodded and rushed out, returning within a few minutes.

"He's alone."

After hearing what people said, Mouse nodded.

"Follow me, but you better behave yourself. If you let me know that there is something wrong with you, I will pick out all your hamstrings and hand tendons!"

Mouse came closer and spoke in a low voice, opened his mouth, and a sharp blade appeared on his tongue. But before he could finish his threatening words, Wang Muzhi's right hand had already pinched his shoulder.

With a little exertion, a sharp pain instantly spread throughout the mouse's body.

Cold sweat came out of his forehead.

The mouse looked at Wang Muzhi with fear in his eyes, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Although I appreciate your loyalty, don't use my tolerance as an advantage for you to make further progress, do you understand?"

Mouse nodded subconsciously.

After he was released, Mouzi's face no longer looked arrogant, and he led Wang Muzhi to the second floor.

The second floor didn't look so smoky. There was only a young man wearing a black vest and covered in tendon meat, who was dancing vigorously and murderously with a big knife in his hand.

The broadsword looked very old at first glance, but it had been sharpened to a bright shine.

Wang Muzhi's arrival did not stop the young man. Mouse was about to step forward but was pulled back by Wang Muzhi.

He shook his head not to disturb me.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

In his previous life, Long Wu used this broadsword to clear up many shady obstacles for himself.

On the surface, he was competing with those business bosses in a battle of wits and courage.

In private, Long Wu fought bloody battles with those monsters and monsters.

This allowed his business giant to smoothly overcome every difficulty.

After more than ten minutes, Long Wu stopped, turned around and looked Wang Muzhi up and down.

Wang Muzhi's eyes collided with his without fear. Seeing this most familiar strange brother appear in front of him, Wang Muzhi felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.

"You have something to do with me?"

"That's right." Wang Muzhi lit a cigarette casually and smiled: "I'm here to let you follow me. Don't hang around here every day. It won't do you any good."

"Hahaha……"

Long Wu looked up to the sky and smiled, making beautiful tricks with the big knife in his hand, his brows not concealing his mockery of Wang Muzhi.

"Boy, who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

Wang Muzhi shook his head slightly, took off his coat and still sat on the chair, rolled up his sleeves and faced Long Wu, and hooked his hands.

He knew his brother's temper very well, with coarse and subtle tempers, and violence mixed with rationality. He would only surrender to those who were stronger than himself. If he wanted to continue the conversation, he could only convince him.

"I want to see how many catties you weigh!"

Long Wu didn't do any ink. He put down his sword and rushed forward, punching him with his fist.

Wang Muzhi also made the same move.

Just use the most direct battle to completely conquer him!

boom!

The two fists collided and made a crisp sound. Wang Muzhi did not move at all, but Long Wu took a few steps back. His right fist was numb and his whole arm ached.

"Come again!"

"it is good!"

The blood in Wang Muzhi's bones was also aroused at this time, and the two men clashed together again.

There are no boxing steps, no kung fu moves.

Some are just the most primitive strength competition, the ability to hit and resist hits.

Since his rebirth, Wang Muzhi's physical fitness has been extraordinary. Ten minutes later, Wang Muzhi, who was still standing on the ground, seemed to have become the winner of this battle.

Long Wu, who was grinning in pain on the ground, looked a little more convinced at this time.

"Mouse, go get the safflower oil and close the door."

"hiss!"

After rubbing safflower oil on the bruise, Long Wu gasped in pain and looked at Wang Muzhi who was applying medicine to him with a puzzled expression, feeling extremely depressed.

After all, I had been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and fighting and killing people was commonplace, but now I lost to the young man in front of me!