Record of northern Myanmar

The cars outside the door are quite luxurious, and the people in the cars have unusual status.

The key is that the car at the front was driven by Chen Yaozu, who had just left and returned.

I saw him stretching his head to talk to the guard. After Alai ran over, someone opened the door for him without delay.

The cars drove in and didn't stop at the door, but kept driving in.

I frowned slightly. Is this person looking for reinforcements?

This speed is too fast!

I took out my phone and called Brother Song.

"Brother Song, Brother Zu just went out and came back, and he brought some people with him. It seems that his identity is not simple!"

Brother Song was obviously taken aback, "Bring people back? How many people?"

"Four cars! I didn't see how many people were inside, but they are driving towards you now!"

"Okay, I get it! Send some guards here...wait, no, you have someone prepare lunch and send it over."

The contrast between him before and after makes me a little confused. He should know who is coming.

I watched several cars parked in front of the small building, and many people came down from it.

Everyone who looked like he had status was accompanied by three or four bodyguards.

I thought about it for a while, why did Chen Yaozu come back?

Then Alai's previous arrangements are of no use!

I walked towards the canteen. After entering, I took a piece of watermelon from the chef and ate it.

"You are going to have to work hard again. Our brother Zu has brought several people here. Brother Song just told me to prepare lunch and send it over!"

The chef complained: "Who did he bring here? What can he prepare? If you want to eat, go out and eat. We are so busy that we don't have enough people to prepare the piggy's meal!"

I was happy, "Just tell me, don't let Brother Zu's people hear this, and go back to Brother Song to report it."

The chef was also happy, "Go! We are worried about him ordering food every day. If he is not satisfied, he will do it!"

I was surprised, "He still orders food every day?"

"Yeah, you don't know?" The chef was also surprised. "Even Brother Song can't just order food. He will eat whatever we give him. Sometimes he will come over to take a look and take a bite. Only his brother Zu A person always thinks that he has a high status and just curses others when he is not satisfied. Damn it, I don’t want to do it anymore when I see him!”

"That's not the case!" I quickly advised him, "Do whatever you want for him, as long as it's cooked. If you have any opinions, just like you just said, let him do it himself!"

The chef immediately became happy and said to the many chefs behind him: "Did you see? Our Meng brother has to be able to talk. Do you understand? If he orders another meal, it will be cooked!"

"Easy to say!"

"no problem!"

"Brother Meng, what do you want to eat?"

In response to their goodwill, I just took a bowl of noodles that had just been made and said, "This will do, I won't choose!"

"Brother Meng is still easy to talk to! Come on, let me add some shrimps for you!"

"Okay, that's enough!" I quickly took away the bowl that could barely hold it.

"Hehehe..."

The chef complained, but the lunch that Brother Song said was still going to be done.

However, although they wanted to do something, because Brother Song was here, they could only do it according to the previous standards.

When it was done, I watched them pack the food boxes and said, "You guys are busy, I'll take someone to send it over!"

"Thank you, Brother Meng!"

As time went by, they no longer looked at me the way they used to look at piglets ascending to heaven, but really regarded me as one of their own, and the one who had the final say and took care of things.

This feeling is quite addictive.

No wonder they all want to curry favor with me and climb higher.

Privately, I would sneer inwardly.

To the point where I am today, you simply cannot accept the price I have paid, and there is no way you can bear it.

Even if you survive, I'm afraid the shadow will follow you forever, making it impossible for you to function normally.

And me, I summed it up myself.

I must be a weirdo and a pervert to be able to thrive in this kind of environment.

He took a few guards with him, got in a van and drove to the downstairs of the small building.

Before I even got out of the car, I saw several more people next to the guard downstairs, all of whom were bodyguards brought by those people.

When they saw the car approaching, they all looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Some of them touched their lower backs.

After parking the car, I got out of the car.

The guard of the small building rushed over, "Brother Meng!"

They didn't look very good, but they still performed their duties faithfully.

"Bring Brother Song lunch!" I said, watching the guards lift the food box from above. "I personally watched them make it. Send it up quickly!"

"Wait!" A burly man came over, "We want to check it out!"

The guard immediately stopped and said, "Why are you checking?"

I stopped him and looked at this person with a half-smile, "Who are you? You want to check us in our place? If you want to eat for a while, go to the cafeteria with them to eat. If you don't want to eat, just watch! Let's go!"

I pushed him away and walked into the small building, but this man stopped in front of me again and stared at me with an unkind expression.

"who are you?"

"Who are you?" I glared angrily, "Get out of the way quickly, don't force me to do anything!"

Upon hearing this, the man did not move, and the group behind them all took out their weapons.

When the guard saw this posture, he couldn't bear to suffer, so he also raised his gun.

For a moment, there were twenty or thirty people downstairs, all pointing guns at each other.

There was a pistol in front of me, pointed at my head.

I looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and I regretted letting Qin Feng go out. If he were there, wouldn't these people be taken down in a minute?

Am I afraid?

Of course I'm not afraid anymore!

I really don't believe these outsiders dare to shoot me to death here.

Especially me who still doesn’t know who I am!

I laughed, reached out, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and hit myself on the forehead.

"Come! Shoot! If you don't kill me today, I will kill you later!"

This man was obviously stunned and really didn't dare to move.

I chuckled, "What I hate most in my life is people pointing guns at me. Come on! Shoot!" My voice became louder and louder, "What are you afraid of? Shoot! Haven't you eaten? Shoot!" You should shoot!"

I have always thought this scene in Hong Kong movies is very cool. I had the opportunity to play with it today. It is much more exciting than in the movie.

Seeing that there was sweat on the other person's forehead, I smiled, reached out and patted his face, "I'll give you a chance, you can't do it! Are you using a gun as a toy?"

"Ameng, what's going on?" Brother Song asked as he stuck his head out from upstairs. There were several heads beside him.

"What are you doing?" someone asked.

We all looked up.

I smiled and said, "Brother Song, I'm here to deliver lunch. Our guests seem to be a bit anti-customer!"

A fat middle-aged man next to Brother Song heard this and quickly apologized to Brother Song.

"A Song, I'm sorry! He's my man!" After he finished speaking, he immediately shouted downstairs: "Are you blind? Can you point a gun at anyone? Get out of the way!"

The bodyguard reluctantly put away his gun and stepped aside.

The others also put away their guns when they saw this.

I said to the guard: "Don't you see that everyone has collected them? Aren't you tired of still holding them?"

The guards quickly put down their guns and stepped back to make way for me.

I walked inside with the guard who delivered the meal. Passing by the bodyguard who had just pointed a gun at me, I raised my hand and gestured to cut my throat, grinned, and went in.