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The headlights were turned off almost at the same time.
Originally, the glare for a moment made my eyes sting, and the next moment it was pitch black, which even made me feel a little blinded.
After finally recovering, he found that Liu Wensan's complexion had collapsed.
Holding his glass of wine, he squinted slightly at the car.
The car door opened, and many people got out, at least fifty or sixty.
From the Lexus at the front, an old man in his sixties and wearing a thin jacket got off. His gray hair was combed back, and he looked very energetic. He stretched out his hand casually, pulled a chair and sat down.
I can clearly feel that since he came out, the fishermen around and the people on the boat doing business with the river have become a lot more nervous.
Only now did I realize that there was another person beside the old man, wasn't it Feng Qu? There was no expression on Feng Qu's face, and he also looked at us twice, I don't know what it means.
"Feng Zhirong, Master Feng, the battle is not small." Liu Wensan took a sip of his wine and said flatly.
My heart skipped a beat, and all of a sudden, I remembered who this Feng Zhirong was.
In the past, when the country was not yet developed, Neiyang City was a small city that lived by the river. The wharves on the Yangjiang River were all built by powerful bosses or chambers of commerce.
In the end, they were all acquired by a large consortium, and the boss behind the consortium was Feng Zhirong.
Almost everyone in Neiyang City does not know him! Because the entire Yangjiang pier belongs to him, Feng Zhirong!
? More than ten years ago, Feng Zhirong had to pay fees to work on the wharf, or as a fisherman and merchant ship.
There are toll booths for cars passing by, and Feng Wharf for boats going down the river! In order to maintain the stability of the pier, Feng Zhirong still has a lot of people on hand.
Afterwards, Neiyang City developed, and the higher-ups came forward and bought all the docks from Feng Zhirong at a high price.
He gradually faded away at the riverside pier
After a heartbeat, I fully reacted.
The young master of Feng Qu's family is actually Feng Zhirong's son!
No wonder Liu Wensan would say that Young Master Feng fell into Yangjiang, no matter what he was doing, he had to come over to help find someone! The Feng family indeed has the ability and the qualifications!
At this moment, Feng Zhirong's presence in person also explained a problem.
Liu Wensan didn't pick him up! He will come by himself!
The purpose of bringing so many people is self-evident
"This is not my card, Feng, it's your Yangjiang corpse hunter, Liu Wensan, let's make a price, as long as you bring my son ashore. I can give you the money, and it won't be any better than anyone who let you into the water." few."
Feng Zhirong said calmly.
Liu Wensan peeled a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth, then picked up a chopstick to boil the meat, dipped it in the sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth with a big mouthful.
"Sixteen, eat meat, mutton will be burned when it's old, it's not good."
He ignored Feng Zhirong at all, which made my back a little sweaty.
Are you afraid? Dozens of people are standing here, Feng Zhirong used to be the local emperor of Yangjiang, if he gets impulsive today, Liu Wensan and I will be in bad luck.
Of course, after following Liu Wensan for so long, I also trust him.
Picked up a piece of meat and ate it, and swallowed it whole without thinking about firewood.
Liu Wensan ate with relish, his face was full of oil, and soon the pot of meat was gone, and the wine also ran out.
Obviously, the atmosphere is becoming more and more depressing at the moment.
Those dozens of people all showed anger on their faces, and some even had something in their hands!
Only then did Feng Zhirong say: "Are you full?"
Liu Wensan burped, and then said: "I am full, half of it is meat, and half is gas. Your Feng Zhirong card is bigger than mine, Liu Wensan. Do these dozens of people want to force me to go down the river?"
"But I've made it clear to you, man, I fished all night yesterday, but I couldn't get it out."
"From now on, if I have time and opportunity, I will get your son up, but not now, I want to live a few more years."
After speaking, Liu Wensan stood up and shouted: "Sixteen, go and call your Aunt Cai, and let's go back to Liuhe Village to rest for a while."
My heart was pounding, and I was about to call He Caier.
Immediately, several people came over and directly surrounded our table.
Feng Zhirong's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "My son must go ashore today. Otherwise, no one will be able to leave."
Liu Wensan laughed back angrily: "Hehe, then I really don't know who will come down."Go to the water, you can go to the corpse rescue team, I, Liu Wensan, don't have that ability. "
"Sixteen, show Feng Zhirong too. He wants to force Uncle Wen into the water and kill Uncle Wen. How many days will he live before he is punished?"
To be honest, apart from being afraid, I was also very upset.
Feng Zhirong is indeed rich and powerful, and even more powerful.
But what's the matter?
Furthermore, Uncle Wen spent the whole night in the river yesterday, and it is true that no one can be found, and it is not a matter of money.
Can't he be forced to go down and die in Yangjiang? !
I fixedly looked at Feng Zhirong's face, but I couldn't see any accidents.
He has a good face, and his bones are not bad, but he still looks like a long-lived man
I said unnaturally: "Uncle Wenhe should have no retributionhe can live for a long time"
These are completely subconscious words.
"" Liu Wensan glared at me.
At the same time, Feng Zhirong suddenly raised his hand.
My heart was shocked, and I subconsciously felt for the hammer. If we really wanted to fight, we would definitely not be able to fight, but with the hammer in my hand, I would definitely have to drag a few backs.
Even staring at Feng Zhirong, I still want to rush up, and I shouldn't be able to fight if I catch him?
Thoughts were just in the blink of an eye, but those people didn't seem to do anything.
Instead, Feng Qu turned around and got into the car, lifted a wooden pallet from the car, and put it on the table in front of Liu Wensan and me.
Feng Zhirong raised his hand and lifted the white cloth on the wooden tray.
What came into view turned out to be a green linen jacket, a pair of linen trousers, and a string of ropes that seemed to be broken.
A divination knife full of rust marks was placed on it.
The wooden pallet was very big, nearly one meter in length, and the divination knife was extraordinarily thick.
Although it is rusty and mottled, the blade is still sharp and the back is very thick.
In addition, there are some small objects, a bell similar to what Liu Wensan gave me, and some mahogany nails.
At that time, Liu Wensan's expression changed.
He suddenly took two steps forward, directly in front of the tray, and pressed the table firmly, his eyes were red.
"Why are these things with you?"
Obviously, these are the items of the corpse hunter, but I always feel that this set of things and clothes is much better than Liu Wensan's.
Especially the divining knife, which exuded an evil spirit.
Liu Wensan doesn't even have such a big knife, it's just a dagger with a bite on his mouth, and the bell he gave me is also broken.
Even I feel that Liu Wensan has many things that are not complete.
He is indeed a very powerful corpse hunter!
But if you compare it with me now, he is very capable and knows a lot, but the equipment is not as good as mine, which has just learned how to catch the yin.
Corpse picker is also a very powerful profession, there are only a few shabby utensils for no reason.
A string of rope, a set of linen clothes, a knife, a bell
Liu Wen went down the river three times, and it seemed like he was desperately fighting with his arms bare.
"With these things, you should be able to go down the river."
Feng Zhirong did not answer Liu Wensan's words, but was still talking about going down the river.
Liu Wensan remained silent.
Feng Zhirong said again: "Didn't you tell Lao Guo today, Yangjiang has been restless these days!"
"It's best not to go down to the fishermen or the fishing boats in the whole Yangjiang River, and don't let anyone go to do business on the water, so as to avoid any more deaths."
"Old Guo is the captain of a corpse hunting team. He is not capable of handling this matter well, and there is no one above him to communicate with. Few fishermen and businessmen will listen to him."
"But someone should listen to me, Feng Zhirong."
"My more than fifty people have been stationed on the Yangjiang River since today! Whoever dares to go down will be sent to the hospital first, and I will pay for the medical expenses! If the ship crashes, I will pay for the compensation!"
"Liu Wensan, I just have one request, I want my son to go ashore!"
"As long as you get my son ashore, these things are not only for your use, but I can also give them to you directly."
"I know what you want most, I want you to exchange my son's body!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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