Chapter 17 Stay with me tonight

"He is not a god..."

"You are wrong, he is God! In his eyes, we are all just ants!" Ma Jian seemed to have made up his mind: "That's it! After working for so long, I'm getting old... It's time to wash my hands and quit.

"What! Do you want to wash your hands? Lan Xinyi was stunned and her face turned a little pale: "Isn't it? Maybe he's just making a show... Is it really necessary?"

"We are very lucky to know this news!" Ma Jian was a little complacent: "This is thanks to the dark line I bought in the past few years, otherwise I don't know how to die!" I have something to do when I go out. Some assets need to be handled by myself. You stay at home!"

Watching her husband leave in a hurry, Lan Xinyi collapsed on the sofa.

With gorgeous manicure fingers, he picked up the phone tremblingly.

"Hello? A Guang? Are you there? It's wrong... See you at the old place."

She knew that the phone at home was probably not safe, so she didn't dare to say more.

Dozens of minutes later, Lan Xinyi, who was tightly wrapped, appeared in a small hotel room. As soon as she entered the room, she was hugged with both hands and stroked her chest.

"Stop it!" She struggled to break away the other party's sticky hand: "A Guang! Something big has happened!"

"What's the big deal... Does the boss know about us?" This young man named A Guang is about 30 years old, and his appearance and temperament are outstanding.

Standing with Ma Jian, he is almost more outstanding. Although he is just a horse, he and the black and fat Ma Jian are simply two extremes.

"What! You said that the boss is going to wash his hands!? Have you started to liquidate assets? A Guang is very nervous. Over the years, he has been embezzling Ma Jian's property in order to get the favor of Lan Xinyi.

Because of business, there has always been a living money to tear down the east wall to repair the west wall, and it has always relied on running accounts to cover up the money I squandered.

Once the account is cleared, these things will be known to the world. What Ma Jian hates most is that others use their own money and women. Once he knows it...

"We're done!" A Guang collapsed on **, and his trembling hands wanted to touch a cigarette, but he couldn't even find his pocket.

"You should say something!" Seeing that A Guang was scared like this, Lan Xinyi was not angry: "Didn't you say it's okay? Didn't you say you can handle it by yourself? You should say something!"

A Guang didn't say a word, and suddenly said for a long time, "Run! Run away!"

Just as they were planning how to sweep as much money as possible, Ma Jian and several drug lords in the south had gathered together.

Everyone dared not neglect this kind of thing. They all came by their own private plane.

"Is everyone here? Let's talk about it." As the only hegemon in the north, Ma Jian naturally became the host of the meeting.

These southern drug lords are basically suppliers or intermediate links. Only they are connected with processing and bulk goods, some of which are sold locally and some are sold to northern countries.

The rest of the people are also solemn and at a loss.

The three words Pan Hongsheng represent that there is no room for negotiation.

A lot of bloody facts make them have little fluke ideas. The point of the discussion is how to deal with the remaining surplus and the aftermath as soon as possible.

"We don't have much goods on hand, and it's really better to dispose of them at a low price than to take risks in such a dangerous period." Zheng Long, the southern drug lord, nodded: "Even if it can't be sold, just dispose of it. If you don't stare at this time, you will die!"

"The goods are nothing. The two money we have here are not bad. The problem is how can we explain the source of goods on the road?" This is what Ma Jian is most worried about.

You should know that many things can't be finished.

Drugs are produced from Southeast Asia, Myanmar, Vietnam and other places. These mainland drug lords spent a lot of effort to grab them from their competitors.

They can get the goods regularly and steadily because they have reached agreements with the armed forces in these places. Although under the influence of international public opinion and the standardization of Southeast Asia's economic system, this old-fashioned profit-making method of growing opium poppy has gradually become unpopular, it has not disappeared.

The governments of these countries are also difficult to choose.

Leave it to yourself. These people are not fuel-efficient lamps. There are often some harmful behaviors. If they are completely eradicated, they will lose a lot of economic benefits.

Later, the Americans paid a large amount of money to burn the poppy fields, but a small number of people still gathered local forces to grow these devil's gifts in remote places.

"Hey! Yes! These people are not easy to mess with! Our agreement with others is to supply forever. Once..." Zheng Long was also worried: "Pan Hongsheng can't afford to provoke, these people are also..."

"We must take the initiative to solve this matter! Passive solutions will only be controlled by others!" Ma Jian is more experienced: "We have been friends for many years. At this time, I want to remind you: Get your passport and transfer money quickly. If you have no choice, you can emigrate. Others are not afraid that those suppliers are really difficult to deal with.

This is an unusual supply agreement, which may determine the livelihood and life and death of many people.

Pan Hongsheng knew that his order would involve many people, but he knew that no one dared to fight against him.

The more you are in these underground worlds, the more you know how powerful you are.

After the order was issued, a storm was set off everywhere, and some unwitting drug dealers were arrested one after another, crying and shouting.

The criminals in prison are overcrowded, especially in some big cities.

The richer the place, the more likely people are to have spiritual emptiness. In fact, the most terrible thing is not something else, but spiritual emptiness; drugs are just the last straw that makes people completely destroyed.

Pan Hongsheng didn't expect that even a few drug lords would disappear. These little fish and shrimp alone were enough to fill several prisons.

Although the order was executed by lightning, he was a little dissatisfied.

Because while the drug lords disappeared one by one, shootings began to occur frequently in some cities in the south.

The incident began to get bigger and bigger, from a simple shooting and assassination to a large number of armed militants fighting with guns.

Although the armed police were gone, these militants appeared in an endless stream in various places, and the panic of the people began to rise sharply for a while.

"Are you going out again?" Xu Shu looked at Pan Hongsheng, who was packing his luggage, and his resentful eyes came again: "Why don't you have a head? Did you forget what you said to me? I'm really worried..."

"Don't worry about these little things." Pan Hongsheng smiled faintly: "The wind and waves are coming. It's just the struggle of the little flies."

"Hongsheng... Have a good sleep tonight." Xu Shu gently hugged his thick back from behind. The soft peaks and tough spines blended together, and Pan Hongsheng's throat thumped.