Chapter 113 Black Tea Fragment

It has been two days since Zhu Nanque came here, and the situation here has been investigated in more detail. This is a complete city closest to the border, and further south from here is a large area of barren land.

Although it is still a hundred miles away from the 'foreign country', most of the residents here have trade relations with them.

Seven or eight towns and villages ruled by the Hu family do not produce grain. Their private army and residential food are bought from here.

These seafood buyers in the seaside town are basically buyers from there. Because we don't produce food and daily necessities, many things in the Hu family's territory have to be bought from the mainland.

To be honest, the aquaculture and light industry manufacturing industries near these places rely on large orders over there. Often, the Hu family purchases hundreds of thousands of thousands of kilograms of grain, meat and vegetables at a time, and some small middlemen purchase luxury goods on a small scale and then sell them to the residents there at a high price.

According to the investigation of Zhu Nanque, most of the residents there are engaged in local military industry and special drug cultivation. To put it bluntly, special drugs are marijuana, poppy and other things. In the past, almost every family planted poppy and sold it to drug dealers. Later. After the intervention of governments and the attack of government forces, the Hu family, who succeeded the Ma family to rule here, naturally dare not be too blatantly, but it is difficult for anyone to resist the huge benefits of this kind of thing. Under the guise of planting medicinal marijuana, in fact, it is still secretly planted on a small scale, but the focus of the industry has shifted from crop cultivation to Processing weapon parts.

Seeing that the other party was worried about Xiaotong's safety, Pan Hongsheng proposed to directly invade the territory of the Hu family to find out.

"I haven't been able to get in these days... Are you surprised?" Zhu Nanque's old face turned a little red when he said about this: "There must be a strong evil degrading master around him! Their guards seem to know my movements in advance, and they will be ambushed by a large group of soldiers as soon as they appear! Although the fire gas is not too lethal, their large-caliber special weapons are very powerful, and my protective gas will immediately lose its effectiveness after a few attacks..."

Pan Hongsheng understood what he said.

The type of gas cultivated by Zhu Nanque itself belongs to the attack-heavy type. In terms of defense, it is already relatively weak, and there is naturally nothing to do in front of a large number of troops with heavy weapons.

Even if he can kill a large number of soldiers from the other party, he is just a drop in front of the huge number of soldiers on the other side.

Pan Hongsheng chatted with the other party for a while and decided to dress up and sneak into the territory of the Hu family with Zhu Nanqueqiao early tomorrow morning.

Zhu Nanque smiled and stood up: "I live nearby. I would like to remind you that this kind of place is not very safe. The less inconspicuous the place, the safer it is sometimes. You should pay more attention to it at night."

"Eh, you can also have a rest. I guess you will be very busy tomorrow." Pan Hongsheng also got up to see him off. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a waiter hurried by with a kettle.

When the other party saw Pan Hongsheng looking at him, he immediately turned his eyes elsewhere; his footsteps suddenly accelerated.

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything and closed the door.

Looking at the time, it was only nine o'clock. He turned on the TV search channel. Today happens to be the day of Zhang Bowen's second round of rematch, and the game seems to have been half broadcast.

Zhang Bowen on the screen seems to be a little nervous. After all, it is a live program. With the upgrade of the game, there are more and more onlookers. The players are facing more and more pressure in the venue.

In a few days, the competition has reached the third round. In the previous top four of the competition a few days ago, Wu Yue and others have been eliminated, and Ouyang has passed the test.

The three people standing on the stage now are Ouyang, the dark horse Zhang Bowen, and Su Lei, a mysterious female player with a wide range of male fans.

The matter of the draft is more complicated and cruel than a world war. Some of these draft players have nothing and do not know the depth and shallow water, and are only regarded as a foil by the program team.

I remember that the last time I watched the audition, a very good little girl's figure, appearance, voice and temperament were first-class. The three beast judges were stunned for more than ten seconds, because they really couldn't find any suitable reason to refuse others. Finally, they actually said, "Your voice has no characteristics and no personality."

This is a universal reason for refusal. No matter how outstanding the player's image, temperament, appearance, and singing skills are, you can use this kind of soup-like reason to refuse.

It's not that Pan Hongsheng doesn't know that the water here is deep and shallow, but after seeing that scene, he is really a little unsipated: at least give her a thing to be determined!

Later, when I thought about it, I actually understood that such an excellent female player would be more eye-catching and cause more trouble if she was selected. I can only blame her for being rootless and not being submerged.

These judges are good at knowing how to avoid risks. If this kind of player is eliminated until the end, there will be a blowout of countless netizens.

Zhang Bowen doesn't seem to be very excited today, because the player he is facing directly now is still Ouyang. The last time he was divided into a group, he controlled the minds of two of the judges with the hands and feet of the eunuch Xiaojing, and directly promoted him with a full score, while Ouyang could only compete with another black international student and another related female player for the remaining place.

However, this Ouyang is indeed very popular. He is far better than Zhang Bowen in singing skills and appearance. The disparity in the number of fans between the two can be judged just by the movement when he played.

Pan Hongsheng took a cigarette and dialed Tang Shao's phone number.

How's it going? Is it possible to do it?" He is a little worried about today's event, because the program director promises only to enter the second round, and what will happen next is like the bearded director said: you can only see your own creation!

To be honest, they can't guarantee it themselves. I thought that several rankings in the competition involved huge interests, and a considerable number of players with related and powerful backgrounds did not show up. In less than a second, who knows who will die?

Although he was just watching the program in front of the screen, Pan Hongsheng still felt extremely nervous.

Because it is already the third round robin, it can be seen that the players attach great importance to every detail of themselves. The female player actually changed several sets of clothes during the live performance to enhance the effect of his song.

But to be honest, Ouyang's ability in all aspects of the three people is the highest. Although Zhang Bowen's performance is a little nervous, he is also moderate, and the female player inherited the glorious tradition of the last round of female players and still follows the Bichi route.

The girl painted her skin black and deliberately wiped her lips into thick hair to make it a little curly. She sang all the kind of pretentious English songs. She used a very pretentious emphasis, and her mouth was wide open and she couldn't wait to eat all the microphone.

Although across the screen, Pan Hongsheng still has the desire to throw away the ashtray in his hand. This kind of goods are now all over the street. Why do you think he is very fashionable, avant-garde and popular? Even the most murderous young woman can raise her middle finger and look at the disdainful white black tea.