Chapter 312: Uncle Sam's Bistro (one more)
"I'm in California." As soon as the call was connected, Wei Sheng curled up his lips and leaned on the window sill, looking sideways at the scenery outside the window.
Puff!
There seemed to be a sound of something falling on the phone, followed by Cyril's rather calm and playful voice, "What happened last time?"
Wei Sheng knew that he was asking about the phone that was interrupted halfway by the Huangpu River that day, so he smiled and said, "Do you know the Huahui? I was assassinated by them."
"State Z to the Uyghur Party's Flower Meeting?" Cyril's voice on the other end of the phone was slightly solemn. He paused for a while. During this period, the sound of the phone tapping on the keyboard could be heard clearly from the microphone, "This organization is considered to be in your country. It's terrible."
Wei Sheng was not surprised at this conclusion. He had no grievances with them, perhaps just to give the Zhengdang a prestige, or maybe just to think that he was an eyesore, and the other party was'reckless' by shooting openly along the Huangpu River. I don't have the courage and backstage to dare to do such a thing.
"How terrible is it?" Wei Sheng stared at his nails and asked in a soft voice.
"Take a little bit of the nature of our mafia. The difference is that most of the mafia in your country seem to like to rely on the state to earn money from ordinary people. In your era, most of them used gambling, collecting protection fees, forced demolition, etc. These people have turned into philanthropists, well-known entrepreneurs, real estate dealers, and automobile transport merchants after more than ten years by cleaning up rivers by stealing sand and gravel, or by transportation.” Cyril’s voice came slowly from the phone, it seems It is analyzing the data while studying.
He continued, "The gangsters in your country in the 1980s and 1990s lacked organizational discipline, but the Huahui was different. According to 2014 data, Lin Xiao, the head of the Huahui, was arrested in 2011 for attempting to intervene in controlling the stock market. The investigation was wanted, and then he took a lot of your national secrets and fled to the R book. Under the protection of the Yamaguchi group, he survived. He even released a memoir this year, but it is prohibited in your country."
Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "This Lin Xiao still has the heart to publish a memoir. This is not tantamount to blatant provocation. Didn't Country Z apply for an international organization to allow R Ben to repatriate Lin Xiao?"
There was a silence on the other end of the phone, only a crackling sound was heard. After a while, Cyril yelled, "Oh, I found it. This forum specifically analyzes the deeds of Lin Xiao at Huahui. I don’t know if the news is true or false, but Someone revealed that Lin Xiao has been threatened with assassination by your country since he fled to R. Obviously, Lin Xiao has something ugly in his hands, and your country doesn’t need to bring this to the table, except for domestic wanted. Outside of the instruction, there was no announcement abroad."
Immediately afterwards, Wei Sheng learned from Cyril that Huahui had contracted to clean up a large number of rivers around the S Sea, and secretly they reselled arms, controlled casinos, and even influenced some current decisions. This is considered a vital issue for the Uyghur Party in China. An important branch, but there is a faint momentum of a dominant disobedience.
Wei Sheng had already felt that the current situation of the Z State Party is somewhat chaotic. After all, the emperor is far away from the mountain. In a sense, these more capable members in China have a tendency to use and cooperate with the organization.
For example, Huahui, such as Fu Xuebin.
Therefore, people like Yan Baiqing are needed to adjust and deal with each other.
"You turn around to make a memoir of Lin Xiao and see if there is anything valuable in it." Wei Sheng said with a smile, then turned and looked out the window.
"Oh!" Cyril mumbled helplessly, "I have to remind you that in your country above the righteousness, the Huahui is more powerful than you think, dear lunatic, do you really plan to fight them? ?"
Wei Sheng groaned and chuckled, "You know, I'm a lunatic."
After that, she raised her hand and looked at her watch, "Give me the specific addresses of your school and aunt's house."
Wei Sheng used the note on the bedside to write down the address. As soon as he did it, someone knocked on the door of the room.
Hanging up the phone, pressing the note under the water cup, Wei Sheng turned around and walked to the door to open the door.
Standing outside the door was a smiling sail.
"Sister Wei, shall we rest or eat first?" Yangfan asked while standing at the door with a smile.
"Enter." Wei Sheng turned his head to the inside of the room, turned and entered the room, and smiled in his mouth at the same time, "Tell me again, call me Wei Sheng later."
Looking at Wei Sheng's back, Yang Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and he slowly reached into his trouser pocket with one hand, where a hotel fruit knife was hidden.
He remembered Bao Yuya's words, and from what Wei Sheng had done before, they analyzed that although the girl was young, she was mature, vicious, and good at hiding behind the scenes and playing tricks. Not only did Li Xianzong, Gan Bo and others die in her In his hand, even Yuan Chunbo’s disposition to hide a knife in a smile convinced her. Not only that, but the Zhi Uyghur Party also invited her to join. Once she waited for her to sit up and found out that he was sailing with Li Xianzong’s ex-wife in private, he would definitely not Let them go.
Moreover, Li Wenmiao wanted to avenge her father, Bao Yuya and others also hated Wei Sheng. The only chance for their mother and daughter to get revenge was on themselves...
Thinking of this, Yang Fan's eyes flickered, and the palm of the fruit knife was slowly pulled out.
He knew that although the subordinates Wei Sheng had brought on this trip were brought by him and Qian Bin from Chaonan, their purpose was to protect Wei Sheng and would not let himself be ordered, so the chances of getting underway were minimal.
"Drink water." Wei Sheng suddenly turned around, smiling at Yangfan with a water glass in his hand.
Yangfan's expression stagnated, a slightly stiff smile was raised on his face again, and he reached out to take the water glass, "Thank you."
Wei Sheng stared at him with a smile, Yangfan awkwardly lowered his head and drank water, his heart was a little hairy, didn't you just tell her to see anything?
"Call everyone to take a rest, let's go out to eat." Wei Sheng took the water glass in Yangfan's hand, turned around and handed him the note on the table. "You can find out how far these two addresses are from us and how to get there."
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Cyril is now turning out his pale yellow walled courtyard, saying it is pale yellow. It is better to say that the courtyard is khaki yellow. Aunt Pestin did change the original two-bedroom house to three-bedroom because of his arrival. The original house was in the downtown area, but the three-bedroom house now replaced is located in a remote area near the bridge, surrounded by motels and dirty taverns. It is a low-level area of ??Camarillo.
"Hey! Cyril! I found out, Tocumossi will go to Uncle Sam's tavern with her female companions in a moment. Oh! How are you picking up girls like this? Your damned aunt is so bad to you. Look!"
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