To be better, Xicheng District is full of lifestyle, but to be honest, it is dirty and messy. You can buy all kinds of beverages, vegetables, and meat at half price in Xicheng District. If you go to the Ailing District under your jurisdiction, the price is even lower than you imagine.

It was just four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were idle people sitting in the street stalls in Xicheng District to eat at a roadside stall, one hundred yen and two chicken skewers and one hundred twenty yuan per glass of beer. These roadside merchants use their strength to interpret what small profits are but quick turnovers. Customers who sit in the seat also understand that such cheap meat is probably not a good product, but it's enough to eat it. It's so cheap, and it doesn't matter if you can't kill people. Health preservation is the enjoyment of rich people. If they can live to the average age of the people, they won't lose money, and paying attention to health preservation every day may lead to accidents one day.

"I'm going to die, have you seen the fire in Shindi in Feitian?"

"It's been a morning, didn't it?"

"I just put out, but fortunately it was burned during the day. If it were at night, how many cute little girls would die."

Some people eat foods that are almost deteriorated every day, but naturally some people eat delicious foods all day long.

The Erchome family has a restaurant that has a signboard but never opens to the public.

“Cruff.”

Shillong ate the chicken he had signed in one bite and poured it into beer in one bite. It was simply a paradise on earth.

Everyone in the second chapter knows the background of this store. Those who come and go to this store are all wearing black clothes and are extremely terrifying at first glance. Ordinary people go as far as they go.

A man with half-white hair and sunglasses opened the store with two followers. The group of them had a solemn temperament.

Shillong looked up and smiled cheerfully when he saw the person coming.

"Boss of Imai Xi, the best Wagyu." The visitor walked in with a luxuriously packaged Wagyu beef in his hand, "I guess you were drinking in the store."

"Oh! It's Yagi." Imaki, who had a flower arm, patted his thighs, took a bold sip of beer, and the younger brother next to him immediately added a seat.

Shitaka Imaki is a gangster in the Nichome neighborhood, and Yagi is not afraid of giving in. In name, they belong to the same group, but they are constantly in conflict, but the two of them have been restraining and there is no conflict. They are always harmonious when they meet each other.

Shillong is delicious today, especially when there is a happy event, his appetite is even better.

"The top shireng is the best thing to use for roasting." Yagi handed over the beef to his younger brother who was serving the barbecue.

The younger brother respectfully took the gift bag and quickly picked up the snow-flake beef from it. He carefully placed it on the barbecue net and roasted it. Such a large piece of beef was enough for him to eat for several months.

From birth to death, from tongue to hooves, every part of the cow is clearly marked with price tags. The death of a wagyu is the echo of a string of money. The same is true for the business that Jin Shilong is responsible for. In his eyes, a high-quality girl is no different from a cow. She is pointed to her toes, and every inch can squeeze out huge profits. After a complete process, more than one billion profits can be easily created. Although Jin Shilong can only get a small part, it is enough for him to enjoy it.

Shiratoshi is not responsible for the operation of specific customs shops. He is an intermediary who finds prey from Osaka and Osaka, guides them into the fire pit by setting up condoms or temptations, and then sends them to hotels or Mamasan’s shops, so that they can only get a relatively small commission.

Starting from voluntarily or forcibly jumping into the fire pit, those girls are destined to become living money-making machines. Unlike artists who can enjoy sky-high salaries on the other side, even serious film and television artists in the island country basically have nine yuan taken away by the agency for every ten yuan of income. Therefore, many artists who are glorious on TV actually have only a few hundred million yuan in real savings, so there will never be a shortage of celebrities in the news that they will no longer live in a miserable life and are in a difficult situation.

This is true for glamorous artists, let alone those girls who are pushed into the fire pit. They create a profit of 100 yuan. It is already a mercy to have one yuan for themselves. In addition to filming, the film company will also let them receive business, and occasionally you can see once-famous teachers in some custom stores in Tokyo.

It is precisely because of a complete system that is comparable to mechanized breeding and slaughtering beef cattle - custom shops - movies - reception business - movies, Shillong has made money that ordinary people can't make in their lifetimes, but who doesn't want to go further? He is unwilling to be an intermediary. He clearly holds high-quality resources, but can only make small profits. If there are dozens of shops in Feitian Xindi as a springboard...

And it was also very difficult to be an intermediary. For example, the thorn that jumped into the river a few days ago made him get scolded and spent a lot of money to settle the impact of the matter.

He bit the chicken with big mouthfuls, and the thick gravy spilled out.

"It's really time for the fire in Shinji in Feida during the day." Yagi said with a smile, squinting his eyes, "The boss in the group had an accident when he was dissatisfied with Yanagawa. He died. It is said that there were three or four mothers, and Yanagawa seemed to be unsuitable for this position."

Yanagawa is the head of dozens of shops in the Hitoshita Shinji Group. The money he earns every day makes Imashiro jealous, but in terms of level, Yanagawa is higher than the two.

Jin Shilong burst his mouth and laughed: "I know you suspect I did it, but I promise you that I absolutely don't know about this. I have been so depressed that I stay here every day these days. What's the point of me going to compete for those dozens of stores?"

If we can directly swallow up the stores with a lot of traffic in Feitian Xindi, we don’t know how much money we can make in one night! But Shillong has never found an opportunity to intervene. For decades, the internal forces that are mixed inside are not something that he can do in a new neighborhood gangster like him can only take over with the help of the power of the group.

Today, such an opportunity finally came out. The fire during the day burned dozens of connected shops. Under pressure, the government will definitely make rectifications. That is the time to start.

The chicken on the barbecue grill crackled, and the two blocks of gangsters looked at each other and smiled.

As soon as the steak on the grill was turned over, a strange noise suddenly came from the second floor of the cooking house.

The floor on the second floor is the ceiling on the first floor. When the second floor vibrates, the dust on the ceiling falls in confusion. Geum Shillong's face changed and stood up and roared, "Who is doing what the hell is on it?"

After eating a few bites of Fei Ai Shillong's good mood was instantly ruined, and he threw the beer bottle to the stairs on the second floor.

"Crack."

The beer bottle fragments hit the stairs, and the raucous wine flowed down the steps.

"squeak."

A pair of black boots stepped on the glass fragments, and the man in his special costume walked down.

Bug-like eyes, green scarf, ridiculous special photography clothing.

"Fly monster?"

Shiroong was stunned and forgot that he should scold and laugh now, but why did a pervert suddenly come down from the second floor?
Chapter completed!