Half past six in the afternoon.

The sky in San Francisco suddenly became gloomy, and then it began to rain sparsely and heavily.

After dinner, a group of people gathered around and watched TV.

The Simpsons

I watched my son being good at skateboarding, spray painting graffiti, and often making harassing phone calls and teasing Moe at the bar with word games.

But Bart was choked by his father Homer in anger.

A typical person who weighs more than 230 pounds (more than 104 kilograms), has a simple mind and a bad temper, and looks full of violence.

It started airing on December 17, 1989, and quickly occupied every household.

Of course, some people report that violence can lead to bad children.

Fox Broadcasting Company was also very tough, almost pointing and scolding: "MB, you are the only one with too many things to do."

Gao Jun stood at the door, smoking a cigarette, but looking at his watch from time to time.

"Ajun, what do you want tonight?" Nie Dakuan turned around and asked suddenly.

"I'll go out later and have some business."

"Still going out at night? It's not safe in San Francisco these two days. My mahjong team has reduced my activities. I don't go out as much when I have nothing to do." My cousin also said.

"It's okay, Tonikov and the others are with me."

Nie Dakuan took a deep look. He felt that the other party had not taken his words to heart, which made his eyes full of worry.

My cousin also looked at her husband.

"Be careful on the road."

After two minutes, Nie Dakuan opened his mouth and said.

Gao Jun nodded and walked out. Alva held an umbrella, stepped through the rain puddles, and helped open the door. After the boss got in, he walked around to the driver's seat and closed the umbrella smoothly.

Start the car and drive away in the dark.

"Don't think about it. Ah Jun is an adult too. He knows what he is doing. You have been very busy with your business recently, so go to bed early."

"Business? Where does my business come from? I don't know where it comes from? It's all given by Huo Bingkun, President Shi and others. Isn't it to give face to Ajun?"

He lives a very clear life.

But his tone was also a bit dull. He opened a law firm in Chinatown, and the business was lukewarm, but he was satisfied. The sudden good business did not make him feel happy at all.

"I'm afraid he'll be a bad learner!"

Next to him, Nie Zhenbang couldn't help it anymore, "Dad, there are gold belts for killing people and setting fires, and there are no corpses for building bridges and roads. If our family can gain some experience from decades of development, it is that in the United States, making money is the only way to make money."

Be more shameless than others."

"You bastard, what did you say? Do you believe it or not? I slapped you against the wall and you couldn't even pick it off!"

Nie Zhenbang trembled with fright, but still stiffened his neck, "I'm right, money is the best thing in the world. It can make you forget your worries, sorrows, and pains. Although this is only temporary, I

Now we really need money to anesthetize ourselves, everyone needs it."

"If you keep talking, I won't beat you to death today."

…

The Ford drove over the puddle, causing a splash of water.

This car was purchased.

Used to travel around San Francisco.

Gao Jun looked out the window, the patter of raindrops hitting the lathe, and homeless people could be seen in the corner of the building outside.

Everyone is busy, either busy living or busy dying, there are only two options.

Gao Jun lowered his head, slowly peeled off the gum wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

Life is so hard.

I want to eat sweets too.

If I don’t fight, it won’t be mine.

Do you understand?

If you are not ruthless, you have no share.

When I turned the corner, I saw a brightly lit funeral parlor. I saw people wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas standing around on the road outside. I could even see police vehicles in the distance, but no police officers were seen.

A cordon was set up two hundred meters away.

The Ford car was blocked, and I saw a young man coming over. He looked at the back seat and said, "Boss, we have to walk."

Gao Jun nodded.

Tonikov got out of the car and held the umbrella for him.

"Mr. Gao." As soon as he shouted, he saw Huo Bingkun coming with a dozen of his younger brothers, standing in the rain, and they all bowed, "Mr. Gao."

The sound was quite loud, and there were still many people around. They all looked over in surprise. Some of them were very knowledgeable and whispered to each other.

"Is there just that many people?"

"There are more than two hundred people around. As long as there is a problem, everyone will be lying in a coffin tonight!"

Gao Jun smiled and said, "Harmony brings wealth, and harmony brings wealth."

The two walked side by side towards the funeral home.

"This old man is dead, but he still has such a good reputation." Huo Bingkun said.

"Death is the greatest thing, and we must respect him appropriately."

"About 18 Asian groups came today, including Italians and Americans."

"It's a big scene, but you have to enjoy it while you are alive, otherwise, after you die, others will enjoy it for you."

"I heard that Master Tuo found a 19-year-old concubine..."

"Getting stronger with age!"

The two of them chatted indifferently. They walked up the steps and stood at the door. They could hear the bustle of people inside. There were a few middle-aged people wearing black veils sitting at the door. They were holding calligraphy brushes and writing on the door.

Ledger.

This is called: favor!

"Myanmar Wanhe, Nguyen Chi Ming 60,000 silk gold!" King Kong stood at the door and shouted. This also reminded the people inside that when someone comes in, they can greet them if they are friends, but if they are enemies, everyone should pay attention on this occasion, so as not to

Each is embarrassed.

A society has a way of living in a society.

"Mr. Gao, do we want to come together?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Huo Bingkun nodded, handed over the white bag he had prepared, and said his name. The man holding the pen paused and nodded towards King Kong who called the door.

"Chinatown Quansheng Hall, Huo Bingkun 20,000 silk gold!"

It can be clearly felt that the sound inside stops.

Gao Jun also placed the prepared silk gold on the table.

"You are?"

"Just write Mr. Gao."

Mr. Ledger nodded hesitantly.

"Mr. Gao, 20,000 pieces of gold!"

If Gao Jun can be asked to pay so much money, Master Tuo should die in peace.

When the two of them walked in with Ma Zai, they saw a huge portrait, and next to it were several family members kneeling in mourning and mourning, weeping.

There were many people standing on both sides, all dressed in black.

There were four old men who were about the same age as Master Tuo sitting upright. When they saw them coming in, they had different expressions.

"He is Huo Bingkun? He lives in Chinatown?"

"That's Mr. Gao? What's his real name?"

"TMD, the brat came out of nowhere again. I feel like the second master must have known something when he called him here. I heard that Master Tuo died after he came out of his place. This kid must be suspicious."

After taking the incense, the two of them stood and bowed.

"Don't you kneel down!" Someone nearby suddenly shouted, as if in unison, "Kneel down! Kneel down!"

Huo Bingkun had an ugly expression and looked at the white-haired old man sitting there, "Second Master, what do you mean?"

The second master was in high spirits, with a rosy complexion, and was wearing a white mandarin jacket.
To be continued...