Super Special Forces King

Chapter 321 Start From Scratch?

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For about half an hour, the vehicle slowly stopped in front of a restaurant.

Zhao Qiang looked at Zhang Feng and said in embarrassment: "Brother Feng, I should have picked you up in a better place, but now the situation here is like this, you have seen it, so..."

Zhang Feng did not let him continue, patted his shoulder, and interrupted: "Second strong son, do you think I care about those people? We two have known each other since childhood. What kind of person am I? Don't understand?"

Greeting Zhai Qiang and Mike who were bewildered by the heat, everyone walked into the restaurant.

What made Zhang Feng a little pleased was that this restaurant was actually opened by Chinese people! The boss saw that Zhang Feng and Zhai Qiang were both domestic faces of China, so he wiped his hands with his apron, and said with a smile: "From China?"

Zhang Feng nodded and smiled: "Well, I just came here from China."

"Uncle Liu, there will be opportunities to relive the past, let's get some special dishes first, my brother Feng and the others just got off the plane." Zhao Qiangqiang sat down swaggeringly and said.

"Good." The middle-aged man called Uncle Liu agreed and walked towards the back kitchen.

Zhang Feng noticed that although Zhao Qiang called the middle-aged man Uncle Liu, he looked at Zhao Qiang with a little fear.

Put down the question in your mind and sit down.

Soon, fairly authentic Chinese dishes were delivered one by one.

Zhang Feng, Zhai Qiang and others were already hungry, their chests stuck to their backs, and when the food came, no one was pretending to eat them.

While eating, Zhang Feng raised his head and looked at Zhao Qiang and said, "Second strong son, what about the brother who came with you?"

"they?"

Zhao Qiang said: "They have gone back. Now this area is my site. No one will come to make trouble, and they don't need to follow."

Zhang Feng nodded, but didn't say more.

After eating, Zhao Qiang didn't mean to pay. The owner of the restaurant, Uncle Liu, did not ask for any money, and sent Zhang Feng and others out of the restaurant with a very respectful attitude.

Zhang Feng's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Zhao Qiang didn't notice the change on Zhang Feng's face, and boasted, "Brother Feng, tell me everything you need to eat and wear. In this piece, we don't need to spend money, and we can do whatever we want?"

Hearing his words, Zhang Feng's face grew gloomy.

Zhao Qiang drove into a large courtyard. The only building in the courtyard was a two-story dilapidated building, which could be sheltered from wind and rain.

Six or seven black people in the yard were all barefoot and squatting around a **** pot. Everyone was holding a spoon in his hand, scooping dark and sticky food from the pot into his mouth.

When these black people saw Zhao Qiang coming in, they all stood up and greeted respectfully with their heads down slightly.

Although Zhang Feng couldn't understand what they were saying, he guessed from their attitude and tone of voice. It was nothing more than "boss, big brother".

After Zhao Qiang said a few words casually, these black people squatted down again and ate around the cauldron.

Following him into the second-floor house, Zhang Feng turned his head and said to Zhai Qiang and Mike who were following him: "You two find a place to rest first, and turn the jet lag as soon as possible!"

Both Zhai Qiang and Mike nodded and walked toward the second floor.

When Zhai Qiang left, his eyes stayed on Zhang Feng's face, don't give a deep glance at Zhao Qiang.

After the two of them went upstairs, Zhang Feng said to Zhao Qiang: "Second strong son, let's have a good chat."

"Okay, Brother Feng, you don't know that I always miss you." Zhao Qiang was slow to respond and did not hear Zhang Feng's tone.

The two sat opposite each other. Zhang Feng took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, took two sips, and said, "Second strong son, what is your source of income now?"

Speaking of this issue, Zhao Qiang was also a little hard to speak. After a little hesitation, he still said: "The source of income is the protection fees of nearby merchants. They pay, and I protect their safety!"

Similar to what he expected, Zhang Feng nodded and continued: "What is the background of the people outside?"

"You said those black people? They all don't have food. I will feed them, give them some money, and then they will kill me." Since he has spoken, Zhao Qiang has nothing to hide.

"Second strong son, if you tell the truth, don't you just want to get mixed up in such a vague way?" Zhang Feng pinched the cigarette **** out and said solemnly.

"Ugh."

Zhao Qiang sighed and said, "Brother Feng, I don't want to either! But there is no way. I want money without money, people without people, weapons without weapons, what can I do?"

Zhang Feng sneered twice, and slapped Zhao Qiang's head with a slap, and said with a smile: "Look at what your finished calf looks like. What a life like that when I was a child did not starve us to death, now you So unambiguous?"

"I'm here to bring money this time. If I have money, I don't have to worry about weapons? This place in Africa may be short of everything, can it still be short of people?"

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Zhao Qiang's eyes also lit up and said, "Really? Feng Brother, you said it earlier."

"However, no matter what you do, there must be a prerequisite! You must not forget that you are an individual, and you must not forget that you are a Huaxia! From now on, we will not charge Huaxia State’s transaction protection fees, especially for small businesses like Uncle Liu "Zhang Feng said.

"Okay! Brother Feng. I've had it before, but now that you come here, I will do what you say!" Zhao Qiang assured him that he slapped his chest.

Seeing him like this, he smiled helplessly and said: "Second strong son, prepare some daily necessities for the three of us, and a computer! A local phone card!"

"Okay, I'll do it now." Zhao Qiang stood up quickly and walked outside.

He walked out of the room with his front feet, and Zhai Qiang rubbed his painful head and walked down the stairs.

Zhang Feng lit a cigarette again and smoked it slowly. Now things are more difficult than he thought.

Originally thought that the second strong son could have a little power, and then also have a family background. Now it seems that it is nothing more than a gangster who lives on protection fees.

Seeing Zhai Qiang walking down, Zhang Feng said, "Not asleep?"

"Can't sleep." Zhai Qiang sat down in the position where Zhao Qiang had just been, took the cigarette out of Zhang Feng's hand, took out a point, and slowly smoked it.

"Do you have any ideas? How can we all start from scratch now. Master Zhai is a little regretful now that I was abducted and taken to this place or shit?" Zhang Feng sneered.

Zhai Qiang shook his head and said, "I regret that I can't talk about it, but it's worse than I thought. And you have one thing wrong. We are not starting from scratch. At least you have at least 10 or 20 million in your hands. There are thirty million, this money is our biggest capital now."