Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

  Stayed in the hospital for almost half a day, the three brothers had a meal together and drank a little wine, when it was getting dark, Yan Dong asked Wen Xu to stay at his home for the night.

  Wen Xu waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll drive back!"

   "Is it okay? The arrests are quite strict at this time, don't get caught for drunk driving or something," Yan Dong said.

  Wen Xu said with a smile: "I didn't even drink one or two! Most of the bottle of wine was drunk by you two."

  Zhao Defang also said: "It's getting dark, you drive back alone? You can just stay overnight in this dark place!"

   "Isn't it the same if you go back today? It's fine, you two don't try to persuade me." Wen Xu insisted on going back.

   Seeing that Wen Xu had said that, the two brothers stopped talking, and they stopped drinking, but everyone still gathered around the table to eat and chat together.

   After more than an hour, everyone paid their bills and left. When they arrived at the parking lot, Yan Dong and Zhao Defang waited for the driver, while Wen Xu got into the car and drove home.

After driving for about half an hour, I got out of Mingzhu and was about to get on the expressway. I found that this section was crowded. The navigation looked red, and the estimated time to pass was 40 to 50 minutes. Wenxu didn’t want to wait here, so I chose again. Road.

Turning off the main road, turning left, turning right and driving for a while, Wen Xu realized that the road he had chosen was a bit nonsense. Many places on this road were dark and shady, and occasionally a small village could be seen. Even Wen Xu, who lives in Mingzhu People who have been here for many years are surprised that Mingzhu still has this place.

There are very few cars on the small road. Occasionally, one of them is a muck truck or a large truck with a trailer. It is obvious that these cars are used to avoid tolls. Wen Xu Lu Xun is special among such cars conspicuous.

  There are no lights on the small road, and the road is uneven. The car with potholes is like dancing on it.

After driving for about 20 minutes, Wen Xu felt that he felt a little drowsy. Anyone who drives alone knows that if someone sitting next to him is okay and talks to you, he will feel better. It is easy to make the driver sleepy. As soon as Wen Xu felt that he was a little sleepy, he came up with a solution, released one of the **** leopards in the space, and let this guy sit in the middle row to 'chat' with him. Even if you don't chat, just listening to its movements in your ears, and swearing a few words when you have nothing to do can cheer yourself up a little.

"What kind of **** navigation is this!" Wen Xu saw that he had been driving for so long and was still walking around in this desolate land, and there were endless wheat fields around him, so he couldn't help cursing the navigation, and then turned it on. The car stopped on the side of the road, picked up the navigation and re-selected a route that seemed to be closer to the highway.

Walking along the new road for about ten minutes, this road is obviously much better than the one just now, at least it doesn’t look like the car was dancing like before, the road here is at least a standard two-way two-lane road Yes, from time to time you can see a traffic light or something.

   After walking for less than five minutes, Wen Xu saw the car in front slowing down. Wen Xu wanted to overtake, but there were only two lanes on the road, and there were cars on the opposite side. How could this car overtake?

Following behind the car in front, Wen Xu drove slowly on the side of the road. After a while, some small houses appeared on the side of the road. These small houses were quite common in Wen Xu's memory. In the past, there were such small houses next to the national highway. It says something like parking for meals, car washing and accommodation. Anyway, I just rely on the road to do some small business to make a living.

  Wen Xu was stretching his head and watching, when he suddenly saw someone walking over and knocking on his car window.

   Gently pressed a slit, and before Wen Xu could speak, he heard the person standing by the car say: "Boss, girl, do you want to play? It's cheap! One hundred and fifty full jobs"

Depend on! In Wen Xu's heart, a bunch of scumbags rushed past, thinking: This pimp is a little too unreliable, if I am a driver of the land patrol, if I really like this, I won't go to more high-end venues, I have to Until you suffer so much? Look at your houses, all of them are like the buildings before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

   "No need!" Wen Xu waved his hand.

  The man didn't say anything, he just glanced at Wen Xu, then turned his head and walked back.

  Wen Xu didn't take it seriously, and waited for the car in front to turn into a roadside parking lot, so he stepped on the accelerator and continued to move forward.

   Who knew that after less than one kilometer, a checkpoint appeared in front of him, a wooden refusal horse, with a few flashing police lights on it.

Seeing Wen Xu approaching, a fat man in his thirties, almost forty, wearing a security suit wearing a steel helmet made by the former military, which was probably the helmet used in the counterattack against Vietnam, stepped forward. The man was very fat, His face was so fat that it looked like an ugly orange sold at a fruit stand.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

  Chou Juzi patted Wen Xu's car window.

"What's up!"

   "Invitation fee!" Ugly Orange glanced at Wen Xu, then pushed the helmet on his head with the rubber stick in his hand, and then glanced at Lu Xun in front of him.

   Wen Xu asked, "How much?"

   "Two thousand!" The fat man continued.

  Wen Xu was stunned for a moment and said casually, "So much?"

"Brother, you don't need money for the windy and rainy stations. Besides, you drive such a good car and still care about one or two thousand dollars?" Ugly Orange seemed to be satisfied with warmth, holding The rubber stick was tapped lightly on Wennu's car, making a thumping sound.

   Seeing that Wen Xu didn't speak, Ugly Orange immediately raised his voice: "Pay or not?"

   Before Wen Xu could speak, several people who were chatting at Mu Juma's side immediately threw away the cigarette butts in their hands and walked towards this side.

"Fatty, what's going on!" The leader was a strong man, tall and strong, wearing a shirt with his arms exposed in this weather, and there was a green dragon tattooed on his arm. prestige.

   Talking about Fatty, but looking at Wen Nu coldly.

   "This one doesn't seem to want to give money," Ugly Orange said.

  The strong man walked in front of the car and patted the warm window: "Roll down a little, we don't eat people either!"

  After the brawny man finished speaking, the people who followed behind him burst into laughter, laughing at the cowardice of the driver who was huddled in the car one by one. For them, the business of today's order is decided. They like such timid car owners. They usually pay for it as soon as they are scared, which is more effective than an ATM. What are you most afraid of? Big truck owners, they dare not stop if there is a big trailer, because those guys dare to charge the owner of the toll booth, and if they are not in a good temper, they will run over people to death.

  Wen Xu couldn't be afraid, so he just rolled down all the car windows.

   "Two thousand yuan?" asked warmly and seriously.

  The strong man said: "Who said two thousand! Five thousand!"

   "Then I don't have it!" Wen Xu was also very straightforward.

"Without that, it would be hard to say tonight, whether to leave the car, or leave both the people and the car." The strong man smiled at Wen Xin, he didn't believe that such a rich person would not take a few bags with him when he went out. thousand dollars.

  Ugly Juzi said at this time: "It's okay not to bring cash, Alipay, WeChat transfers, whatever!"

  Wen Xu asked with a smile after hearing this: "You guys are really courageous. There are private roadblocks here and you dare to accept things like Alipay!"

"If I can do this, the only thing I can do is be able to put it in order. Let me tell you less nonsense. Let me tell you, you are a fool. If we dig a hole and bury you, no one will find it. Do you believe it?" Behind the strong man was a young man, pointing and pointing at Wen Nu while talking with his mouth curled up.

  Wen Xu opened his mouth and asked, "Really?"

   "You really think we're joking with you, don't you?" Ugly Orange got angry and stretched out a pair of fat hands, jumped on the pedal and wanted to slap warmly on the face.

   Wen Xu couldn't be slapped by him, he slammed the car door, knocked the ugly orange off the car pedal, and fell to the ground in all directions.

   "What the **** are you looking for..."

  Ugly Juzi sat up and cursed immediately, but before he finished cursing, he was frightened by Wen Wen. Not only Wen Wen, but the strong man and the group of people behind him were all dumbfounded now.

  Wen Xu got out of the car Shi Shiran with a South Asian version of the Type 56 submachine gun in his hand.

  The strong man can think of blocking the road to collect money, and he also knows that he is not a brainless product when he sees people collecting money, and even if he has no brains, he knows what it means to be a commoner with a submachine gun in the country!

   Desperadoes!

   Those who dare to take this guy out, or get this thing, are all ruthless characters! In other words, they are not afraid of death at all. The police have to use the armed police to arrest these people. How can these people be compared to those who set up roadblocks privately!

   Besides, these people don't even care about their own lives, so they don't care about other people's lives.

  The brawny man knows that he is a Daoist. As for killing people, it is just to scare people. If someone is killed, it is not a joke.

  Wen Xu here actually wants to scare them. To be honest, the gun can’t even be fired now, because there were a few extra parts when Wen Xu disassembled it by himself last time!

  Plop!

The strong man was the first to take the lead and knelt down, and then he heard the knees of the people following him bend. As for the ugly orange, he turned to one side and immediately sat and kneeled cleverly. The original arrogance on his face was gone. Shui'er changed into a flattering smile, and it was the kind that even showed deep fear in his eyes.

"Brother, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, so I didn't expect to stop you!" The strong man turned into a cowardly man in a second, then turned his head and said to the young boy behind him: "Three Dogs, go and push the guy away!" , let the big brother’s car pass by, you see what happened, isn’t the flood rushing into the Dragon King Temple.”

  Wen Xu wanted to laugh in his heart, and thought: How did I meet such a thing.

   "In the future, recruit more brightly, don't want to make money from everyone!" Wen Xu scolded with a straight face.

   "Yes! Yes, what the elder brother said is true!"

  The kneeling crowd nodded one after another.

  Wen Xu originally wanted to say something else, but when he saw the dragon on Zhuangzhi's arm, he immediately became a little upset, and opened his mouth and said, "You kid, what did you do with the tattoo on your arm!"

   While talking, Wen Xu hit the head of the strong man with the muzzle of a gun. From Wen Xu's point of view, what he was holding in his hand was a fire stick, and he didn't shoot even if there were bullets. What is it but a fire stick?

  But the feeling of a strong man is different. There are not many people who are not afraid of being held to their heads by the muzzle of a gun, including the strong man in front of him.

   "What kind of dragon do you think you got tattooed on your arm? Do you think you are a dragon if you have a dragon tattoo? Shit!" Wen Xu said loudly.

  When Wen Xu's gun hit the strong man's head for the second time, the strong man collapsed and sat down on the ground.

"Brother, brother, this is fake, look!" The strong man was crying, he reached out and grabbed something from his arm, which looked like stockings: "Brother, this is a tattoo sleeve. No tattooed dragon!"

  Wen Xu looked at the strong man's smooth arms, and was speechless for a while.

   "Do you have money?" Wen Xu asked.

  When the strong man heard this, he thought that Wen Xu was short of travel expenses, so he nodded immediately and said, "Yes, but big brother, not much!"

   After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Xu to say anything else, he immediately motioned for a few people around him to take out money, and when he saw that there were still stupefied strong men, he simply took out money from the pockets of a group of younger brothers.

   This group of people deserved to be poor, and five or six people spent less than five hundred yuan on them.

   "Brother, that's all!" The strong man held the money above his head.

  Wen Xu felt that he had to deal with this group of people, so he grabbed the money and put it all in his pocket without even leaving a steel jump.

   "Today is really a coincidence, we are also destined!" Wen Xu put away his gun and got into the car.

   After starting the car, he stuck his head out again, and asked a group of people kneeling on the ground, "You won't wait for me to leave and prepare to call the police?"

   "No, no!" The man who was still kneeling immediately waved his hand.

  Wen Xu smiled, and frightened these guys again: "It's best, this way I save trouble, and you also save trouble!"