The rise of the reborn hero

The distance of thirty-five meters, from the running attack to the end, the entire lightning-fast process may seem long when described in words, but in fact it only takes less than ten seconds in total.

Things happened so quickly that Guo Bainian didn't even know how the other party wielded the sword until he died.

When a person dies, everything disappears.

At the end of this barbaric era, the only thing left behind by Guo Baibai, who is worth tens of millions and spends money like water, is just a legend in the world.

The creator of this legend is the Eight Roots System of the Qing Gang, which has disappeared in the long river of history.

A vendetta far away in western Shanxi could not cause any ripples in Tiandu.

On the contrary, Su Pingnan's casual trip was enough to attract many eyes that had been paying attention to Jinxiu.

Su Pingnan had a tight schedule. After visiting three factories and four construction sites, the man sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce received a call from Murong Qingqing.

After hanging up the phone, the man looked a little surprised, and then showed a long-lost smile to Du Jiu who was driving.

"Sure enough, it was the Qing Gang. No one would have thought that one of the eight root systems was in Tiannan."

As the man said these words, Du Jiu's face immediately became serious.

He is the earliest Northwest wolf, so naturally he is no stranger to the past. After all, the famous name of the Eight Root System is a legend among the older generation. An ordinary existence.

Now that Jinxiu and Jiashitang are having trouble, the guys in Jishitang who are all-powerful in Fengyuechang are indeed as vicious as ever.

They have no intention of having a serious fight with Jinxiu Tangtang, but instead they are trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Even if The current Jinxiu can be said to be like a tiger sitting on a dragon's plate, but in Du Jiu's heart, the Eight Root System is still an object that must be paid special attention to.

"Go to Laochang Street."

Su Pingnan dropped the project progress information in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said,"Since the other party has been under our eyes for so many years, let's go visit the old senior.."

Following the man's words, looking down from the sky, the mighty convoy immediately split into two sections, with more than a dozen black cars turning around like long snakes.

Tiandu Old Factory Street, before the reform and opening up, was undoubtedly the most glorious place.

In any era, the circulation rate of banknotes is the decisive factor in whether a place is prosperous or not. At that time, Tiandu was known as the city of thousands of factories, and about 50% of the factories and mining enterprises had family houses in this area.

Don’t underestimate everyone’s monthly salary of tens of dollars.

Because of the large number of people, this ratio is not small. Tiandu's first song and dance troupe, billiard hall and even video hall were all born in this old street.

In its heyday, in the late 1980s, there were two Western restaurants on the old street. This also shows the prosperity of the old street.

If you want to marry a man in the old neighborhood, you will never go to Qingliangli.

This was the mantra that many matchmakers used when introducing their partners.

However, with the passage of time, the old street has been completely abandoned by the rapid development of Tiandu due to its geographical location. Except for the tube buildings mottled by time and the still prosperous vegetable market, everything else has disappeared without a trace in the tide of the times. No trace.

Even the cinema and Lao Cai Plaza, which were known as the popular places of Lao Cai back then, were demolished in the past few years and replaced by a foreign trade company and district office building.

Since we want to mention Lao Cai, we have to mention Sun Kee Clothing, a time-honored brand that seems to have existed since the birth of Lao Cai.

Cheap and good technology.

This is the only impression that many elderly street people have about Sun Ji's clothing. After all, the boss Sun Ji who made the clothes back then was a tailor from Shanghai. Those people in Tiandu have never seen such needlework and style before.

Including the most popular bell-bottoms in Tiandu at that time, almost half of them were produced by Sun Jizhi, a store of less than 50 square meters.

But I didn’t know why at the time, even though Old Man Sun had made so much money, he never had the idea of ​​expanding his business. Even after his death, his three children who inherited the family business did not separate the family. Instead, they kept the business very securely. The store, which is quite profitable but will never starve to death, has a very leisurely life.

Of the three children in the Sun family, only the eldest is a son.

The two younger sisters also respected the eldest son of the family extremely, and almost only worked in the tailor shop's clothing room, leaving all external business to the eldest brother Sun Wang.

And Sun Wang, the only son of the Sun family, had indeed inherited Old Man Sun's legacy.

Sun Wang, who was lying on the rocking chair outside as usual, looked leisurely at the streets that were no longer bustling. The old radio placed at his feet was A Suzhou tune by Wu Yuan and Ruan Nong was playing babblingly, like a faded old photo.

The sound of roaring engines broke the tranquility of the old street.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily looking at the entrance of the old street, and in everyone's sight, black luxury cars one after another, mixed with tough and domineering arrogance, slowly drove into this place that was almost forgotten by the sky. corner of

".It's a beautiful car."

Fatty Lin, who runs a restaurant on the corner, murmured to himself, his eyes full of surprise.

"Xiaohongpao comes to the old street."

This is the exclaim of a few middle-aged people who are considered important people in the old street after seeing that Rolls-Royce. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Time seems to have stopped. Same.

Everyone just stared blankly as the cars parked in front of Sun Ji Clothing Shop, and then the iron palms of the leather boots under the feet of dozens of sturdy men in Jinxiu Security's unique black suits tapped on the cement floor. With a unanimous response, Su Pingnan, a man who had been completely demonized in the minds of Tiandu people, appeared in the sight of people in Laojie. He did not have three heads and six arms, was not eight feet tall (very good), and did not have a green face and fangs.

He just had a face that looked strong enough, and he was wearing an ordinary light blue suit with no visible brand. Perhaps the only thing that was special was that his eyes were sharp, like a bird circling in the sky and then finding its prey. eagle..punishment.

"Mr. Sun Shichang is the eldest brother and your father?"

Su Pingnan walked to Sun Wang who suddenly stood up from the recliner and spoke slowly.

"yes."

Sun Wang replied awkwardly. It was obvious that Su Pingnan's aura made him a little scared.

"A furnace of cigarettes was rising, and three old men and four young men were sitting in the hall."

Su Pingnan clasped his fists under Sun Wang's shrinking gaze, with an extremely serious expression,"Su Pingnan, who is a junior in Tiannan, would like to have a few words with Tanhualang, who is still guarding one of the eight roots of Pan Qianweng's scabbard."

Fifty years later, the Green Gang's incision has once again appeared in the current world.