The rise of the reborn hero

"There is only one old Maitreya."

After saying this, the two people standing by the boat fell into silence. After a long time, Dong Peng said,"I wonder how Lord Maitreya is doing."

"Maybe dead."

Zhang Hua looked at the gradually clear coastline in the distance, his voice was a little low,"Master Maitreya is too proud, this is good for everyone.".....

Old Maitreya is not dead, but he is getting older.

Black Earth Village in Tumu Town is very small. Although it is a town in name, there are not many people there.

Now the people in Heitu Village have gradually adapted to this old man with a hunched body and a weathered face but always a smile on his face. Here, the old Maitreya has another name.

Rich old man Liu.

This old man Liu, who was called rich, would get up early every day and go to a wholesale department to chat and drink a little wine with a few old men of about the same age. His small life was very leisurely.

Old Maitreya is very popular among these old men.

Old man Liu is very generous.

Old Maitreya was not as fussy as the others. Every time it was his turn to entertain, he would always have a bottle of"good wine" worth more than fifteen yuan and expensive bagged side dishes.

The money was not much, so it didn't matter to Old Maitreya.

The reason why he insists on taking turns to treat guests every day and not ordering overly expensive wine is because the old Maitreya, who lives a good life, knows how to deal with others.

Some things cannot be taken too far. In the Xia Kingdom, moderation is a brand engraved in the bones of many people......

Today is the day for his treat again.

Old Maitreya opened the door and walked out as soon as the sky turned white.

He didn't sleep well last night. Old Maitreya, who played the erhu all night, was even a little depressed. He still got up very early because those old men's drinking buddies were one of his few pastimes. He didn't want to A man sitting alone in an empty room

"Iron pillars, old rules."

The only large wholesale department in town opened very early. As soon as Old Maitreya walked in, he gave a direct instruction without looking up.

"okay."

Tie Zhu is acquainted with these old men who come from home to drink, and many of them even watched him grow up. In order for these old men to drink, Tie Zhu, the owner of the wholesale department, even went to the mountains of cargo boxes to drink. A simple drinking place was built for them.

It was indeed simple enough, just a few stools for cargo boxes and a wooden board. This was the place where these idle old people drank.

Tie Zhu moved all kinds of mustard, ham, soybeans with his hands and feet. He put the things in a cardboard box and carried them over. He smiled and said,"Uncle Liu, help me look after the door for half an hour today. I have something urgent to do.""

"good."

Old Maitreya asked casually in the local dialect,"What are you going to do? Why is it so important?"

"Go greet the new ranger. Tiezhu smiled naively,"Old Uncle Liu, you haven't been here long. If you want to make some extra money in our village, we have to look at the 10,000-acre mountain behind. If you don't welcome people, I'll give them a chance in case they don't let me cut down trees in the future." what to do"

"oh. Before Old

Maitreya could speak, he heard the sound of firecrackers outside and even the sound of gongs and drums. He asked in surprise,"A forest ranger with such a large formation?""

"That tree is full of money."

Tie Zhu put down the box,"Besides, it is said that the ranger replaced this time is also a fighting hero."

"hero?"

The charlatanism in the old Maitreya's bones made him curl his lips, and his tone was somewhat meaningful,"You are a hero if you kill a lot of people?"

"Li Tiangu crippled a leg and killed a platoon. Isn't he still a hero? Otherwise, would it be his turn to get this fat and oily job?"

The words of the little man Tie Zhu contain his understanding of the world.

"Li Tiangu?"

Old Maitreya repeated this rubbish name, never expecting that this name would cause huge waves in this remote and backward mountain village in the future...........

Rich Benson rushed to the devastated building. Before he went upstairs, the content of the phone call he received not long ago was still in his mind.

"Now is the time when Torion Villa is the most lax and the convenience power is the most empty. I want you to encourage Tim Bo to fight back immediately no matter what method you use. I guarantee that you will succeed.

Rich Benson couldn't believe what Aston Dale said,"Are you crazy?""

"Trust me, things will work out. Aston

Dale said coldly,"We have helped you cut off the tiger's claws. Now is the best opportunity to fight back." After today, Johnny will definitely agree to sit down and talk, and then you won’t even dare to take action despite the pressure from all sides."

"Do you know why we sent people to stop your wife before the explosion? Because she is Tim Potts' biological sister."

Without giving Rich Sen a chance to speak, Aston continued,"Find a way to let Tim Potts lead the team personally, he will die there. It is only natural that you, my brother-in-law, will rise to the top and will not arouse anyone’s suspicion."

"What if I don't agree?"

Richie Benson's face was a little distorted. He was not a desperado in essence, he was just a little greedy.

"You understand the consequences. Aston

Dale slowed down his tone after speaking,"Don't worry, we always keep our promises. Once the matter is done, I will let you slowly leave the organization, help you clear your foundation, and let you feel at ease to be in your upper class society.""

Richie Benson fell silent when he thought about the prospect of giving his trading company and the methods behind it these days.

"Believe in my promise."

Aston Dale smiles..........

"Just be fine. Looking at the ugly-looking Tim Potts, Rich Benson said with great concern,"For such a big matter, the police will come quickly. Is there anything I need to deal with?""

"It's okay, the goods are not here, the building is very clean."

Tim Potts knew what Li was talking about. He shook his head,"You leave first. I'm afraid I will go in for a while. We can't live without a leader."

"Tim."

Richie Benson swallowed and whispered in the opponent's ear,"Those guys who came to attack us were blocked on the road. We must take this opportunity to fight back immediately, otherwise we will no longer have a foothold."

"Now?"

Tim Potts couldn't hide his surprise.

"right. Richie

Benson's tone was full of temptation,"Gamble, if we win we will be the gods of Chicago. If we fail, it won't be too late to sit down and talk.""

"But?"

Tim Potts is still a little hesitant.

"Believe my analysis, now I am here to support, Tim, you take people there, without you they would not have the courage to attack Torion Manor."

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