I am the strongest sheriff on the surface

The opening ceremony of the Sungkyun Gymnasium has ended, and the crowd slowly dispersed, only the mess on the ground showed that there was once a hustle and bustle here.

In a secret room of the gymnasium, Wen Ze stood in front of a row of wooden boxes, picked up a bag of brown powder from under the various exercise equipment in the box, held it in his hand and watched it repeatedly.

"Mr. Wen Ze, don't worry, this kind of counterfeit medicine will pass through the trade channel of our Chengdu Gymnasium, and travel safely between the two countries."

Jin Fangen had already changed into a suit at this time, and stood behind Wen Ze with his hands behind his back, with a respectful tone.

But if Wen Ze had eyes in the back of his head, he would find that Jin Fangen's eyes were gleaming coldly.

"Hehe, Master Jin, you are responsible for transporting the raw materials from the trade channel of the Kimchi Country, and we, Wen's, are responsible for the production, and then transport them back to the Kimchi Country through your channel, and finally distribute them all over the world."

Wen Ze carefully put the fake medicine in his hand back into the box, turned around and said with a smile: "You know, the profit of fake medicine is huge, I wish you a lot of money."

At this time, Jin Fangen's face has changed into a humble smile: "Hehe, we are the ones who made a fortune together, but, Mr. Wen Ze, when will I be able to see your father, where is Mr. Wen Xiong?"

"It doesn't matter who you meet, what matters is that you can make money! Isn't it?"

Wen Ze smiled, but for some reason, Jin Fangen felt a little cold, and nodded hurriedly:

"Mr. Wen Ze, let's go up, I have prepared a dinner, and today we will get drunk!"

"Okay, let's get drunk!" The two laughed loudly, one after the other, they walked up a spiral staircase, passed through a heavy iron gate, and finally came to a living room in Chengjun Gymnasium.

"Master, I have something to tell you."

In the room, a young man in training clothes was circling anxiously, and when he saw Jin Fangen entering, he hurried forward to meet him.

Then he was taken aback, looked at Wen Ze behind Jin Fangen, and closed his mouth.

Jin Fangen's expression changed, and he smiled suddenly: "Mr. Wen Ze is one of his own, he can understand Kimchi language, so just speak up if you have something to say."

The young man got the approval, and hurriedly said: "That's right, when I was performing on the stage just now, I saw Xiao Cheng, and he was standing by the ring with the woman who injured Juncheng that day."

"Oh? Xiao Cheng?"

Wen Ze took two steps forward with a smile, passed Jin Fangen, and sat down on the sofa in the room: "Does the owner of the Jin Pavilion know this person?"

"Speaking of it, Mr. Wen Ze laughed. Two days ago..."

Jin Fangen also sat on the side of the sofa, and talked about the events of the previous two days in a light manner.

Of course, he didn't even mention the embarrassing thing about being knocked down by Cheng Ran.

Briefly explaining the ins and outs, Jin Fangen continued to ask with a smile: "What? This Mr. Xiao Cheng is your friend?"

"Haha, I can't afford this kind of friend." Wen Ze leaned on the sofa and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that he would even dare to pluck the beard of the gold manager. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

"Oh?"

Jin Fangen instantly understood the meaning of Wen Ze's words. It seemed that Wen Ze also had some rifts with this Xiao Cheng. He was new here, and if he wanted to gain a firm foothold here, he still had to rely on the help of local snakes like the Wen family. Taking this opportunity to solve Xiao Cheng, one is to avenge his son's beating, and second, he can also solve the trouble for this Wen Ze, absolutely killing two birds with one stone.

Because of Cheng Ran's relationship, Jin Fangen, who originally didn't want to delve into it further, made up his mind instantly.

"You go to recruit people, the more yellow belts and above, the better, and find an opportunity to block Xiao Cheng and that woman."

Jin Fangen waved his hand and called the young man to his side, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about killing me, I'll be there soon!"

"Understood, curator."

The young man pursed his lips and nodded, then turned and walked out of the reception room.

"Master Jin, I will not participate in your grievances. We will have dinner on another day. Keep the things in the basement safe. I will go first."

Seeing the young man walking away, Wen Ze smiled and got up to leave, and Jin Fangen hurriedly got up to see him off.

At the door, Chou Hu with blue scorpion tattoos opened the door of the back seat of the car, stretched out his hand to protect Wen Ze's head, let him sit in, and then slammed the door shut.

Seeing that the car had started, Jin Fangen turned around and wanted to go back to the gymnasium, but the car had already driven a certain distance, and then slowly backed up, and then the rear window was lowered by half, and Wen Ze's face was hidden in the car. In the darkness, I couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Master Jin, don't blame me for being long-winded, don't make too much noise, and distinguish between priorities."

Before Jin Fangen could reply, the window of the car closed slowly again, and then the car started and disappeared into the vast night.

"Pooh……"

Jin Fangen looked at the car that was fading away, and spat on the ground: "I dare not talk to me like that, what are you!"

He stood by the side of the street, took out a cigarette and lit it slowly, took a deep breath, then exhaled a puff of thick white smoke, and looked in the direction where the car disappeared, then turned around and walked towards the gate of Chengjun Gymnasium .

It was getting late, and the pedestrians on the street gradually thinned out. Some stalls had already been closed, and the stall owners were laughingly calculating their income for the night.

Xiao Cheng followed Cheng Xin and walked out of Qin Xin Zhai, carrying 4 refreshment boxes in each hand.

"I said, Cheng Xin."

Xiao Cheng shook the 8 boxes in his hand back and forth: "You know Aunt Feng so well, you don't even talk about bargaining, let me save you two dollars!"

Cheng Xin held a candied gourd bamboo stick in her mouth and hopped ahead with her hands behind her back. When she heard Xiao Cheng's words, she turned around and spat out the bamboo stick. Walking backwards, she said:
"What Aunt Feng gave you is already the lowest price, so I still have to bargain? Those are all my favorite foods, can you stop being so stingy?"

"What's stingy? This is called being careful, right? It's not easy to make money!" Xiao Cheng said, "By the way, what does your family rely on for a living? I don't think there is a single disciple in the martial arts school, and you also look like you are idle. Oh, be careful." , don't fall!"

Cheng Xin, who was walking backwards, suddenly tripped over a stone and almost fell.

"Ha, you're quite nervous about me. Let me tell you, my family has opened an antique shop, and the business is decent. I'll take you to have a look some other day."

Cheng Xin swayed to stabilize her figure, and returned to her normal walking posture.

"I didn't expect that your family is still..."

Xiao Cheng had just finished speaking, when suddenly more than 10 big men in different clothes and holding weapons rushed out from the alley in front, and the leader was the young man who reported to Jin Fangen.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Xin, who was walking in front, took two steps back and stood shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng also tensed up all over, concentrating on his guard.

The dozen or so people on the opposite side didn't answer, they just walked faster and faster, and finally rushed towards the two with their weapons raised.