The desert, the strange buildings in the Barrenlands, the soldiers guarding it, and the strange people coming in and out made it a strange " good place."
If it wasn't for the special information provided by the system, the fish that escaped the net might have had a chance to escape.
It seemed that the corruption of the West District was not only on the surface, but also in the interior.
It was rare for Zhang Sixiu to be carefree. Seeing the young marshal suffer, he was very happy in his heart.
Yan Zhiguo was still unwilling to give up. After a slight daze, he hurriedly said,
"What foreigners? I was ordered to stop smoking! Who can stop him?"
Yan Zhiguo laughed coldly in his heart. This old man was in a hurry to cut ties. He would never believe that Zhang Sixiu was not involved in the production of the drug factory.
Although he was extremely disdainful in his heart, he still had to put in enough effort on the surface.
Zhang Sixiu was overjoyed. Perhaps guessing that the young man would give up in the next moment, he nodded like a chick pecking at rice and said,
"Young Marshal, what I said is absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can call that foreigner over to confront me."
Zhang Sixiu brought Yan Zhiguo into a shabby hut. He said that it was the place where the factory workers rested and slept. They could wait for the foreigner to arrive here. Yan Zhiguo had no objections to this.
After asking around, he found out that this person was from the East Ocean Continent.
Yan Zhiguo, who hated these bastards to the core, wished he could shoot them twice and then tell them to get out of Huaxia and not harm the people of West City. In the end, his rationality prevailed over his impulse.
The Japanese had the outstanding characteristics of their race. They were short, had a big head and a thick neck, and had a pair of small eyes that showed a wretched expression. Zhang Sixiu personally introduced them,
"Mister Jia Gu, this is our Young Marshal! Yan Zhiguo! Yan Shao Shuai!"
The translator leaned over and whispered. The Japanese foreigner who had lived in the western part of the city for a long time naturally knew the weight of the word "young marshal". He sat up straight and said a long string of words that he did not understand,
"Young Marshal! I'm Shinichi Kaku! I've long heard of your name!"
The translator behind Jiagu Zhenyi was about to make a move when Yan Zhiguo raised his hand and interrupted him."I understand." The two of them began to communicate,
"Mr. Jia Gu, I heard that this factory is yours."
"Then you should know why I'm here today, right?”
"Sir, this factory is the property of our Dongying Empire."
" But it was built on the land of my West City."
"Sir, we provide land rent to your country every year."
Yan Zhiguo was furious when Gu Zhen refused to budge. Zhang Sixiu sat at the side and frowned. Without translation, he could not understand what the two of them were talking about.
"Do you know the harm that opiates do to the human body? You're invading our people mentally!”
Jia Guzhen was shocked by the sudden accusation. He said hesitantly,
"Sir, I'm just a businessman."
Yan Zhiguo's lips curled up, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled.
Jia Guzhen's expression was uncertain. He turned to look at Zhang Sixiu. This old fox was still waving his hand hurriedly.
"This has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!”
The Hell's Lord Kingdom was getting impatient and looked at the Japanese foreigners with an unfriendly tone.
"As long as I spend a little time, I can make you miserable for any of the things you've done in the West City. Since you're a businessman, you should understand."
The young man's threat made Jiagu Zhenyi's face turn pale.
"If you can give me 300,000, the factory will be yours."
Jia Guzhen raised his head and looked at the guard behind the young man. Thunderous Battle's right hand was already on the gun at his waist.
Yan Zhiguo's lips curled into a smile. Thunderous Battle opened his holster.
"150,000, this is my final concession!”
Jia Guzhen gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with fear. He did not dare to bet his life on whether the young man dared to shoot.
Yan Zhiguo sighed. Thunderous Battle took out his gun and wiped it carefully.
"Sigh, Mr. Jia Gu doesn't have the sincerity of a businessman at all!”
"Gulp!"
Jia Guzhen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than bitterness.
The smile on Yan Zhiguo's face didn't fade at all. He counted with his fingers very considerately,
"The factory was built with materials from our West City. The workers were pulled over from all over, right? The other raw materials were probably planted by the people of West City under your coercion and temptation."
"I can only give you this amount. You have to add the location of your raw materials."
"Thirty thousand?"
"No, no, no, 3,000!"
3,000 silver dollars? Jia Gu Zhenyi had always thought of himself as a profiteer, but only today did he realize that he was nothing compared to the young man in front of him. Just as he was about to refuse, he looked behind the young man.
It didn't matter if he didn't look, but he almost had a heart attack when he saw it. The guards behind the young man were pointing their guns at him.
Jia Guzhen trembled as he raised his hand to wipe away his sweat. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth as if he did not dare and was unwilling to face it.
"Sir, I'll sell it!"
Yan Zhiguo smiled again and held Jia Guzhen's fat hands. He was extremely shameless.
"Why didn't you do this earlier? Happy cooperation!"
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