MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 408 Rich man

The convoy quietly stopped over the temporary parking space in the community.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

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A burst of door opening and closing sounds has become the habit of a group of black bodyguards. There is such a thing in the bodyguard code. After getting out of the car, you must control the surrounding environment of the vehicle and monitor all the places where your eyes can be monitored.

There is actually an unwritten rule in the bodyguard code, which is to try to figure out the object of protection. The protection methods for high-profile customers and low-profile customers are different.

Simply put, a bodyguard is a qualified bodyguard if he can satisfy the customer's psychology ** in a situation that can ensure the safety of the customer.

The bodyguard team that can figure out the customer's psychology is undoubtedly the most popular bodyguard team.

A very important figure in the bodyguard team must be mentioned here: Muhammad.

Muhammad, this is a very ordinary Muslim name, but he is very special in the whole bodyguard team. He is the oldest person, already thirty-two years old. He is a man specially selected by the old man. As the captain of the bodyguard team.

When Muhammad joined the bodyguard team, he became a little bit. He was quite famous in the local village. He was a doctor. He had studied Chinese medicine for a while in China. He still had a certain skill in Chinese. The old man spent a lot of money He flickered in, after all, the old man lacked talent now.

With the old man's future and great ideals, the old man summoned the flickering essence of Canada, this man who has changed Somalia's poverty throughout his life joined the old man's core organization.

In fact, it is not easy for a person like Muhammad to change, but at one end, the loyalty of such a person is beyond doubt. After all, this person accepts both the culture of Western countries and the culture of Muslims. Be firm.

Muhammad is not a hair child, already thirty-two years old, and can naturally figure out what Liu Biao means.

He knows very well that Zhang Yang likes low-key, Liu Biao likes high-key, Aze doesn't matter, and Xiao Lizi is purely watching the lively master.

Sure enough, as Liu Biao thought, when twenty sturdy black bodyguards were waiting around, the yard immediately exploded.

Although some big figures often come here to watch retired cadres, it is still rare to see such a big show with twenty black bodyguards. Immediately, a group of uncles who walked around after eating all gathered around.

"Uncle Zhao, oops, it's still so robust!"

"Wahaha ... Mom Wei is getting more and more beautiful ..."

"Oh, the little guy is so tall!"

"Oh, isn't this Liu Biao?"

"Wow ... really Liu Biao ..."

"Biao, are you rich?"

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This became the stage for Liu Biao's performance alone. Zhang Yang, Azi and Li Fei, and Mai Fei all stepped back a little, so as not to steal Liu Biao's limelight.

A group of uncles and aunts were stunned when they saw Liu Biao being served by several black bodyguards.

When a few little guys saw Liu Biao, they immediately yelled excitedly and ran over, but were blocked by the huge arms of a few fierce black bodyguards. Then, Liu Biao pretended to be kind and let the bodyguards get away The little guy's head makes a loving look ...

Looking at Liu Biao with a smirk on his face, Zhang Yang Aze felt a fever on his face, while Xiao Li was extremely excited. He was also fantasizing when he would bring twenty black bodyguards back to Yucun.

Mai Fei was embracing his hands, looking at Liu Biao with a playful expression, and a sunny smile floated from the corner of his mouth. This momentary smile was captured by Zhang Yang.

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The more people gathered downstairs, finally, shocked Liu Biao's parents upstairs.

"Son, what are you doing?" Mother Liu's fat body squeezed out from the balcony, her face was a little flustered. Now it was just when it was dark, and the street lights were just on, confused, standing upstairs. Not very clear.

"Mom, I'm back!" Liu Biao shouted, shaking the world.

"I know you are back, do you owe money to others?" Mother Liu cried, worried.

"Ah ... keke ..." Liu Biao took a sip and flushed.

"Son, it's okay, as long as you come back, don't hesitate, I'm down ..." Looking at the dim street lamp, Liu Biao coughed, and quickly left the balcony.

"Hee hee, Liu Biao, even if you get rich, your mother won't believe it." Of course, the people below can still see that Liu Biao is not a debt collector.

"Hey ..."

Liu Biao grabbed his head embarrassed. In the past, it was common for people to collect debts. Liu Biao hurt people or borrowed money. The creditor ’s bitter owner could n’t take Liu Biao, but they all found this political axe. dorm room. Although Father Liu is just a regular axe employee, after all, he still works at the municipal axe, and still has to talk about his face. When encountering these things, he can only swallow the money to stop things.

For Liu and Liu, apart from Liu Biao's fox friends and dog friends, few strangers came to the door is a good thing.

Soon, Mother Liu came down with a plastic bag in her ass, dragging a pair of slippers on her feet, and Father Liu followed closely behind her, with a look of anger in her face that seemed to be trying to restrain her, Bai Jing's face. I won.

"Mom and Dad ..."

"Son, how much money do I owe? I can't get it enough." Mother Liu's obese body was a little trembling, and she didn't dare to look around, and quickly opened the plastic bag to reveal a stack of banknotes.

"Mom, I owe a lot." Liu Biao turned his eyes and cried with grief.

"How much?" Mother Liu froze, her face pale.

"More than a million ..."

"Ah ... more than a million?" Mother Liu nearly passed out, the plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground, and the banknotes were scattered.

"Mom, mom, I'm kidding, I'm getting rich!" Liu Biao saw her mother's eyes turn white and quickly protected her mother.

"It's okay ... no need to lie, people have forced debts to the door, more than one million ... I counted, bought the facade, about half a million, and deposited more than 200,000 ... plus my private house money 150,000, find a relative to borrow, it's okay, okay ... son, as long as you're okay, money can be made again ... "Liu Muqiang cheered up and lowered his fingers to calculate, seeing Liu mother use his fingers to calculate Zhang Yang and A Ze smiled at the same time almost at the same time. Liu Biao likes to use his finger to settle accounts. It turned out to be her mother's inheritance.

"Auntie, uncle ..." Zhang Yang saw Mother Liu was so heartbroken that she couldn't stand it anymore, and hurried to the road.

"Zhang Yang, don't say, this time no one can say love!" Father Liu clenched his fists, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Mom, I'm really rich, I'm rich, these people are all my bodyguards, you don't believe me?"

Liu Biao has lost his interest in pretending to be forced, and now he is so depressed that he just wants to shout: I'm rich!

"Really?" Liu Miao didn't look at Liu Biao, but instead set her eyes on Zhang Yang. Liu Biao had no credibility in her mother's heart, but Zhang Yang was more credible.

"Yes!" Zhang Yang nodded surely.

"Ah ... haha, son, good son, you're rich, oh, my Liu family finally opened his eyes ... haha ​​..."

Mother Liu hugged Liu Biao's sturdy body and shook it vigorously, and immediately restored her previous bold temperament, laughing.

Looking at the mother's laugh, Zhang Yang and A Ze looked at each other again, and wiped the sweat on their foreheads. The laughter and movement of Liu Biao and his mother were exactly the same ...

"Son, are these cars all yours?" Mother Liu excitedly turned away everyone and walked to the front of the BMW, and gently touched the blue and white sign and asked.

"Um." Liu Biao nodded hehe.

"These black people ..." Mother Liu looked at more than twenty black people and asked in a low voice.

"It's all our bodyguards."

"Hee hee, son, you really do, okay! It is indeed the son of our Liu family, so I said, I will tell you fortune telling when you were a kid, there is a white-bearded old Emeishan ..."

"Is the beard so long?" Liu Biao painted his hands in empty space.

"Huh, it's so long!" Mother Liu nodded again and again.

"Do you mean that I have wonderful bones, the heavens are full, and the ground is wide and round?

"Uh-huh, that's what he said." Mother Liu grinned with a happy smile.

"Did you give him a hundred dollar bill?"

"Uh-huh ..."

"Mum, how many times have I told you that I am a young and ambitious youth born in New China and cannot be deceived by superstition, we must believe in science ..." Liu Biao bitterly said.

"Slap!" Mother Liu slaps her on Liu Biao's head.

"Oh, why are you hitting me?"

"My aunt, if you get rich, you will teach your mother? If it wasn't for your mother to ask you for blessings every day, you would have been on the streets for a long time. My aunt, when you are rich, you would teach your mother ..."

"Papapa ..." Mother Liu said more and more angry, splitting his head and head in Liu Biao's head was a beating.

"Ah ... I was wrong, Mom, I was wrong ..."

Liu Biao fled with his head rat, and ran straight upstairs to see a group of stunned, but it seems not surprising that the crowd in the yard was watching. Obviously, Liu Biao often performed this situation in the yard.

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(To be continued)