At that moment, Jiang Cheng paused for a moment. He thought to himself, "Isn't this the Pallade Family's bar? How can they let me manage it? "
With this doubt in mind, Jiang Cheng followed Lao Luo's footsteps and slowly walked down the street.
There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the road, and Jiang Cheng could no longer walk. He was a little tired and wanted to call a taxi. "Lao Luo, how far is Mo Sanro Bar from here? Why don't we take a taxi? It won't be too tiring."
"Actually, Mo Sanro Bar is just nearby. You don't have to worry too much. We'll be there soon. It's not worth it to take a taxi."
Jiang Cheng was a little frustrated. She glared at him and felt that he was very stingy. He was not willing to spend any money at all. How could he bring the World Bank to the top? How could he get rid of those underworld families?
Although she was a little frustrated, Jiang Cheng still followed beside Lao Luo. As long as they reached Mo Sanro Bar, Jiang Cheng's doubts would be solved. Was Mo Sanro Bar managed by the Pallade Family or the World Bank? In other words, was the background of the bar the World Bank or the Pallades Family?
However, according to Lao Luo's words just now, Jiang Cheng already had some ideas. If this bar was Pallades Family's, then Lao Luo's World Bank would have almost no income there.
Since the bar was one of the biggest businesses of Lao Luo's World Bank, it meant that they must have made a lot of money from the bar.
Therefore, Mo Sanro Bar must be one of their main sources of income.
Just then, a small fry passed by Jiang Cheng and knocked Jiang Cheng away.
"Hey, who are you? Why did you knock me?" Jiang Cheng was a little angry. She looked at the person with a ferocious face and said angrily.
The person turned his head and paused for a moment. He looked at Jiang Cheng.
In an instant, he looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile.
"So it's you."
That man said excitedly.
At this moment, what appeared before Jiang Cheng was a lackey with messy hair and tattered clothes. He looked like a beggar.
Jiang Cheng had never dealt with such a person before, so when he heard the other party's words, he was stunned.
"Are you talking to me?" Jiang Cheng asked.
The minion paused for a moment and thought, Could it be that Jiang Cheng has forgotten about me?
Before the other party could answer Jiang Cheng's question. Lao Luo, who was next to him, urged, "Alright, don't be so long-winded. Let's hurry to the Mo Sanro Bar. Don't deal with such people too much. It will lower the standards of the World Bank."
Jiang Cheng thought about it and agreed. Now that he was working in a relatively large organization, wouldn't it be terrible if he got involved with these small fries?
Moreover, the Lung Hing Society basically did not have any contact with these small fries. They mainly did some big business.
"Well, let's go to the Mo Sanro Bar first." As soon as he turned his head, Jiang Cheng was ready to leave.
In an instant, the minion suddenly rushed up and stopped Jiang Cheng. He opened his arms and stared at him.
"Jiang Cheng, don't tell me you don't recognize me?" the minion asked.
"Who are you?" Jiang Cheng asked. Sure enough, as the minion expected, the other party had really forgotten about him.
The minion raised one hand and covered his head. He was a little puzzled.
"Why did Jiang Cheng turn his back on me after not seeing me for a few years? Where's the high-spirited Jiang Cheng who vowed to fight together with me?" he murmured, then walked to the side and made way for Jiang Cheng.
In the minion's opinion, since the other party no longer knew him, there was no need to have too much contact with him, lest it made him feel awkward.
"Does he know me? And looking at him, it seems like I know him. " Jiang Cheng murmured, then glanced at Lao Luo, who was next to him, and asked, "Do you know him?"
Lao Luo shook his head and said, "Of course I don't know him. How could I know such a person? I guess only you, Jiang Cheng, would have contact with such a person. After all, the Lung Hing Society has connections with both sides."
"Who said that?" Jiang Cheng retorted, "The Lung Hing Society has stopped doing such things a long time ago. For us, making money is the most important thing. Although we have interacted with black and white people, we don't interact with unimportant people. "
In fact, it was obvious that these minions would not bring much profit to the Lung Hing Society. At most, they would rob and fight on the street. What else could they do?
Then, Jiang Cheng turned his gaze to the minion sitting at the corner of the street. The other party was covering his head and thinking with his head down. Jiang Cheng was pleased by the other party's current appearance. After all, a person who liked to think was still admired.
Jiang Cheng thought to himself, 'Should I go over and say hello to him? Maybe he really knows me. It's not good if I don't say hello to him. Maybe he's a friend I met before, but I've forgotten about him now? '
While thinking about this, Jiang Cheng took an important step. He slowly approached the minion, then lowered his head and asked, "You know me, don't you?"
The minion raised his head. His eyes were bright, as if he could see through the other party at a glance. He said, "Of course I know you. Your name is Jiang Cheng, right?"
"And two years ago, when your Lung Hing Society was just established, you and a friend of yours stayed up all night in a bar, talking about the future, didn't you?"
"Looking forward to the future …"
Jiang Cheng paused for a moment. His head suddenly spun at a high speed, and memories of the past flowed into his brain like running water.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's eyes widened. He looked at the other party and said, "You're Zhang Baofeng, aren't you? My brother, why did you only show up now? "
Jiang Cheng was very excited at this time. Seeing this, Lao Luo, who was next to him, walked up and asked, "Jiang Cheng, do you know this person? Is he your brother or your former friend? Or maybe you're not friends anymore, are you? "
In fact, Lao Luo was still very worried because the World Bank was a relatively noble organization. If they got involved with these unrelated people, then their reputation would definitely be seriously affected, and their reputation would affect their competitiveness. This was obvious.
Then, Lao Luo said, "If you were friends before, but not anymore, then let's hurry up and leave. After all, you still have to go to the Mo Sanro Bar to familiarize yourself with the business. "
Zhang Baofeng looked at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled gaze and asked, "Jiang Cheng, are you no longer a member of the Lung Hing Society? Are all your vows gone? Have you also lost your dream of making the Lung Hing Society the world's number one gang? "
"I remember that you were high-spirited back then. You did whatever you said and swore to do your best. Could it be that you're no longer the Jiang Cheng I know?"
Under Zhang Baofeng's continuous questioning, Jiang Cheng looked a little embarrassed. First of all, he did not give up on his original dream. In fact, he did not let his Lung Hing Society fall within two years. It became an abandoned organization.
"Zhang Baofeng, you're wrong. I've always been firm in my dream. Look at what you've become now." As he said this, he deliberately glanced at Lao Luo, who was next to him. He was giving him a look, hoping that Lao Luo would evaluate his friend.
However, at this moment, Zhang Baofeng suddenly stood up and squeezed past Jiang Cheng and Lao Luo. "Hmph, I haven't seen you for so many years, and this is how you treat me. Since we're not friends, there's no need for us to talk too much," Zhang Baofeng said as he walked away.
When Lao Luo heard this, he was quite happy. He smiled and said to Jiang Cheng, "So this is your friend? Isn't he a little too unloyal? Let's go. Don't deal with such people too much. After all, they won't do you any good. Compared to me, I'm the one who will help your Lung Hing Society become the world's number one."
What Lao Luo said was true. The World Bank was much more powerful than the Lung Hing Society. If they had the help of such an organization, it would be a piece of cake for their gang to become the world's number one. As the saying went, the master led the way, but the cultivation was up to the individual. First of all, you needed a master, which meant that you needed a leader.
However, Jiang Cheng ignored Lao Luo's words. To Jiang Cheng, old friends were like a relatively special category. After all, time was a scarce resource. When one was a child or a teenager, time would pass in the blink of an eye.
During that period of time, there were only a few friends that one could come into contact with. Moreover, there were even fewer friends that one could keep in touch with many years later. It was almost impossible for one to have more friends like this. There were probably only a few of them in one's lifetime, so Jiang Cheng cherished them very much.
Lao Luo's originally smiling face darkened at that moment. He glared at Jiang Cheng and left him alone.
At that moment, his impression of Jiang Cheng began to deteriorate. He thought to himself, "Who is more important, me or Zhang Baofeng? Is this person sick?"
The person that Lao Luo was referring to was Jiang Cheng. He had originally thought that Jiang Cheng was a very smart person, but he did not expect him to not know what was more important and what was most important.
How much help could a small fry, namely Zhang Baofeng, be to Jiang Cheng's Lung Hing Society?
The answer was obvious. Almost none.
Lao Luo lowered his head and sighed. Then, he sat on the stool at the corner of the street.
At that moment, Lao Luo finally understood something. This was a relatively important matter for him, and it was also something that could make him feel happy.
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