After Adrian and Constantine left the Tang Dynasty-style tavern, a handsome young man walked out of the back hall, squinting and laughing.

Behind the young man stood a stocky strong man, and he heard his voice saying: "Master, to deal with a dozen foreigners, I led someone to chop them up with a knife, put them in sacks, and threw them into the sea.

, is it worth going to such trouble?"

Next to the strong man was a young man with a sharp mouth. He also said: "Master, Daniel is right. This is our territory. How can we allow them to come and acquire the shipyard? If they do whatever they want, we will kill them."

Things are good now, do we still want them to enjoy the beautiful girl in the building?"

Everyone's guess is correct. The two people who made the noise, one is Da Niu and the other is Xiaoniao, are both Long Hao's bodyguards. Therefore, the identity of this handsome young man is easy to come out: he is our Long Haolong.

Master!

How did Long Hao appear in Fengyu Street?

At this point in time, shouldn't he be taking that 'float' to various warehouses in San Francisco to deceive those opportunistic ore profiteers?

Yes, Long Hao was actually quite depressed. It would be so pleasant to not have to spend money to increase the energy of the gold source... However, the news from Ailong Shipyard and the old Mayor Stevenson made him feel uncomfortable.

He had to interrupt this pleasant trip.

Representatives from the Webb School of Shipbuilding are beginning to acquire San Francisco shipyards!?

After hearing the news, Long Hao immediately had a keen premonition: Kunpeng Shipyard is likely to be targeted by this group of representatives!

Sure enough, within a day, Constantine led the review team to Nangang.

Long Hao had already informed Abin and others in advance. Therefore, every word and deed of Abin and others just now was of a performance nature. The purpose was to dig a big hole for Constantine and his group to jump into naturally.

Long Hao smiled softly. He replayed the hole he had dug in his mind and didn't say anything to answer the question. However, Breeze understood the 'sect master''s thoughts best and opened his mouth to speak for Long Hao.

"What do you two know? This group of people represents the U.S. government. If they disappear silently in our territory, how much unnecessary trouble will it bring to the San Francisco city government?"

Breeze Man is a brat, scolding his two predecessors: "If you want to avoid trouble, you can only create an accident. Let them disappear so that no one can find any fault! A few prostitutes, let them die

What’s wrong with enjoying it in front of you? Besides, this can be regarded as giving some benefits to these poor people!"

Long Hao still didn't say anything. Wei Feng had half a day free today and insisted on following Long Hao out to see how the young master dealt with this group of "inspection teams" who came with bad intentions, but Long Hao didn't stop him.

Most of what Breeze said just now was what Long Hao meant, but there was one key point that he never mentioned.

Holland! John Holland!

Long Hao didn't have much interest in punishing Constantine. He wanted this ignorant censorship group to disappear without any clues. Whether it was Hongmen or Gao Tianyang's SS group, they could easily do it, and

Why did Long Hao need to interrupt his plan to absorb iron ore and come here all the way?

The reason is that Long Hao discovered this 'ancestor of submarines' from the review team list provided by old Stevenson!

Long Hao was really too busy. After returning to San Francisco, he was so busy with a lot of things that he almost forgot about this submarine master who had long wanted to take over his account. He came to Kunpeng several times, and Long Hao didn't have time to ask the responsible person.

Inzaghi seduced Holland. In fact, even if Long Hao intervened, it was useless. Because Inzaghi did not know that John Holland, who had rejected his invitations several times, actually joined Webb Shipbuilding, which was established in advance.

Academy!

I ended up in San Francisco by accident!

After seeing this list, Long Hao was really scared: Fortunately, he went through it meticulously, otherwise, the ancestor of a generation of submarines would be buried in San Francisco with this bullshit review team!

It was precisely because of this fear that Long Hao decided to personally take charge of the layout of this "big pit".

"Let's go, let's follow, there will be a good show to watch next!"

Long Hao said softly and followed with three attendants in a light carriage.

Constantine and the others, who had no idea that they had been plotted to death, followed Adrian and the others, walked for more than ten minutes, and stopped in front of a small courtyard that looked very simple.

This is a small Chinese-style courtyard built with bluestones and covered with vines on the exterior walls. If Adrian hadn’t gone up and knocked on the iron ring on the wooden door, Constantine and others would not have believed it: this was the famous Huaman Garden.

Lou?! It doesn’t look like it!

"This is called low-key, this is called elegance. How can you country bumpkins understand the mood of Fengyu Street in Nangang?"

Seeing the surprise of Constantine and the others, Adrian and the other eight people couldn't help but said with disdain.

The phrase "country bumpkin" aroused the indignation of Constantine and others.

"Who are the rednecks? You Westerners are the real rednecks!"

The second dog leg shouted: "Go in, go in, and start competing immediately to see who is exhausted and who is sluggish... The first one to fall is this one, the country bumpkin!"

The second dog leg gestured, raised its little finger, and took the lead in issuing a challenge.

Before Adrian could answer, the door of the small courtyard opened with a creak, and a turtle... no, it was the head of a turtle.

"What are you knocking for? It's not open yet. It's still early at this time!" Mr. Turtle yawned, his pale and bloodless face full of exhaustion and reluctance.

"Fuck, I don't care what time it is for you. You idiot, if business comes to your door, you won't do it?"

Who is Adrian?

What a veteran!

He yelled angrily, and put a gun on the neck of the turtle... well, Mr. Turtle: "Go and wake up all the girls in your house. Today, a big deal is coming!"

After speaking, Adrian winked at Huo Lan. Before Huo Lan could react, he was groped by several doglegs next to him and the large pile of US dollars was revealed!

Wow, that’s a lot of money!

Under the dual pressure of the pistol and the US dollar, Mr. Turtle put on a tempered smile: "Oh, it turns out that a noble person has come to the door. No wonder the magpies on the branches have been chirping since the morning... Come, come, everyone.

Sir, please come in, I will wake up all the girls and serve you..."

The small wooden door opened. The two groups of gamblers walked in. Finally, the turtle...ah, the turtle's head looked outside the door, smiled mysteriously, and closed the door.

I have to say that this was the most unforgettable afternoon in Holland's life...

He was born in Ireland to a poor family. He came to the United States twenty years ago with a submarine blueprint and passion. He hoped to realize his dream, hope to make a difference and return home in glory.

However, God seems to have been setting up obstacles for him. Many models of submarines have been built, but there is still a long way to go before Holland's ideal look.

This gap requires constant sea experiments to shorten. However, an accident six years ago caused his submarine research to fall into a zombie state of complete stagnation.

No one is willing to invest, and all he gets are blank looks and cynicism. No matter how strong his heart is, Holland can't help but give up on himself.

This time he joined the Webb Shipbuilding Academy, saying that he wanted to try his luck and see if he could meet the discerning navy executives. But in fact, deep down in his heart, he had not given up on submarines and spent his whole life in the academy.

idea.

When he came to San Francisco this time, Holland had two hopes. One was to help Constantine successfully complete the acquisition of Western Shipyards, and the other was to find some far-sighted investors in the West to inject capital into his submarine research... But

After arriving in San Francisco for a month, he was deeply struck by the internal corruption and bureaucratic style of the censorship team and felt extremely disappointed.

Where are these people here to broaden the path and lay a solid foundation for American shipbuilding?

They were clearly taking this opportunity to make extra money for themselves, and they were scheming and fighting over their status in the Webb Shipbuilding Academy.

From Constantine on down, they are all flatterers, and you can tell the clues from the dog legs one and two that pop out from time to time.

When he came to Nangang today, Holland originally had a wish to enter this Chinese shipyard that had invited him many times and take a look at the interior of the shipyard that he had not seen in the previous few visits.

Inzaghi, who had never met in person but had exchanged telegrams many times, met and chatted, and also took a look at the submarine propulsion device that he had to "run away" due to lack of money.

However, Constantine's approach disappointed him once again. The other party just came out with a doll factory director. First, he used dirty engine oil to make the review team look bad, and then stuffed several red envelopes, and then suddenly put Constantine into the factory.

Got bribed.

Constantine didn't even enter the gate of Kunpeng Shipyard, so he followed the director Abin to Fengyu Street, had a big meal, and inexplicably made a bet with a group of Spanish soldiers!

The content of the gambling game is also very ridiculous. It actually involves going to a pornographic place to test men's "kung fu". How can this make Holland, who is still single so far, feel embarrassed? If he hadn't been coerced by those Spanish soldiers, he would have turned around and left.

, leave this bullshit review team, leave San Francisco, leave Webb Shipbuilding Institute, and never trust these 'ship forgers' again!

Huo Lan was pushed into Huamanlou with such negative emotions of being completely disappointed and extremely confused about the future.

There are four small courtyards in Huamanlou, which are different from the simplicity outside. As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by the refreshing fragrance and the sweet singing of orioles and swallows.

One by one, beautiful girls with heavy makeup walked out of the pink boudoirs, smiling coquettishly, and hugged Constantine and others as if they were familiar with each other.

Huo Lan was no exception. A Western girl blinked her big eyes with extremely exaggerated eyeliner, delicately held Huo Lan's arm, and blew hot air into his ear: "This guest, your muscles

So developed…”

Huo Lan was not Liu Xiahui. Under the influence of negative emotions that his lifelong wish was almost gone, he also let go. First he touched the plump and oily part of the Western girl unceremoniously, and then revealed a look that was uglier than crying.

Smile: "You are lying, I am very thin, I don't have any muscles."

"Hee hee, sir, how are you doing? Touch someone else's place..."

The Western girl twisted her tall and charming waist and said, "The muscles they talk about don't refer to your arms, but... over there!"

After saying that, her soft little hands brushed Huo Lan's lower body, and Huo Lan's body immediately trembled, with an unprecedented thrill running from the tailbone to the back of the head.

There is no need to elaborate on the next process. A girl hugged a benefactor. They arrived at the spacious backyard and sat on the open air. First they drank flower wine, and then watched the flower dance... In short, it is a set of things that all men understand.

After the process, Huo Lan blushed several times, and he didn't know how many times he was explored by the attentive Western girl. Drinking the wine, Huo Lan felt ecstatic, and he felt that the previous decades had really been in vain.

Although he is not a virgin, visiting such a unique entertainment venue is really the first time for a young daughter-in-law to get into a sedan chair.

Huo Lan fell into the gentle country and couldn't think of Shu, but the gambling over there had already been warmed up by the foreplay and was in full swing.

It was a door with the word "Happy" written on it in a daze. Couples of men and women entered like conjoined twins. Not long after, faint gasps could be heard from the crack in the door...

Holland's ranking on the review panel was last, so the ranking of this bet was also at the bottom. I don't know how much time passed, but a voice that was so sweet that it almost melted sounded in Holland's ears: "Sir, it's your turn.
To be continued...