"Mr. An Yang, I really don't know what words to use to praise you. China is really a magical place. Otherwise, how can you nurture talents like you." After leaving, Bibic couldn't help but praised.
Because An Yang helped him get things done. Although he also knew that bringing all the forces together is the best thing to stop the war, but Bibic couldn’t get them to unite because there was not enough profit, so why should they come? Help you, but after this An Yang, all the arrogant bigwigs from all sides bowed their heads, expressing their desire to join forces for a big fight together.
The reason is that An Yang took out the hidden interests in the future. Although he did not spend a penny, those hidden interests are there. If such a large site is placed in China, other real estate developers will go up early. After investing in a building, money comes out of building a building.
This hidden benefit that takes time to develop is equivalent to telling everyone that as long as you work together, you can have meat, and if you don’t partner, you can drink porridge every day.
It seems that most people are more willing to eat meat.
Some people think that they would rather drink porridge than do such uninsurable things.
But An Yang naturally had his own way-the prince singled out more than 30 at the time, and finally frightened the old guys who were unwilling to cooperate, and he also participated in the cooperation.
In this kind of war-torn place, fight when you refuse to accept it. It is the last word to fight until you are convinced. The reason has been explained to you. If you don't listen, you don't fight anyone.
There are two reasons for Anyang’s success this time. The first is to seize the long-term benefits, and the second is to have a strong ability. The guys are united together, without the bond of interest, it is difficult to convince the crowd, even if they are now succumbing to the strength of heroes like An Yang, they will disappear once time passes after An Yang is gone.
And without the strong ability to have long-term benefits, it is also difficult to persevere, and there are even many beautiful men who express that they don’t want to cooperate and just want to rob quietly in the wind—
Therefore, the two are indispensable.
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After a week, An Yang and the heroes stayed in Mogadishu for a week. Judging from the fact that the big men took the initiative to send their men to maintain order on the street after the truce, they really want to get things straightened up, after all. No one wants to fight every day, even these gangsters.
At this time, Anyang and his party are lying on the edge of the beach in Mogadishu, taking a leisurely vacation. It is a rare visit to a foreign country, so you have to have a good time. Now that things are done, it is better to come and enjoy it.
An Yang only wore a pair of panties all over her body, and she wore a pair of sunglasses and lay lazily on the recliner, with her head resting on her hands and a parasol on top of her head.
Suddenly, a reflection appeared on his sunglasses. It was a pair of round ru balls, but they were hidden by the swimsuit.
"Let's play together. It's always boring to lie down." An Yang moved his sunglasses up and saw the little milk tea hee he smiled at him.
I didn't pay attention to it, but when she wore a swimsuit, this girl was really in good shape. She looked at An Yang's eyes straight. Isn't this at least 34C
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Nian Cha looked at An Yang's gaze staring at his chest intently, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.
"34C." An Yang blurted out subconsciously, but was slapped on the chest by the little milk tea, "Fart! Obviously 34D!"
"Why, I feel it's only 34C."
"All said 34D!"
"Why don't you take it off and let me verify it?"
"Take it off-roll!!!" Xiao Milk Tea reacted, kicking An Yang's recliner with one foot, and then headed away. An Yang fell off a dog chewing mud and a mouthful of sand.
"Bah, baah." An Yang hurriedly spit out the sand.
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At this time, a temporary beach volleyball net has been set up on the beach next to it. An Yang’s friends have gathered together. Little Milk Tea is holding a volleyball in his hand and telling everyone about the rules of beach volleyball.
"Anyway, we are just entertainment. We will not be so formal. We will be divided into two teams, one team on this side of the net and one team on the other side of the net. As long as the volleyball game is not allowed to land, the game can continue. It’s a small point. Let’s see which side scores more."
"Then how to distribute the number of people?"
"Six people, Anyang Timo is in a team with Master Yi, and Caitlin and I are in a team with the prince. How about it? It's fair enough."
Timo looked at the volleyball, which was only a little smaller than him, and shed tears of humiliation, "Unfair."
"Go away, the cat has no right to say." Little milk tea glanced at Timo contemptuously.
"But Timothy is only a little bigger than volleyball."
"But you are more than a little heavier than volleyball." Little Milk Tea said, breaking the secret.
Timo turned around and squatted on the beach, drew circles on the beach, full of resentment.
A whistle sounded and the game started. First, the little milk tea team kicked off the ball. The little milk tea stretched out her slender arm and gently tossed the ball upwards, and then slapped the ball to the opposite side with a slap.
"Here, here, here."
"There, there, there."
"Boom!"
An Yang and Master Yi bumped into each other, and Timo slid down An Yang's thigh and leaped on his shoulder, jumped up and successfully caught the volleyball, and then fell into the sand.
0:1
Next, it was An Yang's turn to kick-off. An Yang threw the ball into the sky abruptly, and then said to Teemo, "Hurry up!"
Timo understood, he jumped directly from An Yang's shoulder again, hit the volleyball with his head, and successfully kicked off the ball.
"Prince, go and catch the ball, hit the ball to the opposite side." Little Milk Tea said quickly.
The prince was still close at first sight, but unfortunately the volleyball was about to land, and in desperation, he directly sacrificed the halberd, and shot the volleyball with a halberd.
Then the group put their hands on their foreheads and looked at the sky.
"Where did the ball fly?"
"I don't know."
"Wait a minute."
"it is good."
—
"One 3."
"One 6."
"A 9."
"Hurry up, hurry up, the ball flew down!" Timo yelled, and a group of people fought the landlord for three laps, but when Timo shouted, they all stood in their respective camps and the ball slowly landed.
"Prince! Over there!" The ball still fell towards the little milk tea team.
"Okay!" The prince sprinted forward, took out the halberd, and slapped it.
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"One 3."
"One 6."
"A 9."
Little Milk Tea looked at these people speechlessly, wondering how she became friends with a group of freaks.