The houses in the courtyard are all large units, one family on one floor. The building where Jiang Wuchen and others are located is 380 square meters for a single family, with large flat floors.

The average house price here is 180000, and a house is worth more than 60 million.

The key is that there is still no price and no market here, which can't be bought with money.

Li Dongguo lives on the seventh floor. Because there is no shelter in front, the seventh floor is almost the best floor. The elevator enters the house directly. Six people come down from the elevator. Jiang Wuchen reaches out his hand and gently touches the door.

With a click, the electronic code lock was opened directly.

A few people went in. Jiang Wuchen noticed that some small red dots were flashing at the corner of the wall. Needless to say, monitoring, and several probes were automatically turning this way.

"There is surveillance here. Be careful!" Jiang Wuchen said.

"I'll cut off the network cable!" Luo yongpao said and ran down.

They waited at the door. Soon Luo Yong came up, "I cut off the network cable of the whole building."

"The teenager parties who are downstairs can't shake their voices, and they can't pass micro-blog, I'm afraid tiktok will be falling."

Several people went in and observed the pattern of the room. It was a five bedroom set, with a study and reception room, typical Chinese decoration, some calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, Master Li Zeng's picture of ten thousand horses galloping, and a man Jiang Hong held by Yue Peng.

Behind the main seat in the reception hall, there is a portrait of Li Dongguo. If you look carefully, you will find that it is somewhat similar to Li Fei when he was young.

Luo yongpao, who had never seen the world, came to the TV, "how to turn it on?"

"I don't know!" Ah Mui said.

They sat on the sofa and searched for a long time but couldn't find the remote control.

"This should be voice controlled!" Xiaocui said. Then she coughed a few times and said to the TV, "turn on the TV!"

The TV still didn't respond.

Luo Yong scratched his head. "I'm afraid it's broken."

Just after that, the TV suddenly turns on automatically, and the picture is very explicit. This is a big play. A man and several women are fighting in an empty room. You come and go. At the moment, it is deducting that a man is riding and pressed by two women.

"Shit..." Luo Yong almost spurted blood and his eyes were straight.

Xiaohong took an arrow step and pulled out the TV wire, "hooligan..." a floor sweeping robot came at her feet, hummed and swept, and Xiaohong kicked away.

"It's just like a home. How smart and convenient it is." Luo yongpao said admiringly. Look at the house. Tut tut Tut, I'm satisfied that I can mix in the courtyard in my life.

"Look at your promise." Xiaohong said contemptuously, "follow master Jiang and get you a house like this!"

"Don't say one. Give me a set. I'm willing to sell chrysanthemums for a hundred years!"

"Shit, you're not ordinary shameless." Xiao Hong said with a grin of disdain.

Jiang Wuchen found an invitation on his desk, "invitation letter of the first branch of Beijing tianmeng Summit..."

Several people are allergic to tianmeng. They all know the relationship between Jiang Wuchen and tianmeng. They ran over and looked at the invitation in Jiang Wuchen's hand.

"Li Fei is from tianmeng?"

Jiang Wuchen opens the invitation. The person invited above is not Li Fei, but the name of the president of the branch below is Li Fei and Li Dongguo.

"This man is not low in tianmeng in the capital!" Jiang Wuchen said with a smile: "it seems that Li feihun is not bad during this period of time."

"Where is the first club in the courtyard?" Jiang Wuchen looks at Lao Luo.

"Behind the courtyard community in shejie street, there is a club set up in the courtyard. It is not open to the outside world, membership system! The minimum is five million a year!" Lao Luo said.

Xiao Hong looked at Lao Luo in surprise, "you know a lot."

"There's a kind of person called jingpian. You know what it means? It's an old capital man like me. Although I've been away from here for a long time, I still know the situation here. When the courtyard was not built, I had an old house here. What's the trouble?" Luo yongpao patted his chest and said.

"Go!" said Jiang Wuchen, "go to this place."

The crowd came out of the room. Just down to the first floor, several young people also came out. When they saw Jiang Wuchen and others, they were immediately full of hostility.

"What are you worried about?" a young man, with drooping eyelids, impatiently pointed to Jiang Wuchen.

The man's face was very red. At first glance, he took a lot of drugs.

Jiang Wuchen ignored him, "go."

"Stop! Paralyzed, I saw on the surveillance just now that you dead fat broke the network cable downstairs, didn't you?"

Luo yongpao was immediately embarrassed. "I wipe, you know that."

"Paralyzed, in this small courtyard, there are people who don't know?"

"You little bastard, you've only been eating social food for a few years. You've begun to call yourself a lord? I think you're a piece of shit!" Luo yongpao scolded.

"I'm shit. What are you? Maggots in shit!"

"I'm your father! An ill bred thing." Luo Yong came up, walked quickly and slapped the young man in the face.

Two big men jumped out behind the young man, one left and one right, and the rough fist hammered at Luo yongpao.

The two young men looked like the king of the army. Their fists were sharp, with a fist of 300 Jin. They were full of boxing style.

"Thunder fist!" roared Luo Yong's gun, and went out with both fists.

Click.

The two young men's fists collided with Luo Yong's gun and broke immediately. They spurted blood and retreated.

Luo yongpao had a sneer on his face. "Grandson, when you were an egg, I was already showing off here. Maybe your father was still wearing open crotch pants and put an old gun in front of me? Kneel down!" he kicked the young man on his calf while talking.

The young man knelt down as soon as his knee was soft.

Several associates behind him saw that Bing Wang was not an opponent and did not dare to come forward. They looked at each other in horror.

"Paralyzed, do you know who I am?"

"Your grandmother's, and you know who I am?" Luo yongpao said coldly, pointing to himself.

"You sand sculpture, let me go!" the young man gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. "Don't go. The first branch of tianmeng is in a meeting. I'll call now. You're a martial arts practitioner, aren't you? I'm looking for martial arts practitioner to clean you up. Don't go!"

"How many branches does tianmeng have in Beijing? How many powerful people?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

Xiao Hong slapped her mouth. "Do you hear me? I'm asking you something!"

Xiao Hong slapped the young man with inner strength, bleeding his mouth and nose. In addition to being vicious, there was a touch of panic in her eyes.

Ah Mui grabbed his hair, took out a butterfly knife from her pocket, and pricked two blood holes in the young man's chest. "If you don't say anything, you'll die now!"

The young man was so frightened that he was sweating and showed his teeth in pain. "I... my father and branch president Li Dongguo are friends. You all know him. His name is Chen Yuansheng."

Jiang Wuchen was stunned and looked at others. "Have you heard of it?"