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36 degrees is a gray bar in Mexico City. The reason why it is called a gray bar is because this bar has a regular business license, but at the same time, this bar is close to the slums of Moria, which has caused all kinds of people to mix with all kinds of people: white-collar workers who come here to find excitement, poor people who can only drink inferior rum, and many addicts who take drugs. If you open some private rooms, there may be jaw-dropping and lustful parties inside.

It has a license, but also carries out many illegal transactions that take care of black and white, so it is called a gray bar.

The business of this bar is very popular every day, but on the night of January 18, the bar suddenly closed the door, and several black men with live ammunition guarded the door, not allowing anyone to enter.

A customer stood at the door and looked inside, and seemed to see the lights inside, which seemed to be very noisy.

Damn it! It seems that this place was taken away by a rich man, so he had to find another place. It's so unlucky. Why don't they die of these damn rich bastards?

Many people think this way and cursed the bastards who disturbed their entertainment in their hearts. However, they didn't know that the reason why the 36-degree bar closed down today was not that a rich man had booked the venue, but that there was something else.

There was a lot of noise in the bar, and countless people were sitting in their seats, shouting and shouting, even more messy than the vegetable market.

It looks like a gang gathering here, but it is not. Today, the people who come here are all black companies from private communication lines. The reason why they choose to gather here is because this is the industry of the boss of the largest black company.

"The State Telecommunications Company is now using new lines and new technologies, which is clearly for us. We want to plug those loopholes, tear down the lines we finally connected to, and catch us all in one place!"

"I saw that the so-called line renovation and update of State Telecom has nothing to do with technology. It is to build a new line and give up those lines that we have connected a lot of them."

"They are really too much! A company as big as a National Telecom Company still has to compete with us black companies, and they are simply shameless! They don't think about it because of the existence of our black companies that they have gained their current popularity. Not only do they not thank us, they also have to use this method to deal with us, which is something we absolutely cannot tolerate..."

These people shouted "outrageous indignation", but later some people realized the situation: "What's going on here? Today was Faisalo who asked us to come here, but what about others? Why hasn't it been there yet? Didn't it be that he heard the name of State Telecom and hid in the crotch of a bitch and dared not come out? Then he should go back to the slums of Moria, where there is no place for him!"

With this shout, the anger in the bar suddenly turned into ridicule, mixed with bursts of booing.

At this time, the door on the side of the bar was suddenly opened. A man wearing a tuxedo and a top hat walked in, with a cold breath scent; behind him was a strong man over two meters tall, and the strong man was wearing a vest, and an extremely eye-catching scar struck his face, as daunting as a huge centipede lying there.

With the sudden entry of this weird group, the originally noisy bar suddenly became quiet, and only some newbies who didn't understand the situation were still asking in a low voice.

"Who is that? Why do everyone seems to be afraid of him?"

Whenever someone asks this, the people beside him will laugh nervously and angrily scold him: "Worry, that is Rakshasa Faisalo, the largest black company in Mexico's private communications line."

Of course, if it is just like this, of course it will not scare people. What is more important is the next sentence: "Did you see the strong man who helped him move the chair? He was once the leader of a mercenary group, and later followed Faisalo. It is said that Faisalo saved his life. He was loyal and cruel to Faisalo. Do you know how Faisalo became the largest family? All competitors he disliked would be salvaged incompletely in the Molia River, and he also got the nickname of Rakshasa."

Some people also wondered: "Is this Faisalo so powerful? Then, isn't anyone care about him if he is so arrogant?"

The answer to this question is helpless: "Don't worry about him? This is a very ridiculous joke I heard. Do you know that Faisalo is a sponsor of every president. His behavior here is acquiesced. It is our life for a black company that connects privately, but it is just one of his many money-making industries. The bar we are in now is his industry."

Faisalo on the stage seemed to hear someone introducing him below, so he smiled slightly, and the coldness made everyone shudder.

Faisalo looked around the audience and said, "Actually, I was outside very early. I just heard your discussion so positively that I decided to come in later, but it seemed that I heard something bad."

As Faisalo said, the strong man following him suddenly jumped off the stage and ran directly in one direction. He pulled out a man in a burst of exclamations.

"You mentioned the crotch of a bitch just now, right? Then you will understand what the crotch of a bitch is."

Faisalo said to him casually, but it made the man's face pale and he hurriedly shouted: "I'm sorry, Faisalo is wrong, please forgive me for this slutty mouth!"

However, Faisalo ignored it and waved his hand, and then the strong man took the man out like a chicken.

The screams were getting farther and farther away, but everyone at the scene was getting lower and lower and scared.

Faisalo suddenly asked: "I know what you are thinking now. You must all think that I am a devil as cruel as Satan. It is the use of violence that makes you surrender here, right?"

No one answered this question, to be precise, no one dared to answer it, but their eyes showed that that's what they thought.

"If you really think so, then I can only say that you are all a bunch of stupid pigs!" Faisalo suddenly said angrily, "You guys, have you forgotten who made this market? Just you? It's not that I look down on you. Even if you give you another ten years, you are still guerrillas with small advertisements everywhere!"

Faisalo's words shocked everyone like a bolt from the blue. Then they remembered that Faisalo could become the largest and most appealing black company in all private communication lines in Mexico. In addition to his ruthless means, the most important thing was that he told everyone with practical actions how these black companies should attract customers and how to grow. Finally, he divided nearly half of the individual users in the communication market, and even many units cooperated with them.

"I just remembered it now. It seems that you have forgotten it for too long." Faisalo snorted coldly.

Someone said below: "Faisaro, we can apologize to you about this matter. You are indeed our leader, so we are here; but now we are not the time to discuss this issue. Now that the State Telecom Company has launched new lines and new technologies, we can no longer connect private lines like before, we have to solve this problem first!"

Someone took the lead, and others followed and agreed, "Fezaro, we all listened to you. National Telecom is too much. It even launched new lines and technologies without our consent. This is clearly to let us die!"

"I don't care how your National Telecom will make money, but you can't cut off our financial resources because of this. This is something that only bitches do! Today, when the National Telecom news came out, thirty users told me that they gave up using my line. After I got here, my phone kept ringing, and there would definitely be more."

"They are killing them all! We must fight back and tell the bastards of the National Telecommunications Company that we are not allowed to bully them at will. Faisalo, you have to take us with you!"

"We can cut off their new lines, and we can also smash their base stations and booths. Anyway, some people have done this before, and I haven't seen how they can do anything to those guys. We are always much stronger than those pigs in Molia. Even if they call the police, we can escape to Molia. Even if they catch up, they can only lick our butts!"

Facing the noise below, Faisalo said, "You idiots, shut your mouth, you are not worthy of saying this here."

This sudden statement stunned everyone. They didn't understand why Faisalo suddenly said this.

Standing on the stage, Faisalo looked down with joking sarcastic look: "It seems you are not convinced, so please close your eyes and think about what you said just now. Do you idiots still think we are rats hiding and hidden, and can't get on the table, thinking we are stray dogs who follow the National Telecommunications to pick up bones?"

Someone shouted below: "Of course we are not stray dogs. We are businessmen who are equal to State Telecom and the Chinese, and they are not the targets they can bully at will!"

Faisalo pointed at the man: "Yes, we are not objects they can bully or even ignore at will. We are also an integral part of the entire Mexican communications market. It is impossible for them to leave us alone and take away the market that should belong to us, or even directly take money from our pockets. We should tell them this clearly."

As Faisalo said, the people below also echoed: "Yes, that's our money, we will never allow anyone to take it away!"

Someone also looked up and said, "Faisaro, you are our boss. You told us how to do these companies, so now we all listen to you. We will do whatever you say you want us to do. Whether it is to march or destroy the things of the State Telecommunications Company, or even directly tied up the damn Chinese, we will execute the order!"

Faisalo smiled: "If this is needed, then I will definitely be ahead of you, but now, I think we should talk to them first. After all, even if it is a war, we must be clear and not to fight a fool. I will go to the National Telecom as a representative."

Faisalo's decision brought a cheer, and the people in the audience were excited and said: "This is so great. We are waiting for your good news! Faisalo, you are worthy of being our boss, the hero of the entire Mexican communications market. Our choice is the right one!"

Someone also laughed and said, "Faisaro, you have to control your emotions. I heard that those rich people are very brave. It will be very troublesome if you scare that Chinese to death!"

Faisalo on the stage also showed an extremely confident smile.
Chapter completed!