In early summer, the temperature in Los Angeles changed from the comfort of spring to unbearable heat, while Berezov's - poisonous - nest - reflects the hotness that is exactly matched by the temperature.

At dusk, the house that was raided by the anti-black and anti-drug department police a few days ago became lively. People wearing short-sleeved tattoos with arms exposed began to step into the yard familiarly. These people and acquaintances in the yard kept greeting, as if they were coming to attend a party. This house belonging to Belizov not only seemed declining after the police visited, but on the contrary began to flourish. The beautiful Russian girls were holding beer in the courtyard and twisting with Em's rap. The men in large T-shirts surrounded the oven and waited for the barbecue that was about to be released. The small owner of the yard Berezov was even more happy, as if he had just won a prize of hundreds of millions.

"Doko, my dear cousin, you really satisfy me. In just one week, our customer base has recovered by a full 15%! Do you know? Those customers who have left us are slowly returning. The reason for the return is that Green made a bet with others in Beverly Hills. The content of the bet is the industry loophole you told him. This bet made Green win a full hundred thousand dollars, and it made the rich people who think they are using high-end goods collectively dumbfounded. I never thought that the rich people would doubt the integrity of our competitors because of the error of a few grams at a time. What does this matter to those rich people with a net worth of over 100,000 dollars? But they just care!"

Berezov obviously drank a lot, and excitedly held the Russian girl beside him into his arms, and at the same moment he buried himself in the other person's round rolling round, shaking his voice in his mouth. The sound of "Polulu" kept making...

When Berezov raised his head, a serious Doko spoke: "Cousin, it seems we have to plan for the next step."

Berezov looked at Doko, who was wearing a suit and not relaxed at the party, and said, "So anxious?"

"Of course." Duoke said naturally: "If you want to win, you have to be faster than the other party."

"Cousin, after we have a complete transportation channel, we are gradually gaining the trust of returning customers. The next step is to make them feel convenient. You have to pay a sum of money. We need to customize a whole batch of glass pipes. If the customers who bought our "ice" receive the "goods" placed in the glass pipes, they can be used as long as they light the lighter. Do you guess they still miss the time when they took out that thing from tin foil or plastic?"

Duoke sorted out his suit, picked up his wine glass and said, "Integrity, fast and convenient, this is a business strategy we have discussed long ago."

"No problem." Berezov agreed very happily, but he directly changed the topic and said: "Doku, after our business improved, you don't seem to be very happy."

Doko is indeed not very happy. He rarely smiles from the beginning of the party: "How could I be happy with the situation of the Doko family in the Armenian region?"

Does he really think so?

Of course not!

Doco is still in the shock of seeing Green just stepped into Beverly Hills a few days ago!

That huge manor, the magnificent house as magnificent as a palace, the butler with a British accent and the young master with a bad temper completely showed another world before him. In front of these, the Armenian area seemed insignificant. The o.g. (gangster boss) who would be furious if he lost millions of dollars in payments, became even smaller.

"I'll go and relax." Doko slowly stood up in the crowd and pulled a Russian girl over and walked into the room. The second he stepped into the room, he saw Mkoyan, who was kissing another girl passionately on the sofa, and also saw Damas, who didn't know how to deal with these girls, looked at the beauty beside him with a shy expression in the crowd, and everything began to become different from what he had expected.

Bee, bee, bee.

At this time, Doko's phone rang. When he took out the phone from his pocket and saw the extremely familiar phone number, he answered with a smile and said, "Hello, Mrs. Doko." This is a joke, which represents his satisfaction with his initial improvement in his career and proves that he has increased his confidence in the revival of the family.

"Go home." The voice of the old lady of the Doko family became a little different on the phone, and the attitude of raising some emotions was very obvious.

Duoko paused for a moment and let the exposed Russian girl in front of him stand beside him and look at him: "Mom, isn't it okay?"

"Come back, let's talk about it then."

Dou, Dou, Dou.

Doko's voice after being hung up by the phone was a little worried, then he turned his head and shouted at the two brothers in the room: "Mkoyan, Damas, we have to go back."

"Doko!" Mkoyan turned around and looked at his brother in dissatisfaction. At this time, he definitely did not want to leave.

Damas's eyes were also full of confusion.

They had no idea how to leave at all during this time that should have been celebrated.

In the eyes of everyone, the three Doko brothers drove away from Berezov's stronghold. The three brothers returned to the old house in Armenia with no thoughts. But just as they walked out of the car and opened the door with the keys, an extremely cold sound came from the room.

"Can anyone explain to me why Damas's school told me he hadn't been to school for a whole week?"

"Who can tell me how Doko asked for leave one after another in his brother's name?"

When the night was approaching, the old lady was sitting in her pajamas on the rocking chair in the room with glasses under the desk lamp and watching a book called "History of the World". The dimness of the desk lamp and this old house were far less attractive than Berezov's party. However, after returning to this house, Duoke could no longer think about it and feel an inexplicable sense of security.

"It was my phone call," Doko admitted.

The old lady stopped shaking the rocking chair when she touched the ground with her feet, and casually placed the heavy "History of the World" on the coffee table where the desk lamp was placed, and said in an extremely low voice: "Shut up!"

"If it weren't for the fact that I, the old man, could not bear the boring life, turned on the TV. Maybe until now I wouldn't know that you three were captured from Berezov by the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department." The old lady's sternness and the scenes that the three brothers of Doko just experienced formed a polarization. On the one hand, they were as passionate as fire as the temperature in Los Angeles, and on the other hand, they were as cold as ice as Alaska.

"m. We did nothing wrong." Damas habitually responded in the tone that only the most favored child in the family had.

The old lady didn't spoil him at all this time: "Is that right?"

"A student who should have taken A in school went to the streets - dealing with drugs - isn't he still looking forward to the government authorities giving you a good citizen award?"

"Do you know if we really had any conflict with SAS one day, what you did this week would directly kill you?"

Mkoyan was called back from the party by Doko, and when he got home, he was scolded by his own mother, and he felt even more urge to say something: "Mom, Damas's surname is also Duoko..."

"I-he-mom--now is now looking forward to the hospital calling me. It is best to tell me directly on the phone, 'Mary, the hospital made a mistake twenty-eight years ago. That idiot Mkoyan is not your son'." The old lady pointed to Mkoyan's nose and said: "A family leader actually asked you to make money for others or for Russians. I began to regret why I didn't let the couple crying because of the loss of a child in the hospital directly take you away!"

Duoke never thought that his mother would get so angry, and comforted him: "Mom, we are also for the Duoke family."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't forget that you are Armenian!"

In one sentence, Mary used one sentence to tear down Doko's longing in his heart and smashed the shadow that was like a mirage before him.

Yes, they are Armenians. For the entire Armenian region, these three brothers can get shelter from the entire region when the family demonstrations with this halo. So, once the three brothers of the Doko family are mixed with Berezov, a guy who is already inseparable from the Russians, is he still an Armenian? Why can his butt sit on the golden chair in the family meeting?

Now SAS doesn't have to worry about it at all. He can directly take away the only remaining chair of the Doco family with a vote at the family meeting.

Duoke understood why he always thought of that manor, which was a warning. It was like stepping into that manor not to enjoy it, but to send Green a poison that could take his life.

The old lady looked at Doko almost desperately and said, "I have been withstood for so many years, but I didn't expect that you would lose the entire Doko family in one go. It's stupid!"

The hair shook slightly as the old lady roared, and her depression filled the entire room.

Doko was unable to stand there and muttered, "Do you think I felt good about sitting on that golden chair in every family meeting?"

"Suspects gradually erode my consciousness, and count every day of gray or black in no hope. Hope, I only seek a glimmer of hope for reviving the entire family, because no one cares about what I think. From the month when my father left, my world was only left with persistence and repeated vows. I said that one day I would revenge on the predicament and cold eyes imposed on me by this world, but I just took one step, and just one step..."

"I told you to be patient!"

The old lady didn't know how to explain it, and a heavy punch hit Duoke's shoulder. When a "touch" sound came out, the old lady turned around and walked into the room silently: "It seems that you are not ready to become the 'king' at all, otherwise you wouldn't not understand the principle of 'If you want to bring a crown, you must bear the weight'."

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight!

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight!!

The meaning of these two sentences and the parties involved will never understand the meaning of the parties involved. Sometimes a tradition or a title is equivalent to a mountain. This mountain is directly pressed on the fragile human body from top to bottom. The person holding the title must not be ignored. Who makes you qualified to be the heir?

"You three are gone." The old lady said calmly. On this night when danger could come, she seemed to have no fear.

Duoke asked, "Where?"

"Go wherever you go! Hotel, your cousin Berezov is in the Russian territory, at the home of any woman who has been fooled with you, as long as you don't let the people of Saas find it, otherwise where else can you go?"

Mkoyan no longer had the resentment he had just now and asked with concern: "What if Saas comes here...?"

"I will call you after I finish these things." The old lady returned to the lamp: "Mkoyan, go upstairs and prepare, and send Damas to school to boarding tomorrow at dawn."

After the two sons went upstairs, the old lady looked at Duoko who was walking over to him and asked, "Doko, has that golden chair put too much pressure on you?"

"Yes." Duoke did not shy away from it

Mary smiled and said, "Do you know how your father handled it?"

Duoke did not respond, but the expression clearly showed that he was waiting for the follow-up.

"Your father is not a superman, and he will be nervous before the topic comes, but the reason why he is stronger than any other man is that the man I love deeply is not afraid of difficulties. You have to imagine how your father faces difficulties on weekdays. A man can have the idea of ​​avoiding when difficulties come, but he must show a roaring momentum, because there is never a problem in this world that can be avoided. You have to stand here and wait for him to come, play with him, and try your best to win this battle. This is the way a man should go."

"Remember today, this is the first time you have to rely on women to solve problems after you become an adult."

The room was quiet, and it was a bit cunning.

"By the way." The old lady suddenly added: "What did you originally planned to do after you have money?"

"What?"

"How do you plan to revive the Duoke family after your cousin Berezov made enough money?" She repeated the question.

"Of course, it's about calling up enough gunmen, and then..."

"It's still too young. Do you think you can beat SAS? Tell me, why do those good gunmen stand by your side and endure the dream of being destroyed with you if they don't surrender? Also, how long does it take to cultivate a group of subordinates who will not betray your money? Otherwise, how do you deal with SAS for a price of ten times more than you? How did Ben-La-Don and Sard-Dam fail? You forgot?"

Duoke asked after he understood something: "What does mother mean?"

"I mean my solution to the problem, not yours! It's like the way a woman treats a family. You can only have a family if you give your family, rather than listening to opinions from others!"
Chapter completed!