Ba Ye's men didn't drive me back to Vancouver, but left the farm and drove all the way west. I didn't ask anything anyway I'm used to it.
Whether it's Ba Ye or his subordinates, it seems that there is a sense of mystery in doing things. They won't tell you the arrangement of things in advance, anyway, I know, and I will always know when I get to the place.
After driving west for most of the day, I finally arrived at a small town. It was close to the seashore, and the car drove all the way to a small pier on the edge of the town.
It can be seen that this is a private yacht dock. There are many large and small yachts moored on both sides. The guards at the gate also stopped our car, and didn't let us in until Ba Ye's men showed a pass.
This is a small harbor. There are three or four piers. I saw some workers repairing yachts, and some were painting or maintaining them with paint.
Ba Ye's men took me all the way to the exit of a pier, where a large white yacht was parked. The hull has two layers, but the place where the number should be painted on the hull is empty. Two men of yellow race are carrying a large bucket of paint to paint some patterns on the hull.
"Go up."
Eighth Master's subordinates simply explained to me.
When I got on the boat and stepped into the cabin, I saw Ba Ye's slightly stern face. His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about a problem. However, when he saw me coming in, Ba Ye still smiled a little, then raised his head and looked at me, the expression on his face was still so calm, and his tone was very calm and soothing: "Chen Yang, are you back?"
"Um."
I put down my bag and stood in front of Ba Ye.
"sit down."
I noticed that on the table in the cabin, there were several cups, and there was residual tea in each cup, and even a drop of tea in two cups had not been touched. Obviously not long before I came here, Ba Ye had many guests.
Eighth Master then casually fiddled with the tea set in front of him. It was a very high-end Kung Fu tea set. His movements were smooth and flowing. He washed the cup and made tea. The water is calm. Finally handed me a small teacup.
I took it with both hands and took a sip.
"How?" He glanced at me.
"Ah, very good."
"Can you drink it?"
"I can't drink it." I smiled with a calm look on my face: "To be honest, I know almost nothing about these tea ceremonies, and I can't tell the difference between good and bad tea. The tea leaves here must be good things, and the things you use are definitely not bad."
Ba Ye smiled, he squinted his eyes and looked at me: "You are very honest."
"It's not honest." I said lightly, "I can also tell lies - there are very few people in this world who don't tell lies. It's just that I don't think there is any need to lie about this kind of question."
"You are a very nice young man." Ba Ye smiled: "I talked on the phone with the old cat, Lao Kong, just before you came. They all said that you are good."
I said nothing, and neither did the expression on my face.
Ba Ye sighed for a long time: "You're right. No one in this world never lies. Actually... Let me tell you a little secret..."
He swept his hand over the tea set in front of him, and said with a smile, "This set of tea set is a high-end product, worth tens of thousands of yuan, and it is made by a famous artist! This can of tea leaves costs more than 1,600 yuan a tael... It's considered It's expensive, so it's a very good thing. But, let's be honest... In fact, I'm the same as you, and I can't drink the tea leaves that cost 1,600 yuan a tael..." He laughed and said: "Actually, in my mouth, this thing is not much different from the big bowl of herbal tea I drank in the army back then."
We looked at each other and laughed.
"The tea ceremony symbolizes identity, and in the position I am in now, I must do something that suits my identity. Therefore, I must put on this spectrum. I must put on a full set of postures here decently. Even I Learned the necessary procedures for tasting Gongfu tea from a tea ceremony expert...and all because of need!"
I heard that there seemed to be some deep meaning in Ba Ye's words, but he didn't say it clearly, and I didn't understand what he meant, so I could only keep silent.
"Chen Yang, in recent years, I have rarely seen a young man whom I admire. I can tell you clearly that you are one! I am very happy that Fatty sent you here. As for your Choice, I don’t want to say more. In short, you chose to do this, you chose to follow us to do some big things, then everything must follow the rules of this circle!”
"I see."
"You were sent by Fatty, and I admire you very much. You even saved Lao Qi once. Logically speaking, I should take care of you. But this circle naturally has its own rules, so I have to treat you first. illustrate!"
"Baye, tell me."
"Okay." He retracted the smile on his face, and his expression became serious: "You should understand that we are an organization! We have a part of the power in the Chinese circle in Canada. At the same time, what I have to tell you is... We are black!"
"I see."
Ba Ye glanced at me quickly: "Lao Qi and I are just members of this organization, or we are just the people in charge of this area in Vancouver. But the difference is that Lao Qi has already washed his hands, so now He basically doesn't ask about the affairs of the organization. I can let you come directly and follow me to do things. But I said, we have our rules... And, the rules are the rules! No one can break it! Including myself! So , even though I admire you very much, and even though Fatty Fang is in it, I can't directly allow you to join our organization!"
I still didn't speak, looked at Ba Ye, quietly waiting for his next words.
There was a trace of satisfaction in Ba Ye's eyes, as if he appreciated my patience.
"To enter this circle, you must first do something that convinces the brothers in the organization!" Ba Ye narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "In the Water Margin, you have seen the story of Lin Chong going to Liangshan on a snowy night. Is it?"
"Seen."
"Leopard head." Eighth Master seemed to sigh, then slowly took out a pipe from his arms, tapped it twice on the table, added tobacco and lit it, and puffed out the smoke lightly, with deep meaning Looking at me: "The coach of the 800,000 Imperial Army! He is skilled in martial arts! Lin Chong's skills are considered top-notch in Liangshan, but even such a great hero has to go through a hurdle before going up the mountain to join the gang!"
Then Ba Ye smiled and said: "Of course, you are not Lin Chong, and I am not Wang Lun, a white-clothed scholar who is jealous of the virtuous and capable, and our organization is not a water park in Liangshan... But there is one thing that is the same!"
I sighed, understood what Ba Ye said, and said slowly: "Certificate of honor?"
"Yes, vote for a certificate." Ba Ye quickly said: "If you want to join the group, you must first do something to make everyone recognize you!"
I immediately stood up: "What should I do?"
Ba Ye didn't talk nonsense with me anymore, he pointed at the cups on the table: "Did you see these cups?"
"Um."
"Remember the day you first came, your seventh uncle was almost blocked at home and killed because of emotion?"
"Um."
"One of our business offended those Vietnamese. Anyway, we have been fighting with the Vietnamese for so many years, and we don't care about having such a grievance. But this matter is a bit strange! I can't tell the specifics now. You, I can only say that we originally did it in a very secret way, and the Vietnamese probably wouldn’t know about it. But they did! And in retaliation, they attacked Uncle Qi! As for the Vietnamese, of course we have There is a way to deal with them, but the problem now is that I need to find out who told the Vietnamese people about it! Fortunately, in this world, secrets are hard to keep, and I have already found some clues. It is local Another Chinese organization did it."
"Chinese organization?" I was a little surprised.
"Yes." Ba Ye said lightly: "Actually, our relationship with the local traditional Chinese gangs has never seemed to be very good. It's just that everyone has restrained a lot in the past two years. After all, they are all Chinese, and they call each other. Go, let foreigners watch jokes for no reason! But this time they have crossed the line! Your seventh uncle has washed his hands in the golden basin and no longer cares about organizing things! The Vietnamese don’t know the rules of our Chinese, and they still attack him. You can ignore it. But those Chinese... they are also Chinese! According to the rules of our Chinese people, after the golden basin washes their hands, they should not be dragged into these grievances again. They should understand this truth!" There was a faint hint of tinge in Ba Ye's voice Chill: "I don't care about those foreigners, and I can't control them! But as a Chinese, I actually do such bad manners..."
I could see a trace of evil spirit flashing in Ba Ye's eyes!
He pointed to the teacups on the table: "Originally, I invited a few leading figures of the local Huabang to come over for a chat today, and everyone made it clear! I know who made this incident, and we will definitely Get justice! But I hope these other people don't interfere! It's a pity... It seems that we haven't made any big moves for too long, and now we come out to have tea with them (talking, slang, meaning negotiation), they It seems that they have forgotten the previous things! Humph, they took our politeness as a blessing! Today’s incident was just a test! If that guy was just a person, I’m sure he’s not that bold! But he dared to do it, I think it is A temptation by the local Chinese gang! If we are weak, they will unite and force us step by step! I can also see what happened today! Hmph... "
I understand, it seems that the conversation between Ba Ye and those people was not very speculative.
"Rules are rules! If someone breaks the rules, he must pay the price! Otherwise, if everyone dares to break the rules and step over the boundary in the future, then we should stop messing around!"
Eighth Master slowly took out a photo from his pocket, put it on the table and gently pushed it over.
"This man, he must die within three days, I don't care what method you use." Ba Ye's tone was as cold as ice: "If you miss, I will send another person to do this... Then you... just give I'm going to wash the car!"
After speaking, he glanced at me.
I was speechless, picked up the photo and looked at it slowly for a while, and finally just said in an understatement tone: "Three days, I know."