After that call, I couldn't get in touch with the fat man for half a day, and his satellite phone was always unanswered. I couldn't help worrying about him: Although I knew that the fat man had great powers, the previous phone call didn't sound optimistic...
The room was full of messy clothes, skirts, and women's underwear. Last night was so crazy, I didn't even notice how many bottles we drank.
Anyway, there was already a row of empty whiskey bottles on the ground. I took a look, and there were more than a dozen bottles. There were people lying on the sofa and the floor stalls in the room. These girls were all disheveled and their jade bodies were in a horizontal pattern. From such a quick glance, they were quite attractive.
Hangover and carnival, until about ten o'clock in the morning, some people were still asleep. After some girls woke up, they looked tired and ran around looking for cigarettes.
Such a scene made me feel a little bit emotional. At least in the past, this kind of all-night party scene, I often experienced it when I was working in a nightclub.
After some ladies woke up, they didn't rush to get dressed—anyway, they went crazy last night. They didn't care about being naked. Others generously asked me if I had any cigarettes.
I smiled, took out a hundred dollars and threw it to one of them, and asked her to go out and buy cigarettes.
I know that the most high-end cigarettes in Vietnam are called Shenglipai cigarettes, and the high-end cigarettes are only about 20 yuan a pack. The lady immediately smiled, and ran out on tiptoe with the banknotes, and brought back a few packs of cigarettes in a short while, and then a group of girls came over laughing and snatching cigarettes.
I rubbed my temples and felt a bit of a headache.
Although I didn't drink much last night, I had a long talk with Hong Da earlier in the morning, and I needed to think about too many things in my mind. A feeling of lack of energy.
And that fat guy... alas. I sighed and called again, but still couldn't get through.
After Hong Da talked with me in the morning, it seemed that the burden in his heart had been relieved, and he felt relaxed. He hugged the two girls and went to the small private room next door to catch up on sleep, while I still had to worry about thinking The next step.
Ciro.
In the morning, the three of us were about to leave the nightclub. I sprinkled a lot of money down, full of grandpa's style here, the nightclub from the head waiter to the waiter all took my tips.
I glanced at Ciro. Ciro was in better spirits than me, but he was depressed. I smiled at him, and he bared his teeth at me with an ugly smile. I casually threw a pack of cigarettes over, Shiro didn't say much, just smoked.
I know, he still needs some things to figure out.
At this time, a pair of soft hands gently pressed on my head, and then I felt the woman's soft fingers pressing my temples, rubbing them gently, and helping me massage.
I looked back, and it was the mixed-race beauty. I smiled at her: "Are you awake?"
Her hair was fluffy, and she looked lazy after waking up, but her eyes were bright. She massaged me gently, and whispered: "I'm fine. Fortunately, I went out with you last night..."
I understood what she meant. Most of the people who stayed in the room drank a lot of wine, but she accompanied me out for a tour, didn't drink much, and could make more money.
I glanced at her, and felt more and more that this girl looked pleasing to the eye. She is very beautiful, the kind of beauty with a touch of seductiveness, especially when she just woke up in the morning, she has a lazy and seductive look, and her eyes are very seductive.
I let out a long breath, hugged her back, and then easily hugged her whole body and put her on my lap. She let out an exclamation, then quickly calmed down. A smile flashed in my eyes, and a pair of small hands began to grope up my thigh...
I pressed her hand lightly, and said slowly: "No... Please massage my head, it hurts a little."
A look of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she pulled herself together immediately, and I simply lay down on the sofa with my head on her lap. Her technique is not proficient, obviously not good at massage, but fortunately her fingers are very soft, and I feel very comfortable when pressed.
A group of girls around had almost woken up, smoking and chatting together. They all spoke Vietnamese, and I couldn't understand a word anyway. I thought about it, took out my wallet, took out the banknotes inside, tipped them, and let them go.
I looked up at the mixed-race beauty: "You go back too, you can go home and sleep." Then I took out the money and gave her. She took the money and stuffed it into her pocket casually. After thinking about it, she narrowed her eyes and smiled at me: "I'll stay with you for a while, and press it for you for a while."
I smiled and didn't speak. I feel that this girl probably has some affection for me.
"How long will you stay in Hanoi?" After a while of silence, the girl suddenly asked me.
I smiled and didn't speak.
"Will you come to me again?" Her voice was gentle.
But I understand that this kind of "gentleness" is also professional! Her purpose is to hope that I will come here again to support her... Just kidding, I made such a generous move last night, such a God of Wealth, of course others would like you to come to the door!
This girl is very smart, no wonder she is the red card lady here. Don't think that it's easy to get a red card, and don't think that being a lady is all you have to do to be hugged and touched by guests, or to be ashamed and take off your clothes and slip into a man's arms... Those are the lowest grades. Only nympho men or horny men who have never seen a woman would like this.
This mixed-race MM is obviously very technical. She won't get into your arms, she won't take off her clothes on purpose to tempt you, but like now, after a hangover, she will make a gentle appearance, gently massage me, and then use her affectionate tone and gentle eye waves Looking at you... This method is much better!
I smiled: "I don't know. I'll see you again when I have a chance."
There was some resentment in her eyes, and I couldn't help but sigh, this girl's morality is too deep... When she was in China, she was able to act so realistically, almost all of them were famous super red card ladies!
I felt her fingers gradually slide down from my forehead, slid across my face intentionally or unintentionally, fingertips gently caressed my skin... finally landed on my chest slowly, her With dexterous fingers, I lifted my collar, and suddenly said with a smile, "Yi? What is this?"
Her fingers gently gripped the ring I was wearing around my neck.
I didn't speak, but she seemed very curious: "Is this silver... why do you hang the ring around your neck?" I didn't answer, but slowly took her hand away and said with a smile: "Secret, Can't tell you."
She made a face at me.
After resting for a while, I checked the time, it was almost eleven o'clock. I immediately turned over and sat up, and patted her face: "Okay, I should go too."
I asked Xi Luo to call Hong Da in the next room, and then I started to tidy up my clothes. The mixed-race beauty handed me a business card between two fingers, with a smile on her face: "This is my phone number, remember to call me when you are free."
I took a look at it, and there was a faint fragrance on the business card. On a small business card, there is simply a name and a phone number.
"This is my personal business card, not for guests." She explained with a smile: "It's my real name...you remember my name."
After finishing speaking, she came over and kissed me on the face, with a sly look in her eyes: "Can you tell me your name?"
"Little Five." I replied simply.
"Xiao Wu..." She leaned against me, murmured in my ear, then smiled slightly, and said in a low voice, "You are fine, I like you very much."
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When he walked out of the nightclub, Hong Da was in good spirits. He seemed to have let go of a heavy burden, and his whole body was obviously much lighter. I glanced at this guy, feeling a little helpless. Ciro looked much better, at least his face was not so gloomy.
I patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's find a place to eat and fill our stomachs now." He smiled at me... and then said to me seriously: "Xiao Wu, I figured it out .”
"Huh?" I froze for a moment.
"You are my good brother." The boy said with a serious expression, "You will not lie to me! No matter what you say or do, I believe you!"
We found a Vietnamese restaurant and went in to eat something. I ate two bowls of chicken noodle, but Hong Da killed ten "headless eggs", that is, the kind of "duck eggs". Stuffing those fluffy little things into my mouth, I can only sigh, anyway, I can't eat this kind of thing.
Finally, around twelve noon, I got a call! It's Fatty Fang calling!
"Boy, are you still alive?" The voice of the fat man on the phone was weak.
I breathed a sigh of relief: "I should ask you this question, right?"
The fat man smiled over there: "Damn, I was lucky this time. Someone almost sank the boat and turned into an old dog in salty soup." He joked, and then his tone quickly became serious: " Well, where are you now?"
"Hanoi." I looked around, and then called out the name of the street.
The fat man smiled at the other end, and said: "It seems that I have to trouble you to be a bodyguard for a few more hours. I am in Xialong Bay now, so I can only trouble you to bring that guy over to see me."
After the fat man finished speaking, he coughed twice. I heard something was wrong, and frowned, "What's wrong with you?"
"Damn it, it's not good, but it's okay." He smiled on the other end of the phone, his voice was still heroic: "Don't worry, my life is very hard. You hurry up and bring that guy over here. I can only stay here Stay for a day."
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Xialong Bay is not far from Hanoi... Anyway, the whole of Vietnam is not that big. I simply stopped a taxi on the spot and asked him if he would take us to Halong Bay.
The driver looked at the three of us in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then negotiated the price with Hong Da in a wordy manner.
I know the driver is making excuses and the purpose is simply to raise the price. I didn't bother to talk to him, so I threw out two hundred RMB and said calmly, "That's all. If you don't want to, I'll find someone else."
Sure enough, the driver immediately had a bright smile on his face, said a few words to Hong Dafei in the local dialect, and even jumped out of the car to open the door for us.
Hong Da sighed to me: "You kid, you are really generous."
I curled my lips: "Time waits for no one, we spend money to buy time. Besides, if you stay here for an extra minute, you will be in danger for an extra minute."
The car drove out of Hanoi at a high speed. I looked at the far away city, sighed in my heart, and thought to myself, I don’t want to come to this place again in my life!
The driver charged a high fare and drove very hard. After more than three hours, we have arrived near a private pier in Xialong Bay.
I found this place according to the address I reported to Fatty on the phone. This is a cruise ship pier, and there are some yachts moored on both sides, but many of them are ships of some travel companies. Not far away is a fisherman's wharf, and there are many people coming and going.
This place is a little run-down. Walking on the pier, many wooden boards under your feet are a little old and loose, and they creak and creak when you step on it. I searched for a while, looking for the figure of the fat man among the densely packed boats moored on both sides, but suddenly saw a figure standing there in the distance, waving at me.
I took a closer look and recognized it. This is the Vietnamese man under the fat man!
It was the Vietnamese who drove me in a motorboat when he smuggled me out to sea! It was he who gave me a bottle of water with glucose solution before I got on the boat, and that bottle of water later saved my life!
Wearing shorts and shorts, barefoot and dark skin, he stood beside a white yacht and waved to me. When I walked over, I saw a piece of gauze on his hand. I gestured at him and he grinned. Then he pointed to the yacht next to him and signaled us to get on board.
He got busy quickly, untied the cable, and then went ashore with a bucket to store fresh water.
This is an old yacht, the hull has not been painted for a long time, and it is a little dilapidated. After walking on it, Hong Da's eyes were a little wary, and I relaxed because I heard a familiar laughter!
Fatty's laughter came from the cabin, I kicked the door open and jumped in first. Sure enough, I saw the fat man leaning on a chair with a bottle in his hand. He sat cross-legged, revealing a wound on the calf of his left leg. He was carefully pouring some medicine from a bottle and sprinkled it on the wound. He was obviously in pain, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes were twitching non-stop, but the more it hurt, the more he felt. The bigger the smile on the face.
"What the hell are you doing?" I frowned, with excitement on my face: "Dude, we meet again!"
The fat man raised his head and looked at me, with a smile on his face, he beckoned and said, "Come here! Damn, you're here, help me apply the medicine! I've got a scar on my back too!"
My heart sank, and I walked over with a frown: "What's wrong with you?"
I saw that the wound on his calf was very deep, the flesh on both sides was turned over, bleeding a lot, and a lot of blood-stained cotton balls and gauze were thrown on the ground, the fat man grinned and inhaled, non-stop Shaking his big head.
"why are you laughing?"
"Damn, because it hurts!" The fat man stared and said, "I'm such a big man, I can't cry! So I just have to laugh! The more it hurts, the harder I laugh!"
I sighed, took the medicine bottle in his hand, helped him treat the injury on his calf, and wrapped him in gauze. The fat man sighed and took off his coat again. I saw a lot of blood on the coat, he threw the clothes on the ground casually, then pointed to the two seats in the cabin, looked at Xi Luo and Hong Da standing at the door, and said with a smile: "You two guests, although sit down."
I frowned and stared at the fat man's back. There was a gash on his back that was clearly scratched. I looked at him suspiciously, and he exhaled: "Shrapnel. Damn..."
I helped him apply the medicine, frowned and said, "Your wound needs to be stitched up, do you have any needles here?"
The fat man waved his hand: "No need, don't I know your technique of stitching wounds? The stitches are crooked, and I have to remove the heavy seams when I go back! You can help me apply the medicine first, and take care of it briefly. I will find someone to fix it when I go back." I'll do it." After a pause, he smiled and said, "Such a small injury can't kill anyone!"
"What's going on?" I whispered.
"At sea, I met my enemy, and we had a fight. I sank one of their boats, and then ran away." The fat man glanced at me: "It was the Vietnamese who did it."
His tone was a bit vague. I knew that there were outsiders present, so he couldn't explain it too clearly, so I didn't ask any more. He just quickly wrapped up his wound. Then he handed him a cigarette: "Is there any morphine on board?"
"I have used it." The fat man smiled: "Okay, let's talk about serious business."
I haven't seen Fatty for many days, he is still round, but his skin is a bit dark, probably from the sun in the sea. His body is still very strong, and his smile is still so bright and heroic, as if he is not afraid of anything. There is still a sly light in the small eyes...
The fat man was also looking at me, he looked me up and down several times, and sighed slowly: "Xiao Wu, you have changed so much!"
"Oh?" I smiled.
"Your appearance." The fat man smiled: "You look much more mature, unlike when I first met you, you were stunned."
I simply smiled, and then pointed to Xi Luo and Hong Da behind me: "This is the brother who came to work with me this time..." I glanced at Xi Luo: "Boy, call your brother, this is our brother." old-timer."
The fat man waved his hand, smiled at Ciro, and then looked at Hong Da with a smile in his eyes: "This... is our distinguished guest this time, right?"
"This is Mr. Hong." I took a breath and said with concentration: "I told you on the phone."
The fat man nodded, took a look at Hong Da, and said with a smile: "My man, I'm not comfortable, so I won't get up to shake hands with you. Now we are in the same boat, let's take care of each other!" After a pause, he said lightly: "I've already contacted the above. Tonight, you can take my boat and go with us. I will be responsible for sending you to a safe place... Then, the person in charge of our business here will meet with you and have a talk. "
Hong Da nodded, his face was serious.
The fat man glanced at me: "Okay, Xiao Wu, your task is completed. Now leave it to me... I will do the rest."
"Well, shall I leave in your boat too?" I asked.
The fat man smiled: "It's up to you. If you are willing to take my boat and leave, it's just that the sea will be bumpy for a few days, so don't shout that you can't stand it."
I frowned and glanced at Xi Luo and Hong Da: "Why do you need to take a boat? We can just go back by plane."
The fat man sighed. He looked at me with a weird smile, shook his head and said, "Are you stupid? Flying a plane? Naturally, you two boys have no problem flying. But if Mr. Hong takes a plane, it is tantamount to his own It's a trap!"
He smiled: "After all, this is Vietnam, and it is the territory of the Vietnamese... Mr. Hong disappeared for a few days, and now the Vietnamese must be looking for him everywhere... Let me be honest, you have been in Hanoi for so long, but the Vietnamese have not found him." , count yourself lucky!"
I smiled and said nothing.
The Vietnamese must also be looking for Hong Da, because Hong Da has been with me since he landed and has not contacted the Vietnamese anymore.
After talking for a while, Hong Da winked. He knew that our own people must have some private conversations, and he, an outsider, would definitely not be present, so he found an excuse and went to rest in a cabin inside.
"Help me to the deck for a walk." The fat man sighed and glanced at me. I nodded, leaving Shiro in the cabin.
The fat man was injured on his leg, and his body was half hanging on me. While supporting him, I smiled and said, "Brother, your weight has dropped a lot."
The fat man laughed and cursed: "Nonsense, I have been floating in the sea for a long time this time, so I should have lost a lot of weight."
On the deck, I helped him sit down, and the fat man's face became serious. He looked up at me: "You did a good job this time!"
I didn't speak.
The fat man sighed: "Before you came, I contacted Fang Bazhi..."
"I..." Just as I was about to say something, the fat man moved his hands away and said with a smile: "You don't need to tell me about your affairs. Although Fang Bazhi and I are an organization in name, I'm in Southeast Asia, and he's in North America. The situation, each other will not ask each other's affairs. Only when necessary, they will help each other. Do you understand?"
I nodded, with a smile on the corner of my mouth: "I understand... 'airborne soldier mode'!"
A trace of surprise flashed in the fat man's eyes: "Oh, you even understand this. It seems that you have learned a lot in the past six months."
Then he sighed: "This time, you are like parachuting into my territory to do business. I will naturally help you solve your difficulties... just..."
He frowned, hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at the sea in the distance...
Suddenly, I heard him say softly: "The situation in Canada is very complicated now, so be careful."
After a pause, the fat man said slowly again: "I know that guy, Tiger... What I want to tell you is: don't follow his old ways!"
My heart moved, and I couldn't help staring at the fat man, carefully watching his face.
Fatty looked at the sea, his face was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations, and the tone of his speech just now seemed to be very stable... But I don't know why, I always feel that he seems to have something in his words!
Don't follow Tiger's old path... The meaning of this sentence, on the surface, seems to be a simple warning to me: don't betray Ba Ye, don't be a traitor...
Seems like a simple warning...
However, with Fatty's friendship with me and his understanding of my temperament, he knows that I will never betray my brother!
With how well Fatty knows me, there is no need for him to say such a meaningless "warning" to me.
So what does the fat man mean by this sentence
Don't go the same way as Tiger!
Could it be...
My face changed slightly!
Could it be that the fat man wanted to say to me: Don't be too loyal to Master Ba like Tiger!
Tiger has fallen to where he is today. Objectively speaking, he deserves to be a traitor... But it's hard to say that he is not responsible for Eighth Master!
Just like what Tiger said: "I have worked hard for Ba Ye for twenty years, and now I am getting old, what have I got?"
The atmosphere became a little silent, and I obviously felt that the fat man was trying to hint at me, but from his standpoint, it seemed that some words were not very convenient to say.
Finally, the fat man laughed a few times and said, "Okay, I've been busy all day, and I'm hungry. You go to the cargo hold at the back and take out the bottom box! Feed your stomach first and then talk about it!"
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The Vietnamese man under Fatty came back soon. He added fresh water to the boat and brought back a lot of food. According to the fat man's instructions, I dug out a box from the cargo hold, and it was covered with ashes.
I lifted it out and opened it, only to find that there were several bottles of wine inside!
The top is all crooked, and I don't know what the problem is. I have only recently learned English, but the bottle is obviously not English.
"This is in Russian!" The fat man smiled and patted my forehead: "Boy, this is the most authentic vodka! Old Maozi's favorite thing! My collection! If you didn't come today, I would still be reluctant to take it Come out!"
There was also a small refrigerator on board, and I dug out a large glass jar from it, and took a look: "What is this?"
The fat man quickly snatched it away, with a distressed expression on his face: "Fuck! Be careful when you take it! Don't fall to the ground, I can't afford to chop you up!"
He sighed and said with a smile: "This is also a good thing, the most authentic Russian caviar! I usually don't want to eat a few mouthfuls, but today is a bargain for you!"
We were on the deck, drinking vodka, eating caviar, plus some canned food brought back by the Vietnamese, and settled the dinner on the spot.
I'm not used to that caviar, although the fat man said it was very precious. But Hong Da obviously knew the goods. When he saw the vodka and caviar, his eyes lit up immediately! So the two fat men quickly became acquainted with each other through drinking.
Although fat people are injured, it is not suitable to drink alcohol, but this kind of gangster who lives on knife edge will ignore these things. Still gulping vodka into his mouth.
After drinking and eating, the fat man asked the Vietnamese to take Hong Da into the cabin to rest.
He glanced at me, and slowly said: "I'm going to sail tonight...you..." He thought for a while, and said, "You'd better not take my boat and leave."
He sighed, smiled, and said: "The sea is not very safe either. You and Xi Luo, you two, go back to Hanoi, and leave Vietnam by plane from Hanoi. Anyway, the Vietnamese are looking for Hong Da, you two People are very safe in Vietnam."
I nodded: "Then be careful at sea."
The fat man smiled and said, "Recently we had a falling out with the Vietnamese. We had done several transactions with each other at sea. Now I have to let Hong Da leave on my boat. He can't be at the station. It will be very dangerous to show up in public at places like the airport, and it is safest to go by sea. As for you... you go back by plane."
I didn't say anything, but Shiro hesitated. He seemed to want to say something, but I immediately pressed his hand to prevent him from speaking.
"That's it." I said simply, "Let's go back to Hanoi and take the plane."
The fat man didn't say anything more, he asked the Vietnamese to take us to the pier, and he stood on the boat and watched Xi Luo and I go away.
"Xiao Wu...is this okay?" Xi Luo was a little worried: "Hong Da is someone we control, now hand Hong Da to him..."
I smiled: "Don't worry, Fatty is absolutely trustworthy... He must have a reason for not letting us go with his boat."
I clenched my fist, and I held something in my palm, a very soft ball, a small ball of paper, and I don't know what was written on it.
It was just before we parted, when the fat man hugged me, he quietly stuffed it into my palm!