"You really don't care about these things?"
Sitting in his office above the restaurant, Shiro frowned at me.
"You can just take care of it." I smiled: "From now on, the account on this street, my younger brother who collects the account, you can watch it."
"Little Five!" Ciro looked at me with some seriousness, but he hesitated to say something: "Are you still worried about me..." He thought for a while, and said outrightly: "Are you worried that I will treat you? Create a estrangement, so give me all these powers? Don't fight with me?"
I glanced at Shiro, then slowly closed the door and sat opposite him.
"Xi Luo, you're thinking too much." I said seriously, "I didn't mean to give you power on purpose. There is no such thing as giving or not between us brothers! Remember this!"
"Yeah." Shiro nodded.
I looked at him and said in a low voice: "Xi Luo, you have to understand my painstaking efforts. You have been out to do things for too short a time, and what you lack now is experience. These things, if you keep an eye on them, it will be good for you. As for Who cares about things... that's not important. Besides, we only have such a big place in our hands now, a small pond, do you plan to stay in this pond for the rest of your life?"
"I... I didn't think about it that much." Ciro said honestly.
"My intention, you will understand in the future." I smiled and said: "You have never taken care of the little brother, you should be more thoughtful in the future... The trick I gave them today is to stabilize people's hearts first. Now among these guys, It's hard to guarantee that no one will be tricky, but it doesn't matter, the rules are gradually established. From now on, you should observe more, listen more, and talk less. After you master these people, you will naturally understand the truth inside... Also, don't look They are honest today, but if you are not careful in the future and let them look down on you, it is inevitable that they will use some tricks to fool you. This is up to you to be careful... Sometimes, when you should be cruel, you can’t Be soft-hearted! Either you don’t make a move, and if you make a move, everyone will be afraid of you! Do you understand?”
Ciro nodded thoughtfully, but then asked again: "Xiao Wu, what are you..."
I smiled and looked into his eyes: "You are my brother, we will have a long life in the future! We will do great things in the future! Now this site is for you to practice your skills."
There is also a reason why I am so relieved to hand things over to Shiro.
I really don't want to argue with him. The biggest taboo in any organization is unclear leadership! And more importantly, Ba Ye's obvious intention is to create a gap between me and Xi Luo, how can I give in
As for Ciro himself, he has many advantages, but his shortcomings are also obvious. He is young, impulsive, and most importantly, lacks experience. And this street is a good place for him to exercise.
Moreover, the current situation is generally stable.
We are surrounded by other Chinese gangs, and now the Chinese gangs and our big circle have temporarily made peace, so there will be no disputes or struggles. In "peaceful" times. I'm going to use the current period to sharpen the knife of Ciro! Let him mature as soon as possible.
In the evening, I left Xi Luo to take care of the restaurant, and then Eighth Master sent someone to look for me. I remembered that when I met Ba Ye on the yacht in the morning, he said that he would let me "drink soup" in the evening.
The person who picked me up was "Little Pig". This young man drove over in a car and took me to the pier by the sea.
Ba Ye still met me on the yacht.
When I stepped onto the boat, I smelled a strong aroma with a faint fishy smell, as if it was some kind of seafood.
I opened the door and walked into the cabin. Ba Ye was sitting on the sofa, flipping through an old yellowed photo album in his hand. When he saw me coming in, he put the album on the sofa beside him, and pointed at the Position: "Sit."
I noticed that the photo album was half opened. When Ba Ye put it down casually, he happened to be facing upwards, and I happened to see a yellowed photo. It was a black and white photo. There were four or five men in military uniforms, their faces were dusty and smoky. trench work. A few people stood in a row, hooking their shoulders affectionately, and one of them was Uncle Seven. Of course, Uncle Seven was not in a wheelchair at that time.
And standing in the middle is Eighth Master.
The Baye in the photo looks very young, even with a childish face. But from the look of his eyes, he already possessed some calm temperament.
Ba Ye noticed my gaze, he closed the photo album casually, and sighed: "When people get old, they just like nostalgia."
I didn't speak, but I was thinking about another question.
It seems that Tiger said before his death that there were several leaders in the big circle back then, except for Seventh Uncle and Eighth Master, they are all dead now. Moreover, in Tiger's words, it was vaguely pointed out that those people died in the internal struggle for power...
Is it the person in this photo
I thought about these thoughts in my heart, but didn't show them on my face.
Afterwards, the crew brought out dishes one by one, and finally a casserole with a strong aroma wafting out.
"Today I caught a lot of fish, hehe, I caught them all with my own hands, you can try it with me." Ba Ye seemed to be in a strange mood, and he even asked someone to open a bottle of Moutai.
"Most people who come out of the army like to drink Moutai." Ba Ye smiled and poured me a cup with his own hands: "Drink with me."
"Yes!" I raised my glass and drank it first. And Ba Ye just lightly touched his lips.
"I'm getting old..." Eighth Master sighed again: "When I was as old as you, I still drank a cup... Now, hehe, I don't dare to drink like that."
I'm a little weird, I always feel that Ba Ye's tone today is a little different from the past.
In particular, since seeing him this morning, he has said "old" several times. But in the past, with Ba Ye's personality, he wouldn't say such things.
As for tonight's Eighth Master, he looked a little depressed, and... such a mood didn't look like it was faked.
But it's not easy for me to ask if Ba Ye doesn't say anything. He simply asked me to eat and drink, and I was not restrained, just picked up chopsticks and ate.
These fish were caught by Ba Ye today, they are really fresh and taste good. And that pot of fish soup, especially delicious, I drank a big bowl in one go.
Ba Ye looked at me until he saw that I had been eating for a long time before he asked, "How is the work you took over today? Did it go well?"
I immediately put down the chopsticks in my hand, and said seriously: "It's going well, the place was empty for a long time before, although our people controlled it, but no one took the lead, and the accounts were a little messed up. I found out that someone was pocketing their own money. Some people swallowed the money collected from the account and did not hand it over to the company... "
"Oh? Then how did you deal with these people?" Ba Ye asked in a seemingly casual tone.
"It's not dealt with." I raised my eyebrows: "I burned the ledger in public."
"..." Eighth Master gave me a complicated look, seemed to sigh, and then slowly said four words: "Young people are awesome!"
The atmosphere became a little dignified. I looked at Ba Ye without saying a word, and my eyes were very calm.
"You did the right thing." Ba Ye finally smiled, and he seemed to be smiling strangely: "It's even better than I imagined."
Seeing that I seemed to want to speak, Ba Ye stopped me, and said firstly: "Your strategy is very correct, if you just go there, if you kill people and establish authority, I am afraid that not only will you fail to establish authority, but you will also offend the people below. It's easy to kill, but hard to control... You did a good job... Very good... "
Then, Ba Ye slowly filled the wine for himself, and filled it for me, and we both drank it down in one gulp. Ba Ye coughed twice, I frowned, and said in a low voice: "Ba Ye, stop drinking."
"It's okay." He smiled, with emotion in his eyes: "Today is different."
After resting for a while, Ba Ye looked at me and asked, "Do you know why I called you here tonight?"
"Hmm." I nodded, "You must have ordered me to do something?"
Ba Ye sighed, did not answer my question directly, but suddenly said something that seemed irrelevant...
"Tiger is dead..."
His words seemed to be uttered with a sigh, with infinite emotion, and even a bit of sadness in it.
"...Tiger is dead..." He shook his head lightly: "The people around me, you are the most capable. Others, the old ones are old, they are gone, the young ones, Ciro is still too young .Only you, you are very measured in doing things, you know how to advance and retreat, and your temper has been sharpened."
I didn't say a word, just quietly waiting for Ba Ye's next words.
"I originally wanted to hand over the garage to you." Ba Ye seemed to be comforting me: "Now people of the younger generation admire you, and you are also a very suitable candidate. But you are young after all... qualifications, too. shallower. So I…”
"Baye!" I interrupted him, raised my head to look at him, and said seriously: "I never expected to take over the garage. When my little five first came to Canada, I was alone, with a bag on my back. You, I have only been here for less than a year, and I can only be regarded as a newcomer... You really misunderstood me when you said this. "
After a pause, I slowly said: "Old Huang has led our group of brothers for many years, and I respect him very much. Don't worry, I am not a person who does not know good and bad."
"Yeah." Ba Ye nodded in satisfaction: "It's good that you can understand. I'm just worried that you won't be able to figure it out."
He looked over my shoulder: "You were injured in Vietnam, are you feeling better?"
"It's much better." I said with a smile, "A small injury will heal soon, but it will take a few days for the wound to heal."
Glancing at me twice, there was something incomprehensible in Ba Ye's eyes: "Okay, tell me about the matter on the site, and in two days, you will accompany me to Toronto... I will take you to see hell Mr. Thorin of the Angel. Now that the Vietnamese affairs have been settled, our transaction cannot be delayed any longer."
"Okay!" I nodded immediately.
But I still feel a little strange.
According to common sense, I had no hope for the deal with the Hell Angels.
If Ba Ye had already suspected me, it would be impossible to entrust me with such an important matter... If he had arranged this way before, it was just to put pressure on Tiger. So now, it's completely unnecessary.
But why...
I know that it is impossible to get an answer to this question from Eighth Master, so I can only figure it out by myself.
I drank two more cups with Ba Ye, he yawned and said with a smile: "Okay, getting older, you will inevitably doze off at night, I know you must be very tired today, I won't keep you anymore, you Go back and rest. You don’t have anything to see me these two days, I’ve already told Lao Huang in the garage, if you need anything, you can talk to him yourself.”
I immediately stood up to say goodbye, but just as I walked to the door, I suddenly heard Eighth Master asking me in a low voice...
His voice was very soft, even a little trembling, with infinite emotion in it, and a little... sad? !
"Tiger..." Ba Ye's voice trembled faintly: "When he died...was it painful?"
I froze for a moment, and looked back at Ba Ye, his face seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, the muscles in the corners of his eyes trembled faintly, and his eyes were a little cloudy...
I immediately took a deep breath, and replied in the calmest tone I could: "He... the process was very fast at that time, and when he died, his whole body was paralyzed... he didn't suffer any pain."
I sighed secretly in my heart, it is true that Tiger was poisoned to death by snake poison, the venom paralyzes the nerves, indeed there is no physical pain... But it is hard to say spiritually.
Ba Ye nodded, he closed his eyes, as if talking to himself: "That's good... that's good..."
I looked at him. At this moment, Ba Ye didn't seem to want to be an all-powerful mafia tycoon. His figure was a little stooped, like an old man.
When I stepped off the boat, I looked at the sky full of stars and couldn't help but sighed a long time.
Perhaps, Ba Ye is not heartless in his heart! After all, Tiger has been with him for more than 20 years, and he was born and died for him... and he personally ordered to kill the person I used to trust the most... I shook my head and stopped thinking about it.
It's not easy to sit in Ba Ye's seat.
The little pig guy drove me back. Along the way, while driving, he looked at me quietly. When he looked at me, there was a bit of reverence in his eyes. I had a good impression of this kid, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Ba Ye may be in a bad mood these two days, please work harder."
When I got to the place, I was about to get out of the car to say goodbye, but Little Pig suddenly stopped me.
"Little Fifth Brother."
"What?" I smiled.
"Well..." He hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "When I was at sea today, I seemed to see Ba Ye alone... sitting there crying."
I didn't say anything, just nodded and left.
Humans are emotional animals after all.