The car quickly pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. The three people in the car all fell into heavy hearts, and no one spoke for a long time.
A few minutes later, Xie Jiahua parked the car on the side of the road, turned to Lu Guangming and said, "I'm going to the errand, not going home. You can take a taxi here."
Lu Guangming nodded and got out of the car, without further entanglement. But just as he walked out not too far, he was grabbed by Xie Jiahua, who was chasing after him. When Lu Guangming looked back and saw him, he was quite surprised.
"Xie Sir, is there anything else?"
Xie Jiahua hesitated, paused for a while, and said, "I recently found out some old stories, and I understand why you have been pestering me. Your father died in a bank robbery twenty years ago, when my father was His partner. Do you suspect my father of corruption and bribery, is it because you think my father has something to do with your father's death? Although I have a bad relationship with him, I have watched him work hard and work hard since I was a child. For favoritism, I believe in his character. What happened 20 years ago may not be what you think."
Lu Guangming's expression changed, and his eyebrows showed anger, "My father has been dead for 20 years! Brother Jiaqi has been dead for 10 years! Just because you chose to believe in your father, are you going to let them die in vain?!"
Xie Jiahua's expression also changed, "What do you mean? Do you want to say that Jiaqi's matter has something to do with him?"
Lu Guangming sneered, "You never doubted?"
As Xie Jiahua was struck by lightning, some sporadic fragments flashed in his mind for a moment, and he couldn't help feeling chills all over his body.
"Impossible, impossible..." He murmured and shook his head, asking Lu Guangming in disbelief, "Your name is Jiaqi 'brother'? Do you really know Jiaqi?"
Lu Guangming threw off his hand and went away in a fit of anger, but was pulled back by Xie Jiahua.
"I will investigate these matters, I will definitely!" Xie Jiahua hurriedly said, "But don't do anything without authorization! He is the deputy police chief, you can't move it!"
Lu Guangming had to struggle hard, but he was firmly grasped by him. "I'm here for your own good! Do you understand?"
Lu Guangming broke free, "Don't bother! Thank you Sir!"
…
Sitting in the car, Qin Hao saw Xie Jiahua covering his face and walking back with mixed feelings - he had been slapped on the left cheek by his father before, but it was the right cheek that was red and swollen.
Xie Jiahua frowned and sat in the driver's seat. Qin Hao asked from behind, "Does it matter?"
"what?"
"The corner of the mouth is bleeding."
Xie Jiahua pulled off the rearview mirror, wiped the corner of his mouth, and tentatively touched his swollen cheek, frowning in pain.
"What happened?" Qin Hao asked.
"It's nothing," Xie Jiahua sighed, "I beat him before, and just gave it back to me."
"Have you slept with him?"
Xie Jiahua was stagnant.
"I thought you didn't like men." Qin Hao continued.
Xie Jiahua snapped the rearview mirror back to its original position, "It's not what you think, I'm not in a relationship with him."
"But you care about him."
Xie Jiahua did not answer. Does he care about Lu Guangming? He didn't know it himself.
"If only I had known that you liked men." Qin Hao said.
Xie Jiahua remained silent. After a while, he said, "Ahao, you are my most beloved brother, this will never change."
"Yes, I know."
"sorry."
"It's okay, I understand."
…
In the evening, Xiaoqitang head office. He Chusan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and answered the phone with a cold expression. He sent out respectful words that were the exact opposite of his expression. He looked at the neon glow of the Victoria Harbour outside the window.
"Brother Qiao is satisfied. It's an honor for the younger brother. Okay, let's get in touch again."
He hangs up. Someone knocked on the door outside.
"Come in."
Kevin closed the door, walked to him and reported in a low voice, "Mr. He, Brother Ma led someone into the village house where you live, and also sent a group of people to your apartment."
"Anyone hurt?"
"The skin injury is fine. According to your instructions, everyone pretended to resist for a while, and then let them in."
"Did he find anything?"
"No. But he left a message, saying that if he didn't hand over the boss, he would be rude to Mr. He."
He Chusan smiled and said to himself, "Brother Xiaoma, Brother Xiaoma, you are so brave and loyal, it's really good to have his brother on June 1, it's really enviable. Well, I'll return him in a few days. him."
Kevin suddenly became nervous, "Mr. He, are you really going to 'act' in a few days?"
"What? Is there anything else you're not ready for?"
"No no, it's just... Mr. He, that's too dangerous! Do you really want to do it?"
He Chusan patted the sad-faced Kevin on the shoulder soothingly, "Don't be nervous, everything will be fine. However, before that, there is one more thing I should do..."
He thought of his father who had been "slowed down" by him for more than half a month from the day he broke his relationship to now, and he was also distressed, sighing and rubbing his temples, "I may not be able to go home for a long time after I leave, You should settle your family affairs before you leave. Help me prepare the car and go back to see my dad tonight."
…
Twenty minutes later, He Chusan entered the car surrounded by bodyguards. The mighty gangster motorcade drove to Kowloon City. This wise, composed, young and promising acting hall master, Bao Xiang sat majestically in the back seat, with both hands flat on his knees, his face full of resolute awe, and he had the tendency of being windy and easy to water cold.
The car was parked downstairs in the tenement building where Abba He lived. Kevin got out of the passenger seat and opened the car door respectfully.
There was no movement in the car for a long time.
Kevin bent down and looked in, "Mr. He?"
"Wait, I'll slow down."
Kevin straightened up and used his eyes to drive aside the bodyguards who were poking their heads in confusion.
The car was quiet for a while, and Hall Master He said, "Kevin, why don't you buy me a bottle of wine?"
Kevin bent down again and persuaded in a low voice, "Mr. He, extending your head is also a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife."
"I understand the truth," Hall Master He said, "but my legs are weak and my stomach hurts."
"Why don't you go back tonight?"
"Don't, don't, come here."
After dawdling for a while, he stepped out a long leg and stretched out a slightly trembling hand, "Help me."
Kevin helped He Chusan out and all the way to the stairs. He Chusan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to send it up again. He leaned on the stairs with a pale face, and instructed Kevin, "Take them all away, my dad beats people loudly, don't let them hear."
"Yes, Mr. He. Take care of yourself." Kevin gave him a concerned look and stepped back.
He Chusan held on to the stairs and dawdled up, and he felt amused while walking: How could he be so afraid of Dad? Dad couldn't kill him. He is not even afraid of death, no, he is quite afraid, why is he so afraid of Abba
He was so afraid, probably because he knew that Abba was a person who could not tolerate sand in his eyes, probably because Abba was kind and simple, upright and self-disciplined, and always put propriety, integrity and self-cleaning in his heart, probably because Abba had been like that for so many years. A place that hides filth and filth does not know how much effort and sweat it takes to raise him innocently, probably because he deeply knows that he has broken Abba's heart.
He has never hurt Abba's heart. His rebellious period came so late, accumulated for many years, and a single blow severely injured Abba. He also felt very sad, he was reluctant, but he couldn't deviate from his sincerity, he had no other way. He loves Xia Liuyi and Abba. He can't lose either of them. He needs Abba's approval and blessing.
He Chusan walked through this long mental journey, stood in front of the house, took a deep breath, and slammed the door. Every second of waiting was extremely long, and finally he saw Xinxin's surprised face behind the door.
He stepped into the house and saw Abba who was smoking a cigarette and watching TV in the living room. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief at this second, and when it really came to this moment, he was relieved.
Abba He was smoking a suffocating cigarette and waited for him for more than half a month, not a bit surprised by his arrival. He stood up, holding the cigarette stick in his hand, and looked at his son with a cold face. Wu Ma was mending a piece of clothing and quickly stood up.
In front of the whole family, He Chusan knelt down towards Abba, raised his head firmly, and said nervously, "Aba, I have something to tell you."
…
Kevin stood on the side of the street, looking at the window on the third floor of the tenement building from a distance. The warm yellow light was always on, there was no shadow, and there was no change in light and shade. From this distance, nothing could be heard from inside.
The night wind rustled the branches and leaves of the trees by the roadside. A piece of waste paper in the middle of the road was rolled up and dropped by a small whirlwind, rolled up and dropped. At the corner of the street, a little wild dog appeared, peeked at him, and then went again.
Kevin lit a cigarette and looked fixedly at the window as he smoked.
The moon shifts the star curtain, and the night gradually sinks. Kevin lowered his head and stomped his feet, putting out the countless cigarette butts under his feet. When he raised his head again, he saw He Chusan walking out of the Tanglou. He motioned for the bodyguards to stand by, and he hurried up to meet them.
"Mr. He!"
He Chusan looked tired but relaxed, and there were a few red marks on his face. Kevin went up to help him, but He Chusan waved his hand and refused.
"Mr. He, are you okay?"
"Fortunately, I only received a slap."
"Is Mr. He okay?"
"I've said everything that needs to be said, give him some time. You send someone to protect them secretly. If the situation becomes urgent in the future, send them away immediately."
"Yes. Don't worry, Mr. He, I will protect them." Kevin looked at He Chusan firmly.
Ye Feng walked through the streets and lifted up the forehead of the young boy, revealing his pale face due to the cold. He Chusan glanced at him, and then looked down at the pile of cigarette butts on the ground. "You've been waiting here? Why didn't you get in the car and wait?"
Kevin lowered his eyes. "It's nothing, I'm worried about you... I'm worried that you have something to do on your side."
Looking at the shy and embarrassed smile on his face, He Chusan was surprised for a while. He Bingxue is smart, keen and attentive, and he instantly sensed the strange and tiny thoughts hidden in this young boy—he was a few years ago, didn't he come from this road
"Kevin," he said warmly, "you..."
Kevin took a step back and interrupted him for the first time, "Mr. He, don't get me wrong. You saved my life and my grandmother's life back then. I have always been very grateful to you and hope to see you again in this life. On the one hand. I didn't expect to see you again. You brought me out of Mr. Qiao again, taught me to do the right thing and walk the right way, to earn money to support my family in an upright manner, and I don't need to be a young and dangerous boy, and even told me about your plan. All told me, trust me with all my heart. I, I don't know how to thank you, even if I give you my life back. I have no other idea, I just want to do my best for you. I am yours Personal assistant, waiting outside is what I should have done."
He said these words like a cannonball, but he blocked He Chusan so much that he was speechless. He Chusan looked at him with a sincere expression, as if he had just overdone it.
He Chusan didn't delve into it any further - such a relationship that should never be considered should have been completely cut off and no longer delved into. "I'm sorry, I just misunderstood."
"No, it's not Mr. He's fault. It's cold at night, Mr. He, please get in the car."
"it is good."
…
a few days later.
The pony leaned his head against the window glass, with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at the front in a daze, while nervously snapping his knuckles, making a "quack, quack" sound.
He and Yu Guanyin fell off a cliff a few months ago, but luckily hung on a thousand-year-old tree. He escaped from the woods with Yu Guanyin seriously injured on his back. Unexpectedly, King Jizo also survived, catching up and trying to attack them. He ended up killing King Jizo for a slash from the shoulder to the waist. He and Yu Guanyin were both seriously injured. They were treated at the house of a friend of Yu Guanyin. Life continued until news of the accident in Xiaoqitang came.
He learned that Cui Dongdong was dead and Xia Liu's whereabouts were unknown, so he hurried back to Hong Kong. During the ten days in Hong Kong, he has been investigating He Chusan. Although there is no evidence, he knows that the recent series of changes must be related to He Chusan. From the first day he knew this kid, he could see that this kid was sneaky, especially the look in his eyes when he peeked at the big guy. Completely appropriating his own greed! This kid with a simple face and a dark heart, a mere investment consultant, how can he satisfy his appetite! It turns out that what this kid wants is the throne of Xiaoqitang, and what he wants is the big boss... the big boss "Golden House Zangjiao"!
Thinking of this, Xiaoma gritted his teeth with hatred. This kid not only usurped the throne, but also humiliated the boss like this! It even killed Sister Dongdong! Simply unforgivable!
The pony gritted his teeth fiercely, and pressed the cigarette with a long ash out of it on the window. Dust rustled on his pants, but he didn't care.
"How long have you been in?" he asked, frowning.
"Five hours." Hutou said in the driver's seat.
"Fuck!" the pony scolded, "I went in at six in the morning and stayed for five hours, came out in the afternoon, and came back in at night for another five hours. It's 1 o'clock in the fucking midnight! This guy is in the street. Printing counterfeit money?!"
"This Pujie is just work every day," said Hutoudao, who had been following He Chusan for a week at Xiaoma's suggestion. "I went to the gym every two days, and I met Qiao Ye twice."
"This old man is immortal," the pony scolded Master Qiao, "if he mixes up, there will be no good thing, then we should persuade the boss to do him! Who will go down to buy something to eat? I'm going to starve to death! Are you hungry? ?"
The two bodyguards sitting in the back seat nodded quickly, "Hungry, hungry, hungry!"
"You're not hungry, hurry up?!" The pony glared.
The two bodyguards quickly opened the car door and ran out. After a while, they brought back a few bowls of cup noodles, and the big man in the car began to breathe. While eating and eating, one of the bodyguards suddenly puffed out his cheeks and shouted "Umuuuu!", his eyes staring straight out of the car window.
The pony looked up, and quickly slapped the tiger's head, who was gobbling it, "Don't eat it! Come out!"
While speaking, He Chusan's motorcade drove out of the underground parking lot. He is now the acting hall master, and he has no shortage of security measures. There are three satellite cars in front and back. The bodyguards are all big ghosts hired from the international security company. The sturdy figures of the pony and the tiger head looked petite and exquisite standing beside them. Hutou originally wanted to tie He Chusan back and torture him for a while, and asked about the whereabouts of the boss, but after following him for several days, he couldn't find any chance to attack.
Pony's car, disguised as a passenger taxi, unhurriedly followed behind the convoy. The convoy did not make any stops along the way, nor did they take a detour, and drove directly back to Xia Liuyi's village house in Kowloon City.
"Does he come back here every day?" said the pony, looking around.
"Yes. He never went back to the house in Tsim Sha Tsui." Hutou said.
"Weird..." The pony rubbed the stubble on his chin, frowning in thought. A week ago, he brought people into this village house, turned it upside down, and found nothing; there were no Tibetans in Ho Chusan's rental apartment in Tsim Sha Tsui. Where did this kid hide the boss? Why did he live in his own rented house and have to go to the big guy's village house by himself
"He hasn't been out of this village house every night?" the pony asked suspiciously.
"No," Hutou said, "I send someone to stare at the gate with binoculars every day. As soon as he enters the small building every day, he doesn't come out until the next day."
"What about the back door?"
"There is a back door in this yard?" Hutou said in surprise, "I saw it on the first day, no!"
"The house has a back door!" The pony slapped him on the head! "Does the yard still use a back door?! He has hands and feet and won't go out by himself?!"
Hutou covered his head suddenly, "Yes!"
The pony stabbed his forehead fiercely with hatred for iron, and finally understood the grief and grief of the big man when he beat his butt with a stick, "Use your brain more! Send a few more people to stare at the back of the yard! "
…
In the village house, the foreign bodyguards with their backs and waists surrounded the small building, and even in the corner of the living room, there were two bodyguards standing upright. He Chusan stood in the kitchen in a suit. It was two o'clock in the middle of the night, but he was wearing an apron, and his hands were full of white paste, and he was slowly kneading the dough.
Kevin walked in with his eldest brother, "Mr. He, everything is arranged properly."
He Chusan was pinching a steamed bun with his head tilted, and when he heard the words, he said, "Well, what about Brother Ma?"
Kevin hesitated for a moment, and He Chusan looked up at him. He had no choice but to confess, "Brother Ma sent someone to guard the courtyard tonight."
He Chusan lowered his head and continued to squeeze, "It's also time, so let's do it tomorrow."
"Mr. He," Kevin took a step forward, still persuading without giving up, "do you really want to do this? Master Qiao already believes in you. I went to see him yesterday, and he told me that you helped him get a big deal out of it. money, he finds you 'very useful'."
He Chusan pulled out the second piece of dough, spread it out into a pie shape with a rolling pin, carefully stuffed it with fresh meat, and explained to him patiently and meticulously, "He thinks I'm useful, and trust me completely with him. , are two different things. The dollar I asked him to transfer, he may not have handed it to the old shopkeeper until now - not because he dared to take the old shopkeeper's money for himself, but because he dared not easily recommend me to the old shopkeeper, worried that I would not have it. There are risks involved. He will feel at ease only if he seizes my handle and life and becomes my only support."
"But... If he refuses to shoot tomorrow, who can guarantee your safety?"
He Chusan shook his head, "He will definitely take action. I can help him earn money and launder money, but he can't bear to be a 'fortune boy' like me."
Kevin opened his mouth in vain and tried to persuade him again. He Chusan raised his head and smiled at him, and said without doubt, "Don't worry, I can hold it. Look at this, it's a good squeeze, right? It's my first time doing it."
Kevin looked at the plump and plump bun with unabated sadness, but he could only nod his head in appreciation. He Chusan raised the bun and looked at it for a while, quite satisfied, "Okay, go to sleep first, you will be busy tomorrow."
"Aren't you going to rest, Mr. He?"
He Chusan lowered his head and rubbed the third bun, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "I'll cook dinner for my husband. I've locked him up for more than ten days, so I have to coax him?"
…
The stars moved and the moon set, and the first rays of morning light appeared on the side of the window. After bathing and changing clothes, He Chusan stood in front of the sink and used hairspray to trim his forehead to the back of his head. In the mirror, a mature and handsome face appeared, with a bright morning light in his eyes, calm and calm.
He went back to the kitchen, put the cooked shiitake mushroom and chicken porridge into a large porridge bowl, carefully sprinkled onions, coriander, and pork skin, drizzled half a spoonful of sesame oil, and put the porridge bowl into the food box . Then open the steamer, and put out several large buns of fresh meat that have been steamed at the same time.
He carried the food box into the living room. Kevin got up from the sofa and followed behind him. He Chusan turned around and exchanged a look with him. Kevin looked worried, and He Chusan patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, just do what you need to do and try your best."
"I will. Please take care, Mr. He."
He Chusan nodded and quickly left the small building through the back door. Putting the food box on the wall of the courtyard, he climbed over the wall and was discharged from the hospital as usual. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the position where the pony placed the surveillance staff.
He deliberately walked a path that could be spotted by the other party's eyeliner, and walked towards the village house next door.