There was little incense, and milky white smoke spread in the room. Master Qiao covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed cautiously, and collected the coughed saliva in a new handkerchief. He was struggling to stand leaning on a cane, slightly bowed his head, carefully raised his eyelids a little, and cast his gaze forward.
A man was sitting in the backlight, his face could not be seen clearly. In front of him was a kung fu tea table, pouring cups and taking tea slowly. He was tall and burly, but when he did this, his movements were gentle and meticulous. The floor lamp behind him gave off a soft and thin golden light, reflecting his mountain-like silhouette.
Unable to stand for a long time, Master Qiao tilted slightly to the side, and immediately twisted himself back without a trace.
Time passed silently, and the soup boiled once and twice. Finally, the man picked up the tea and brewed tea, and only then did he speak, "What's the name of that 'Fisher Boy'?"
Master Qiao hurriedly stepped forward, took the opportunity to move his sore leg bones, and replied respectfully, "He Chusan."
"How does it hurt?"
"I went out of the operating room yesterday afternoon and said it was not life-threatening. Thanks to the shopkeeper for taking care of Detective Zheng."
The man scalded the cup slowly and calmly, "This 'boy' has not enough success and more failures, I didn't want to stay."
Master Qiao knew that he wanted an explanation, so he quickly said: "This kid is stupid. He originally said that he would kill Xia Liuyi and become a new leader. As a result, he didn't kill Xia Liuyi in time, and he was killed by Xia Liuyi. Liuyi took the opportunity and turned around. Although he messed up, he is really good at money. It only took him three days to wash 30 million for me. Over the years, he has Helping Xia Liuyi to open the company, set up accounts, and restructure assets, he has done a good job of making Xia Liuyi more than tens of millions a year. Besides, if the shopkeeper hadn't rescued him now, he still doesn't know where his body is. The future is Whether you grow up or die without a corpse depends on the shopkeeper's words, and he must be loyal to the shopkeeper."
"Also," he took another step forward, carefully placing a bulging leather bag on the edge of the desk, "this is two hundred thousand dollars, which is a greeting card from the shopkeeper that he entrusted me to send. Said he has a bigger business to talk to the shopkeeper."
The man casually glanced at the purse, and finally raised his eyes to look at Master Qiao, "He does things, and his hands and feet are clean?"
"I specially found someone to check, and there is no trace of him helping me with money laundering. Xia Liuyi was imprisoned last time, and Xiaoqitang was not caught in any account."
The man didn't speak any more and rushed for the second round of tea. Leisurely pouring the tea into the cup, he raised his palm slightly and made an almost invisible gesture of inviting tea.
Master Qiao hurriedly stepped forward, and respectfully brought a bowl of tea. He wanted to make the same elegant style, but he couldn't get it, and he drank it like a cow chewing peony.
"Keep it." The man said.
"Then... Do you still want Xia Liuyi?" Master Qiao made a movement of raising his hand and dropping the knife.
"He just escaped from the dead, and he was the most vigilant. You can still kill him?" The man said, "Even if he is dead now, your 'lady of looting money' will not be able to return to the Xiaoqitang. The seat of the leader of Xiaoqitang, Just let Xia Liuyi sit for a few more years."
Master Qiao tried to explore, and wanted to ask for a tilt on the scale, "But now he knows that I helped that kid, he can't swallow this breath. If he is really determined to work with Heyi Club, It was a river of blood…”
The man poured the second round of tea and said lightly, "Don't worry, I can't make a big noise with me watching."
Joey nodded respectfully. It was only after half an hour that he came out of this underground club, got into the car, and faced his loyal master, before he dared to spit and curse.
He suspected for a long time that Xia Liuyi led Xiaoqitang all the way through the past few years, because the old shopkeeper was not satisfied with the deep roots of the He clan and his family, so he fell in love with the up-and-coming star Xia Liuyi. Secretly release water to support, so that Xiaoqitang and the various factions of the He clan can compete with each other, maintain the delicate balance within the underworld, and firmly hold all the factions in their own hands and be obedient. This has been proven time and time again over the years—
As soon as Xia Liuyi rose to the top of the dragon, he fought and scrambled everywhere. He ate Fei Qi's old site in Kowloon, but the old shopkeeper asked Inspector Hua to mediate and appease him. The old shopkeeper didn't react at all, and let Xia Liuyi develop intensified; Heyi Club is the largest gang on Hong Kong Island in name, but when he kidnapped He Chusan back then, Xia Liuyi dared to burn his place easily. ; He has been under the watchdog of the old shopkeeper for so many years, but he has been controlled by others in the most profitable transactions such as "white noodles", and he has to cooperate with Xia Liuyi fake repair; even now the two sides have completely torn their faces. At this point, the old shopkeeper still ignored the grievances between him and Xia Liuyi and asked him to continue to maintain the status quo...
Master Qiao held back his old anger, and after scolding "the old immortal Xianjia shovel", he pulled out his handkerchief and coughed again.
The master knew the inside story. At this time, seeing that Master Qiao was so angry that the cock hiccups, he quickly analyzed and comforted him for a while. Master Qiao couldn't afford to offend the old shopkeeper, the God of Wealth, and he had acquired a new little wealthy boy named Lao Cai boy. After a while, with the help of the master, he managed to convince himself, and angrily spat his last sip into the sticky handkerchief. He wrapped his anger in a handkerchief and threw it out of the car window together.
…
He Chusan opened his eyes and closed them again. After a long time, he felt that his mind had barely recovered. He reopened his eyes and looked around slowly: he was in a single room. Besides Kevin, there were several bodyguards standing in the room.
Kevin was sitting beside the bed. When he saw that he was awake, he quickly got up and approached him: "Mr. He, you are awake!" He added in a low voice, "There are people from Lord Qiao outside."
He Chusan still had a fever, his face was flushed, and his voice was weak, "Six... When is it?"
"It's the second night of your injury, quarter past eight."
"Where's Joe?"
"I came to see you last night, and saw that you didn't wake up, so I left."
He Chusan still wanted to speak, but suddenly there was a painful hiss with unsteady breath. The effect of the anesthetic had long since passed, and his wound was in a sharp pain like a saw fire. He closed his eyes just to endure the pain, waved his hand lightly and stopped speaking. Seeing that his situation was not right, Kevin quickly rang the bell to call the nurse. The nurse came with the doctor and checked him who had just woken up. He found that He Chusan reluctantly endured the pain and his handsome face was deformed, so he asked if he wanted to prescribe morphine. He Chusan shook his head with difficulty, unable to make a sound, for fear that the doctor would not understand, so he waved his hands indiscriminately.
"He doesn't have to!" Kevin said quickly.
After a while, the medical staff left. Kevin kicked all the bodyguards out, locked the door, and went back to the hospital bed. Seeing that He Chusan was tormented with pain, tilted his head and buried half of his face in the pillow, the veins on his forehead swelled, and he breathed out slowly.
Kevin quickly found a clean towel, fed it to his mouth, and said softly, "Mr. He, bite this if it hurts."
He Chusan slowly stretched out his hand, but instead of picking up the towel, he grabbed the corner of Kevin's shirt.
"Mr. He?"
He Chusan motioned for him to get closer to him, and whispered slowly, "I... don't need morphine... Also, my medicine... you follow the nurse to pick it up every day... You can't let Mr. Qiao's people add things... "
"Don't worry, Mr. He."
Kevin was doing business, He Chusan was really relieved, he let go of his hand and collapsed on the bed exhausted. The dripping sweat dripped onto his eyelashes, woven into a rain curtain, blurring his vision.
He carefully consulted a doctor before self-harming, and used a fake knife for several drills. It seemed that the force of the knife was very strong, but in fact, the stab was not deep, and the knife only pierced the small intestine and was wrapped in peritoneum. , with relatively little bleeding—but there is still a life-threatening risk and constant excruciating pain.
This well-behaved and quiet scholar boy grew up in a black area where he was filthy and filthy. He was hurt by his father when he was a child, and he was spoiled by Mr. Xia when he grew up. In a dreamy voice, he said to himself, "It turns out that the injury hurts so much... He has suffered so many injuries, how painful it must be..."
Kevin didn't hear clearly, and leaned over, "What did you say? Does it still hurt?"
He Chusan had been tortured to the point of unconsciousness, his eyes were full of crystals, and he sighed and replied, "It hurts, seeing him cry, I feel distressed... I regret it..."
He didn't realize what he said. A drop of sweat passed from the corner of his eye like a tear, and he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.