My name is Liang Yuankai, and it is said that I am the most outstanding genius of the Liang family in the past 100 years. Geniuses naturally have genius education methods. From a young age, I couldn't run wildly on the snow with the other children of the Liang family. I could only listen to their youthful laughter and read the book silently. In fact, when I was a kid, I always wondered, after putting in so much effort, should anyone with moderate talent be like me? Maybe my genius is a lie in itself
In fact, I am not interested in doing business at all, nor am I passionate about chasing power. I like drawing, a pen and a piece of paper, a piece of comfort that belongs only to me. This is all of my life. It is a pity that such a life is a luxury for me who was born in the Liang family.
When I was young, my third sister was the closest to me. Lin was a well-behaved little girl. She was eight years younger than me. When she was born, her mother died because of a dystocia, and her father was busy with the Liang family’s entertainment. So apart from the nanny and the nanny, the third sister was the only relative beside me, so that the first word the little girl learned was not dad. Not mother, but brother.
The third sister was very skinny when she was young, much lower than the children of the same age. I remember the uncle's cousin always bullying her. The third sister is a very kind child, she doesn't hold any grudges at all. When a child plays, she barely quarrels. The third sister is always the one who suffers the most, but no matter what, the third sister never cries, she seems to be born to laugh. , The open-minded, even my father said that she was a "minor Bodhisattva." But when I was a kid, I didn’t see the third sister being bullied the most. Who would dare to touch my sister’s finger, huh!
The children of the Liang family have no right to decide their own destiny. Just as when I was sixteen years old, I had to carry my luggage to wander through unknown rivers and lakes. When Lin was fourteen years old, the family arranged to learn to assassinate. Life on the rivers and lakes is far less complicated than I thought, nor so difficult. At least I have enough time to draw a sketch and see the beauty that I have never seen before.
Vendetta is always the theme of the arena. The killer doesn't care whether the target is a gangster or a child. They only recognize money, and there will never be justice under their sword. The first time I faced a killer, I had just grown up. At the age of eighteen, I was shocked by the blade in front of me. I remember that I was holding a pen in my hand and there was an unfinished sketch in front of me.
"No, don't kill me!" I stared at the expressionless assassin with wide eyes in horror, trying to get even the slightest sympathy, but the assassin was unsympathetic. He just passed me with a smirk and a blade. Hair tips, enjoying the sadistic pleasure. "I'm just a child, I don't know anything!"
Perhaps it was my immature face that deceived him. When the pen in my hand was inserted into his heart, the assassin still didn't close his mouth of astonishment, "The children of the Liang family are not just children." Assassin who fell to the ground, I treated the corpse with caustic soda and strong acid in a familiar way, burned the hair off, and rushed into the sewers with insoluble debris. The Liang family has specialized training on how to deal with assassins, not to mention that the past two years of life in the arena has really taught me a lot.
It is not easy to learn how to get rid of a killer's attack. Fortunately, I met an old assassin who lived in seclusion before. At that time, I had just left home, and the poor entanglement had already been spent. Fortunately, I could still paint, and I could earn a day's food by sketching people on the street. It was also from that moment that I understood the first rule of walking in the arena. Self-reliance is the rule of the arena.
I am comfortable by helping people draw sketches, and there is always an old man who sharpens the knife next to my stall. The old man’s hands are very stable, and the muscles hidden under the wrinkles are very strong. The most important thing is. It is his knife sharpening craftsmanship that is really good. I have never seen anyone who can sharpen a kitchen knife so sharply, a flank bone that can be easily cut off.
On the third day of my meeting with the old man, I spent all my money and bought him a drink, because I saw that he was unusual. The precise strength and unique understanding of the knife almost made me sure that he must have a glorious past. I remember that I had a total of 27 yuan that day. Except for a pile of peanuts and a pile of cucumbers, the rest of the money bought all the liquor mixed with water in the tavern.
I was wondering how to speak, and the old man sharpening the knife had already revealed my identity with a smile: "Liang Jia has a child like you and earns a living by painting for people. Do you really want to sell paintings for a lifetime?"
"How do you know that I am from the Liang family?" I was surprised. I had never talked about my life experience with him before. In fact, I had not talked about my life experience with anyone. The Liang family has many enemies, and I still don't want to cause a lot of trouble.
"The pen you painted for people is only available to the children of the Liang family." The old man sharpened the knife and pointed to the golden pen that I had put in my shirt pocket. It turned out that this pen gave me my identity. "But it is also a kind of fate that you can buy me a drink. I didn't think I had run into such a child after grind the knife here for twenty years. Haha, fate, fate."
Facts have proved that strangers like to do some strange work, and sharpening is the most normal one. The old man sharpener is really not an ordinary person. With him, I learned how to figure out people's hearts, how to survive in the wild, how to avoid risks, and how to kill. It wasn't until I stabbed the pen into the assassin's heart that I remembered that I didn't even know the name of the old man sharpener, let alone call him a master.
The old man sharpening the knife taught me the most important point: There is no compassion in the arena. If you want to survive, you have to be more ruthless than others. Being a painter may also be a good idea, but unfortunately I am destined to become the successor of the Liang family, and I am destined to embark on a path of chasing power.
The killer can learn how to protect himself, and the businessman has to learn how to make money. The first time I entered the casino, I lost all the banknotes I had with me. The second time I lost all my property at the time, and the third time I even owed a large loan shark, which only belonged to Liang. I actually successfully borrowed loan sharks from my family’s golden pen.
Perhaps the genius that everyone has repeatedly emphasized since childhood finally played his role. When I entered the casino for the fourth time, I discovered the loopholes in the casino and successfully got back everything that belonged to me. In addition to this, I also earned a full 100,000 yuan in gambling funds.
"I want to see your boss." Looking at the dark lights of the casino (that is, the master of preventing cheating) with a helpless expression, I nonchalantly stuffed one hundred thousand yuan of banknotes into a plastic bag and followed the bodyguard upstairs.