"Then I will accept it, but don’t worry, I’m good money, but I know what money I can and cannot ask for. I will save one million for my son’s treatment, and the other money, take one hundred. Wan is given to the brothers below, and I will donate the rest to the charity organization." Director Hua nodded sincerely, and there was a little moist in his eyes.
Director Hua was just an ordinary soldier back then. Although the family had some influence, it was limited to the southwest region. Later, the family was weak and the people were quiet, and gradually disappeared from the political arena, although the cousin's family still retains Some influences, but he relied on his own efforts to reach today step by step. . .
He only fell in love at the age of 30, and got married at the age of 35. At that time, he was just a deputy captain of the Criminal Police Brigade in Chongqing. But when he had a son at the age of thirty-six, he discovered that his son had a congenital "sex" heart disease, which is still a type that is not easily cured. He was frail and sick since he was a child.
Director Hua’s savings and the benefits that he had to accept occasionally were all used on his son, but the effect was not obvious. This is a heart disease of Director Hua, and now he is sure that Ye Feng also knows his family situation. In detail, he even suspected that Ye Feng’s five million was a benefit for him, half of it was profit, and half was pure and sincere help. No matter what, he was grateful, but he was not the kind of money-seeking goods after all. "Lust", so out of five million, he only draws one million for his own use. It is not that he is lofty, but that he hopes that his moral bottom line will not collapse. . . . .
A person must have a bottom line. Director Hua also has his own bottom line, that is, he can not be a modern Bao Qingtian who is pure and honest and has a reputation for generations, but he cannot be a contemporary and Kun-style character who has been stinking for thousands of years. Otherwise, one day he will really go to hell. He didn't have the face to teach his father. He remembered that when he was enlisted in the army, the old man said one thing: Our Chinese family has never seen any big people, but there is no scum.
He doesn't want to be a scum.
"You are a good official, really!" Ye Feng sighed, "However, I know a doctor who is very skilled in medicine. Maybe I can show him your son if I have a chance..."
Director Hua said gratefully: "Thank you."
Director Hua always believed in Ye Feng's words and half doubted, so he didn't take Ye Feng's words too seriously, but Ye Fengneng's words were enough to make him feel good.
"Actually, you don't look so bad." Director Hua smiled.
Ye Feng opened the car door and smiled and said: "This is a mistake. I'm worse than you think. However, no matter how bad people are, he has his kind and upright side. I don't want to be a hero. But I also have my bottom line..."
Bottom line
Seeing Ye Feng's car disappear into his sight, Director Hua murmured.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, the Huoyun Tea House had been restored to its original appearance, and the broken tables and chairs had been renewed. Six or seven representatives of the gangs around Chongqing gathered together, and it was Shanying, the spokesperson of the Fengyun Club in Chongqing, who received them. . .
Huaihua in Hunan, Zunyi in Guizhou, Hanzhong in Hubei, Yichang and other gang representatives in the surrounding areas of Chongqing are all here. Of course, after learning that the fire head gang was directly suppressed by the "government", they were all disintegrated and annexed overnight. After that, the hundreds or even thousands of people brought by these gangs have been scattered in the first time, and those who stay here are only representatives of the gangs.
They also wanted to leave, but they finally chose to stay after receiving the notification from the Fengyunhui. The forces of the Fengyunhui have suddenly emerged. In less than a year, they have unified the underground forces in Sichuan and Chongqing. This makes them Have to hesitate. . .
Everyone brought a small number of brothers, less than ten. This is what Shanying said when he informed them. If there are more than ten people, they will not be accepted. They can choose to come or not, but no one dares to really go. That said, the less they dared to leave.
Among the seven gang representatives, the most stylish one is the brother at the south of the big round table. He is more than two meters tall and has piercing eyes. He is over forty years old and is long past the golden age. No one dares to look down upon him because of his age, because he is the boss of the Zunyi family's sole gangster and the young flag gang, and he is also the only boss in this group. . .
The man's surname is Huo and his name is Sanjia. His name is only one word from the master of Chinese Xingyiquan. According to him, he is the nth generation descendant of the Huo family, and he has indeed acquired one-handed Xingyiquan, which was also the case in Zunyi back then. There are many gangs, and the Shaoqi Gang can dominate the whole family. Almost all he brought a few brothers down with one punch and kick. They all say that power comes from under the barrel of a gun. There are only two conditions for the gang to survive. One is to be able to survive. One way to fight and kill is to have strong economic strength. . .
Back then, Huo Sanjia was able to become a figure who made the entire land of Zunyi City tremble, not only because of his super personal ability, but also because of his good friend, that good friend is not an official in Zunyi. Er, he is the boss of a large group. Of course, that boss can become a rich person in the entire southwestern region today, and he is also inseparable from Huo Sanjia. . .
This is the most common relationship between gangs and consortia. Gangs act as thugs and bodyguards for the consortium, and the consortium provides financial support for the gang.
Huo Sanjia didn't really come to Chongqing this time to help. He wanted to see Ye Feng, who had been called the prince in Southwest China. As for whether he wanted to be a friend or an enemy of the Fengyunhui, he had a foundation in his heart. It's not that he is good at steering the rudder by seeing the wind, but he will never turn a soldier in vain until he sees the situation clearly. This is certain.
As a result, Fengyun would swallow the Huotou Gang by urging them. While he was surprised, he wanted to see the legendary Brother Feng. So when Shanying asked him to come over, he didn’t resist at all, almost. He came over happily.
Huo Sanjia talked with Shanying neither humble nor overbearing, and for his figure, Shanying was also convinced. Shanying was tall, but compared with Huo Sanjia, he was half a head shorter, and Huo Sanjia occasionally showed Shanying's appreciation of the ostentation was also appreciated, so the two quickly established a shallow friendship.
"Shanying, when will Brother Feng come?" Huo Sanjia played with a pair of iron pills in his hands and asked with a low laugh.
Shanying smiled and said, "It should be almost here!"
At this moment, a brother from Fengyunhui stood at the door and shouted: "Brother Feng is here!"