In a very cheap clock hotel in District 1 Casino, Lao Hei, who once worked with Gou Liuzi in Sinalo, was holding instant noodles in his left hand, a fork in his right hand, and a phone between his left cheek and shoulder. He replied in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
"There is a job, are you interested?" Su Tianyu asked directly.
"No, I've washed my hands of this." Lao Hei replied without hesitation: "I have contracted a hotel in District 1. It's doing well now. I don't care about underworld affairs anymore."
"You didn't wash your feet?" Su Tianyu sneered at his words: "You don't even care about the affairs of the underworld, why are you still turning on the order phone?!"
“… Stop talking nonsense. What kind of job is this?” When Lao Hei saw that he was exposed, he asked in a fake tone.
"Go to Old Triangle, seven to ten people, and make sure the safety of the gun is on at all times." Su Tianyu replied.
Lao Hei blinked his eyes and said: "The old triangle is a unified area. This job is not easy."
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to answer it?" Su Tianyu asked.
"How much is it?" asked Lao Hei.
"Five hundred thousand for a stroll, and twenty more for each firing." Su Tianyu replied.
"Forget it. I've worked in such a big hotel. Why would I owe you fifty bucks?!" Lao Hei refused directly: "No."
"Think it over carefully. After this call, I will block you. If we want to contact each other again, we can only rely on brain waves." There was a threat in Su Tianyu's words.
"Don't pretend, and I won't pretend either. Let's talk it over, okay?" Lao Hei took a big bite of instant noodles and replied vaguely, "The fact that you can call me means that no one wants you. The fact that I can talk to you for such a long time means... I've been pretty busy lately, too. Can we respect each other?"
"How to respect?"
“… you have to pay extra.”
"Fire once and add thirty." Su Tianyu thought for a moment and replied.
Lao Hei blinked his eyes and said, "Then tell me a little bit, can you fire ten times more this time? I'm telling you, I hate this kind of commission-based work the most, it's so unstable...!"
"Fuck, are you borrowing naked money?! Are you so thirsty?" Su Tianyu asked.
“It’s really not easy to run a hotel during the off-season…” Lao Hei replied after a long pause.
Su Tianyu scratched his head and replied speechlessly: "Let's put it this way, the opponent is a local big family in Old Sanjiao Hanoi, and it's very difficult."
"Then stop talking, I'll do it." Lao Hei immediately stood up: "When are you leaving?"
"You leave now, old triangle assemble."
"No problem..." Lao Hei paused and asked with some shame, "But can you give me a 30,000 yuan advance payment first?"
"Tell me the truth, what exactly is going on with you now?" Su Tianyu collapsed: "In your line of work, you can't even come up with 30,000 yuan? You are really a disgrace to the industry...!"
"Can you please give me some face? Stop asking, okay?!"
"Send me the card number." Su Tianyu replied with a sigh.
"Okay, I'll send you a new number later, that's all."
After the two finished chatting and ended the call, Lao Hei dunked the remaining half bucket of instant noodles into the trash can: "Fuck, the sea cucumber and abalone are back again!"
Since Lao Hei was betrayed last time, he really wanted to retire because he had saved a lot of money in the past few years. But he didn't expect that by chance he would come to Las Vegas to find a woman. He played in a well-known casino here for two days, fell in love with it, and lost all his money.
More than 600,000 yuan in savings was gone, and the woman was also divided up, which made Lao Hei very uncomfortable.
Maybe this is fate. Lao Hei wants to leave the underworld, but the underworld insists on leaving behind the legend about him...
Thinking this, Lao Hei sent a message to Gou Liuzi and quickly left the Clock Hotel.
Half an hour later, Kong Zhenghui used an account in District 1 to transfer 40,000 yuan for travel expenses to Lao Hei.
After receiving the money, Lao Hei felt like he was standing up again. He changed the phone numbers of two temporary cards and immediately sent a wave of text messages to the group with very simple content.
"Send the old triangle, chain work (orders that cannot be completed at one time), starting from 500,000, close the fire to get the money, open the fire to get 300,000. Short of nine people, can collect the wind and look for the point, the old triangle with connections will be given priority, bring your own firearms. People are stupid and have a lot of money, come quickly!"
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Su Tianyu got up and rushed to Casaro.
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At Xiaoshuangniu Island, the first day of the exhibition has ended. In addition to socializing, the participating teams also submitted their quotations to the new organizer, Taijia.
In the restaurant on the second floor of the Cabin Hotel, You Yifan sat at the dining table with a frown on his face, not in the mood to eat.
"... Jing Yan hasn't come back from Hanoi yet." A middle-aged man next to him said in a low voice, "We don't know yet whether we should submit our offer together or Jing Yan can just pay it himself."
"Jing Yan should be able to do it himself." You Yifan replied.
"Willn't the leadership of this matter in the future be in his hands?" the middle-aged man replied with some concern.
"He doesn't dare to lie to me. My dad has already met with his superiors in District 1." You Yifan whispered back, "I don't care what the higher-ups mean. I want at least 30% of the shares in this job."
"Yes, without our navy, they can't do this." The middle-aged man also nodded.
You Yifan took a sip of tea, sighed and cursed, "I just don't understand what Jing Yan was thinking. He had already caught the person, and he could have just let the Xue family deal with him, but he had to keep him. Now, the person has been kidnapped, and Xue Baolai has been torn to pieces by a car... This operation really confuses me."
"Yeah, I didn't understand what Jing Yan meant either." The middle-aged man also shook his head.
You Yifan had complaints in his heart, because he was always a sinister person. He sold out Yu Mingyuan's team, so he must have wanted to cut the grass and root it out. If Jing Yan killed all those who should be killed and sent away all those who should be sent away, then he would have no worries. But he didn't expect that Jing Yan's staying here would also create a hidden danger for him.
You Yifan was definitely not afraid of Gou Liuzi and his gang, but he was still a little wary of Yu Mingyuan and the garrison, so he was in a very bad mood.
…
Inside a morgue in Hanoi.
Xue Pingan stared at his son's body in a daze, his face livid. Although he had three sons, and the one he despised the most was Xue Baolai, he was still his own flesh and blood after all.
Jing Yan stood aside and gently advised: "It has already happened, just look at it calmly!"
Xue Pingan turned around, wiped his cheek inconspicuously, and whispered back: "I don't care what you mean, but I can't keep Su Tianyu anymore. I must kill him."
Jing Yan was also very upset. Su Tianyu had run away, so he couldn't do what he wanted to do for the time being.
After saying that, Xue Pingan turned his head to look at the person in charge of applying makeup to the corpse in the morgue, gritted his teeth and said, "Sew it up... for my son!"