Chapter 68 [The true nature of a hero]

I knew that Ouyang's identity must be extraordinary. Seeing Qiao Qiao's father nodding at me that was not easy to detect, I immediately understood what he meant.

"That's right, Mr. Ouyang, I did encounter some trouble... it's related to Qinghong." I said tentatively first, then looked at Ouyang's expression.

Ouyang's expression was very calm, but when I mentioned the word "Qinghong", a calm smile flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved it, and immediately, the few caddies beside him retreated, and then Ouyang pointed to several rattan chairs under the shade of the tree in the distance: "No hurry, let's sit down and talk."

The three of us walked to the rattan chair and sat down. Soon someone sent a box of cigars, probably the instructions of Qiao Qiao's father. However, Ouyang did not use the cigar, but someone specially took an old-fashioned pipe for him to light.

"Chen Yang." Ouyang took a sip of cigarettes and looked at me: "Actually, I have heard of your name a long time ago. You are very famous! I have never seen any young people who have achieved such achievements at your age... Well, maybe some aristocratic families are good, but they are not as good as you start from scratch."

I smiled: "Mr. Ouyang praised it."

"I never praise people." Ouyang shook his head and looked at me: "Actually, I know a little about your affairs... Well, let me explain first. If you asked me to help you mediate the grudge between you and Qinghong, you don't have to speak up. I, Ouyang, don't have that much face. You turned someone's only son into a eunuch. This hatred of the severance of the conscious grandson is not something I can resolve. It's not that I refuted Lao Qiao's face, I can't control this matter."

I was stunned when he said this. Qiao Qiao's father next to me immediately spoke, "Ouyang, you are also confused. I, Old Qiao, are you the kind of thing that doesn't know the severity? Don't worry, I came to you, not to ask you to help mediate that matter. I also know that that matter is a dead knot, and cannot be resolved by others."

"That's good." Ouyang's expression remained unchanged: "I speak and do things, one is one, two is two. If I can help, as long as I agree, I will naturally not refuse. But if I can't help, don't blame me for refuting anyone's face."

"Mr. Ouyang." I took a deep breath: "This incident happened just this afternoon. Let me explain first. After I finish speaking, you don't have to give Mr. Qiao a face. I don't want to make this difficult for Mr. Qiao. I just beg him to help me and let me talk to Qinghong's upper class. No matter what the result is when I say it later, at least you can sit down and listen to me today. It has also given me a lot of face. As for whether you will help or not after you finish speaking. Or if you are enemies or friends in the future, it is all your thoughts, and I, Chen Yang, have no complaints."

I was neither humble nor arrogant. Qiao Qiao's father couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. He winked at me, meaning that I wouldn't say so hard.

Sure enough, a cold light flashed in Ouyang's eyes. His eyes seemed to stare at me with interest behind the lens: "Ha! What a young man! Do you know. I haven't heard such words in a long time. Well... it's an enemy or a friend. Are you threatening me? I thought I wouldn't dare to touch you? Do you know that the last person who dared to speak to me in this tone has now eaten ingots and candles underground."

My expression remained unchanged, and I stared at him straight: "Of course I dare not, nor did I have the intention to threaten you. I can guess Mr. Ouyang's identity. How could I be threatened by me with your identity? My small achievement is simply not worth mentioning compared to Mr. Ouyang's deep-rootedness. However, if I want to say that, the person who is indecisive is definitely not me! I have suffered an unrestrained disaster. In other words, I have taken the blame for someone. I have no intention of being an enemy of Qinghong, but if Qinghong must cause trouble for me, I have no reason to sit back and wait for death... I said this. I am right? Mr. Ouyang. What do you think?"

Ouyang squinted his eyes at me, his expression suddenly faded. After a while, Zhan Yan suddenly smiled and looked back at Qiao Qiao's father: "Okay! Old Qiao, your junior is very interesting! Well, this child will become a great man in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at me: "Okay, Chen Yang, tell me, what's going on?"

I sighed and then told me about everything that happened in Shenshan’s nightclub. Chenshan was assassinated, the second head of the family colluded with Ye Huan, I killed the second head of the family, and then was misunderstood as the murderer, ran away all the way, etc., all of which were told.

Of course, Chenshan is a big circle in secret, so I naturally hide it and not say it. I just said that I had some misunderstandings with Shenshan people when I was in the hotel. Chenshan knew that I knew Qiao Qiao's father and I knew me, so he did not rashly touch me, but asked me to talk to him and give an explanation. This makes sense.

As I said, I looked at the expression on Ouyang's face carefully. This middle-aged man was obviously of the kind of mood without showing his emotions. His eyes were hidden behind the lenses, but his emotions were not exposed at all. Even if I said that Chen Shan died, he just raised his eyebrows slightly and then returned to normal.

I finished speaking in one breath, Ouyang Moran said nothing. After a long time, he nodded: "Well, in this way, Chen Shan is dead, right?"

"Yes. Just about two hours ago." I sighed.

"Subordinate Chen Shandi, that second in commander... Well, you killed him, right?"

"Yes." I nodded.

Ouyang closed his eyes, as if he thought about it for a while, and then after he opened his eyes, he did not immediately talk to me, but raised his hand. Immediately, one of his subordinates walked up to him and bent down to look over.

"Go and find me the person in charge of delivering messages in Shanghai..." Ouyang looked at his watch: "In thirty minutes, I will see him appear in front of me."

Ouyang's subordinates nodded immediately, and then left expressionlessly.

Ouyang didn't talk to me either, but just smoked quietly, occasionally gently buckled the pipe over to quit the ashes, and then took a sip of tea, but never spoke.

Qiao Qiao's father and I looked at each other and didn't say anything.

Half an hour passed quickly. At this moment, the sun was about to set and the sky was getting dark. Ouyang seemed to have no intention of moving to the place, but leaned on the chair more leisurely.

A moment later, Ouyang's subordinates walked over from a distance, with a man following him.

I saw clearly when the two of them came to us. The person brought by Ouyang's men was a fat man in a brown suit. The fat man was sweating profusely at the moment. While walking, he was wiping sweat nervously. After seeing Ouyang, his legs suddenly became weak and he knelt down with a plop.

Ouyang didn't say anything. He just picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank the tea in one sip, then slowly took off his glasses, took out a mirror cloth from his pocket to gently wipe it. His movements were gentle and slow. His face was calm, but the fat man kneeling there seemed to be so scared that he was no longer possessed, and his whole body was trembling like a slapped. His face was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't even dare to wipe it.

"Chenshan is dead, do you know?" Ouyang spoke gently.

"Prince Princess... know." The fat man was fighting with his teeth and barely answered.

"This happened more than two hours ago." Ouyang sighed, put on his glasses again and looked at the fat man in front of him: "It's such a big thing, but I just got the news. Moreover, it was the news from outsiders."

"Princess Princess..." The fat man dared not speak and his teeth continued to fight.

Ouyang snorted, raised his chin, and looked at the subordinate who had just sent out: "Where did you find him?"

The subordinate came over and whispered a word in Ouyang's ear. After hearing this, Ouyang's face immediately became dark and his face was full of coldness!

"Okay, very good!" He said in a cold tone: "I give you millions of dollars every year to support the news here in Shanghai. Let you stare at Chenshan... As a result, such a big thing happened. Chenshan's body was cold, but you were still in the woman's bed!!"

"Mr. Ouyang..." The fat man was almost crying. His knees rubbed forward a few times on the ground, almost wishing he could come up and hug Ouyang's thighs. His body was shaking on the ground and trembled. He shouted: "The incident happened suddenly, I was really not prepared... I am loyal to you and never dared to slack off at all, but today..."

"But today, this is an accident, right?" Ouyang said lightly.

The fat man nodded repeatedly, but Ouyang sneered: "Your duty is that something big happened, but I didn't get any report. Instead, an outsider told me the news! Humph in just a few hours... Do you know how much change things can happen in just a few hours! You..."

When Ouyang said this, he suddenly raised his hand, and his subordinates immediately took out a gun from his arms and handed it to him.

Ouyang stood up, walked to the fat man with a gun in his hand, and said coldly: "No one can ever violate the rules I set! Do you understand what I mean?"

"...Obvious, understand!" The fat man suddenly raised his head, his face turned gray, and his eyes also showed a look of despair.

"Very good." Ouyang held the gun and gently pressed the fat man's forehead: "Your family, I will take care of you, and I will continue to support your children studying in Europe. You... don't worry."

The fat man was still trembling, but he took the gun from Ouyang's hand tremblingly, then gritted his teeth and poked the gun into his mouth. His fingers were trembling, but he finally touched the trigger.

I was shocked to see it, but Qiao Qiao's father next to me had already turned his head and sighed softly.

...

Bang!

With a crisp gunshot, the fat man's body fell to the ground, and blood stained the lawn on the ground...

Ouyang glanced at his subordinate and suddenly said, "Cheng Xiao, how long have you been with me?"

"Thirteen years and nine months." The subordinate answered quickly.

Ouyang nodded and pointed to the corpse on the ground: "Please carry him down... You will be responsible for the matter in Shanghai in the future. You will take over his house, car, and location... Don't let me down."

The subordinate showed ecstasy expression on his face and kowtowed on the spot. He kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you Mr. Ouyang! I will definitely not disappoint you!"

But Ouyang stopped looking at him, but waved to me: "Chen Yang, come and accompany me to have a cup of tea." He looked at Qiao Qiao's father again: "Old Qiao, sorry, this place of your land has been stained with blood. And... I will borrow your junior for a while, you won't object, right?"

Qiao Qiao's father laughed: "It is his honor for Mr. Ouyang to respect him. How could I object?"

I followed Ouyang without saying a word. The scene that happened just now made me unable to calm down.

I have never seen dead people, nor have I ever killed people. But this Ouyang looks so gentle and elegant. He had a smile on his face and played golf together. When he was killing people, he turned his back on his face and made a decision without any hesitation. He has a moderate reward and punishment, and is a full heroic character!

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, just looking at the appearance, who would have thought of such a gentle and gentle middle-aged man, but such a character?!

I followed Ouyang away. Then I took the electric car out of the golf course and came to the indoors. Then we went to the locker room to change our casual clothes. With Ouyang, we came to a quaint place with Chinese decorations. The tables and chairs here are all carved from tree roots, with a hint of ancient nature, which is full of flavor.

Ouyang and I sat face to face. On a table carved with huge tree roots in front of us, there was a set of kung fu tea sets. Ouyang and I had cleaned our hands at this moment, and we changed into clothes. The huge room was the only one of us, and his subordinates were waiting outside.

Ouyang calmly fiddled with the gap in front of him. He washed the cup and smelled the fragrance, and meticulously arranged the procedure. Finally, after pouring tea for me, he smiled and said, "Pinpin."

Without hesitation, I picked it up and drank it: "Very good, very fragrant!"

Ouyang smiled and said, "No need to be polite... Hehe. Actually, you must be thinking in your heart. Why do these gangster bosses like to make this set of kung fu tea? They are all doing things that kill people and rob people, but they like to pretend to be elegant, right?"

I was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "This... I thought about it before, but now I don't think so."

"Oh?" Ouyang glanced at me.

"Yes." I looked frank: "Actually, Mr. Ouyang, I am also a gangster. I naturally understand... Those who walk this path, once they come up, there will be no way to turn back. There are a few gangster leaders in the world who can die in bed and end up with a good death? Killing people... I have killed a lot of people, and they are not blood-stained with both hands? But if people kill too much, the murderous aura will become thicker. If you are not careful, there will be problems in your heart. Either you become a cold-blooded person or become addicted to killing, the faster you will die in the end! In this way, if you want to sit steadily, you must maintain a normal mind! Your murderous aura has nowhere to vent. Sooner or later, this normal mind will not be able to maintain it.

.Are those gangsters actually have their own private psychologists! According to what I know, the hell angel land boss in Canada, Mr. Solin, has his own specialized private psychologists, and the godfather of the American digambino family... However, we Chinese are different from those foreigners. We are not interested in finding psychologists to regulate psychological pressure. But our ancestors left us a lot of things. Writing, playing chess and tea, each of which is a good way to calm down and nourish qi. It’s a pity that I am a rough person, and I can’t even learn to write, playing chess and tea. But Mr. Ouyang has such a good tea art, which is admirable. Of course, I admire your qi cultivation skills!"

Ouyang laughed, and seemed to be very satisfied with what I said, and shook his sleeves: "Drink tea."

Then he looked at me again: "You are very strange. When I heard about you, Zhi knew that you had made the guy with a one-headed head. Later, Ye Huan turned against him, and it seemed to have something to do with you... And you can actually make such a big foundation in Canada. Among the younger generation I met, you must be the best. Alas... we are all old, and within five years, no one among the younger generation will be on par with you."

I couldn't answer this, but I just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Chen Yang, it's all you and me now. What we say here today is, you and I will speak, and you and I will never fall into the ears of a third person. Do you understand?"

"I understand." I remained silent.

"You must have known my identity now." Ouyang smiled faintly and glanced at me.

"Know a little." I nodded.

"Well, my surname is Ouyang. The single name is Ji. Now under Qinghong, the big boss with the character "di" is me." Ouyang smiled and said, "Old Qiao, I am my friend for many years."

I had expected it long ago. Qiao Qiao's father told me that he and the Didada family were card friends at the same card table and often played mahjong together. Today, when they were chatting just now, they heard them say they were going to play mahjong together tonight. I guessed it.

"I already know what happened today. It has nothing to do with you. You are just bad luck. When you encounter such unlucky things...hehe." Ouyang smiled and said, "I will only ask you a few questions now. You answer me honestly."

"Mr. Ouyang, please ask." I sighed.

"How about this person in Shen Shan?" I didn't expect that Ouyang's first question was to ask Shen Shan, the dead man.

I thought about it: "It's smart and cunning, and it's not revealed... the overall situation is also very good."

Ouyang smiled and looked at me. There was a hint of mocking in his eyes: "I'm afraid you'll say a few less words... Is that person, greedy as a jackal, cunning as a fox and a rabbit. He is good at changing his powers to avoid misfortune when he sees the wind. Unfortunately... his vision of looking at people is a bit worse. Otherwise, the person's evaluation will be higher."

I was silent and had no words.

"Well. Shen Shan has been doing things for your big circle for so many years. Now that he is dead, who are you going to send to take over the business in Shanghai?"

“?!!”

Ouyang's words almost made me stand up!!
To be continued...