This magic is mainly reflected in contradictions in all aspects. The natural pattern of less land and more people, the fierce collision of Chinese and English cultures, the visible gap between rich and poor under high prosperity, etc., ideological, population, economic, geographical The environment everywhere declares the existence of this contradiction.
However, it should be noted that contradiction cannot be simply equated with opposition. The contradiction in Xiangjiang is more special and more complex. Perhaps it is a problem left over from history, or there is simply no room for competition. , causing the contradiction here to appear as a mixed situation of me in you and you in me.
This is particularly evident in the architecture, especially in places like Yau Tsim Mong and Kowloon City. On the left are garden houses and mansions, and on the right are dilapidated tenement buildings and public housing estates that may be decades old. They are only separated by a road. , the living conditions where the rich and the poor live together are so grand, tourists who come here for the first time can't help but marvel.
At this time, in a public housing estate on Kai Tung Road in Kowloon City.
The so-called public housing estates, also known as public housing estates, are a resettlement method for densely populated areas developed by the Heung Kong Housing Committee. They are almost similar to the concept of low-rent housing in China. The largest number of middle and lower class people live here, and they also have The most original and rich smell of street fireworks.
The colorful clothes-drying exterior wall, the long winding corridor, the pattern of facing each other, the rusty iron gates, the children and cats and dogs running around and playing, and the old men listening to the radio, either helping each other or being nasty to each other. Neighbors... firewood, rice, oil and salt are hidden behind a door. All living things are contained on the first floor.
Such a unique environment makes it a paradise for many photography enthusiasts. In addition, to a certain extent, it is also a good place to hide...
On the fifth floor, after pressing the brim of his hat and scanning the surroundings, Ye Wangjun carried a few bags of food ingredients and walked down the corridor. He stopped in front of a door in the middle of the corridor, raised his hand, and knocked on the door rhythmically.
After pausing for a few seconds, he lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Wen, it's me, Ye Lian."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. At the same time, a gap opened in the opposite door, revealing a pair of extremely vigilant eyes. However, after seeing Ye Wangjun, the murderous intent in his eyes quickly subsided, and the latter entered. Behind the house, he turned around to meet that line of sight, nodded slightly, and closed the door.
Because the curtains were drawn up, the room seemed a little dark, but after all, it was broad daylight, and the light source through the curtains was enough to illuminate everything in the house. There were two rooms, a living room, a balcony, a kitchen and a bathroom. It was an ordinary house layout, nothing out of the ordinary.
There should be only one person in the house. The figure who just opened the door and is now walking towards the kitchen is a fat figure with sparse gray hair and sunken eye sockets when viewed from the side. He is a foreign old man. He did not look back, but complained in standard Cantonese with an awkward accent, "I'm here." It's very safe. I told you not to come, but you still come...Have you had lunch?"
"No, but I brought Uncle Wen your favorite Sheng Kee braised food." Ye Wangjun raised the bag in his hand and said with a smile, "There are also some other vegetables and fruits." I didn't bring any meat because there was it in the refrigerator. She brought a lot when she came last time, but it is best to eat fresh vegetables.
"Then stay, eat together, and leave as soon as you're done."
"Okay, let me do it. The injury on your waist..."
"It's okay, you have no talent for cooking. You even burned down my kitchen when you were a kid, so I'll do it..."
The tone of the conversation between the two was very ordinary, with a hint of intimacy in the ordinary, and it was obvious that they were quite familiar with each other.
This foreign old man is Yelian's master, codenamed Santong, and his real name is Bill Rickman, an Englishman. However, he prefers his own Chinese name, Li Kewen, and those who are familiar with him call him Uncle Wen.
Oh, by the way, the code name Santong does not mean that he likes to play mahjong. This Santong is not the other Santong. It represents the abbreviation of an old-fashioned three-barreled shotgun.
The underground world is just a more general term. In fact, every region has its own small underground world. In Xiangjiang, the code name Santong is undoubtedly very famous, especially in the killer world, the old middlemen,
It is as reliable and stable as an evergreen tree, and has many resources at hand, whether it is killer resources or mission resources.
In addition, it is said in the industry that there is a small bar in Santong. In addition to the business in the underground world, he makes a living by running the bar and also uses it to hide his identity. Of course, this is just a legend. As for the existence of this bar,
It doesn't exist. If it exists, what is its name and where it is located? Except for a few killers who maintain a stable cooperative relationship with him, no one else knows.
Like the killer, the middleman also needs to hide his identity. And because he has to come forward to deal with the matter, the latter is more covert and more difficult to hide. But having said that, the consequences and costs of the two being exposed are also different.
If the killer is exposed, there will be a dead end. If the middleman is exposed, there will usually be an opportunity for betrayal.
For someone like Uncle Wen who was betrayed by a cooperating killer before he could betray him, it can only be said that his luck is really bad...
The two of them started to work, and the food was served quickly. There were three dishes and one soup, plus braised meat. There was no trace of Western food. It was pure Chinese food, and chopsticks were used. It can be said that except for that face and those blue pupils, this person
Uncle Wen is already a standard Xiangjiang native. In fact, he has stayed in Xiangjiang much longer than his hometown in England.
At the dinner table, neither of them talked about the current situation. They only talked about ordinary trivial things about family affairs. Yelian commented that Uncle Wen's cooking skills were getting better and better, and Uncle Wen asked her about her life in China and whether she was used to it.
Habits and the like, just like a warm lunch between father and daughter.
After eating, Ye Wangjun stood up to clear away the dishes. Uncle Wen waved his hand and motioned for her to sit down. He then took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a breath, coughed lightly, and finally spoke calmly along with the faint smoke he exhaled.
"Did you come here today because of what happened outside?"
Ye Wangjun was silent for a moment after hearing this, and nodded slightly, "A Sheng has lost contact. I contacted him in the morning, but there was no response."
The cigarette butt trembled slightly, "Ah Sheng? Didn't I let him leave Xiangjiang a long time ago?" In the underground world, loss of contact or silence basically means bad luck.
Ye Wangjun shook his head, "No, he has been secretly tracking down the whereabouts of the life hunter. He wants to help you, Uncle Wen." The so-called life hunter is the code name of the assassination team from Southeast Asia.
"...Idiot! How can there be such a killer? There are no employers. If you rush into the street, you can't even get Anjia's commission!" The tone was quite stern, even sarcastic, but the slightly cloudy blue eyes
But there was a flash of loneliness and sadness. The next moment, he turned his head and said, "Don't worry, Ah Sheng doesn't know what I am here... Judging from your appearance, is there a second piece of bad news?"
"Yes." Yelian's expression became solemn, "I just heard about this. I don't know whether it's true or not, but I think it's very credible. Those Vietnamese guys are the employers of this mission, and they also hired people in the industry.
A killer has come over, and I haven’t found out who he hired yet, but his target is probably you, Uncle Wen..."
Obviously this was a plan to kill people and silence them. However, Uncle Wen seemed a little indifferent when he heard this, and wrote lightly, "This matter, it doesn't matter. Whatever you can think of, let him do it."
Indeed, just like paratroopers who are born surrounded, once a killer or even an intermediary is exposed, it is natural for him to be retaliated by the target of the mission and clean up by his employer. This veteran killer of the last century is very open-minded.
"Then can we negotiate with the task recipient based on this? This is because the employer has not followed the rules first. They are unkind, so don't blame us for being unjust!"
"It's impossible for that lunatic to accept the negotiation. As for the employer..." Uncle Wen shook his head, "Without A Yuan's betrayal, the situation would not have evolved to what it is now. So you are wrong. This matter is actually our fault.
Rules come first, it’s normal for people to act differently.”
"That traitor A Yuan!" Ye Lian gritted his teeth, "It's in vain, Master, that you were so kind to him before and you took the initiative..."
Uncle Wen waved his hand to interrupt, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Go back, and don't come back again. Go back to the mainland, where it is safe."
"It is indeed safe there." After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wangjun couldn't help but persuade again, "Master, please come with me. Really, as long as I go back, I have a way to solve these problems..."
"Haha." Before he finished speaking, as expected, Uncle Wen smiled and waved his hand to make the S sign, and tapped the finger of the cigarette in the air, "If you say anything else, it will leak the secret. Alian, I taught you that the cooperating killer is our middleman.
The rules are also to protect ourselves."
This is only one aspect. On the other hand, it is obvious that this veteran middleman does not think that his apprentice, who he has seen since childhood, can know such a powerful killer after only staying in the mainland for a while.
That's impossible.
He just felt that Ye Lian was coaxing him to move, and if he could have moved away, he would have done it long ago. Unfortunately, this time the enemy did not come from Xiangjiang, but from outside. If he stayed here and took advantage of the local snakes, he would still have a chance to fight.
Not only will the opportunity be transferred rashly, the risk of exposure will be increased, but the opponent's attack methods will only become more and more unscrupulous. It would be okay for him to die, but if it involves Ye Lian, he obviously can't do it.
As for Ye Wangjun, she is also very aware of the risks of transfer. The most important thing is that she cannot guarantee that someone will help solve the problem after taking her master back, so her persuasive attitude cannot be firmly confirmed.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but finally gave up and just said, "Sooner or later, the other party will come here."
"That's good. Let's solve it here, so we don't have to hide around again."
"Is there no other way?"
"Of course!" Uncle Wen smiled confidently and looked at Ye Wangjun, "Don't underestimate your master. He is a rare professional killer who has a good start and a good finish. At the same time, he is also a professional killer who has endured decades of changes in the industry.
A well-established middleman." After saying this, he blinked his eyes, looking quite amused.
Ye Wangjun pursed his lips, but he really couldn't smile.
Of course she wouldn't underestimate her master's power, but because she knew it so well, it was difficult to be optimistic. Xiangjiang was still too small, and even after decades of operation, her master didn't have many outstanding killers. The most outstanding one
The one who also betrayed, yes, that’s right, that guy named A Yuan...
In addition, due to the environment, the assassination methods here in Xiangjiang are generally mild, which to some extent also limits the vision and pattern of local killers. In this way, facing the Southeast Asian assassination squads, most of whom came from the battlefield, they are like wild beasts.
With peers, the outcome of victory or defeat can be imagined.
No, there is no need to think about it at all, because the facts have already been revealed. When she first came here, she had already fought with the opponent. The result was that her master was shot in the waist and abdomen, and his subordinate gunmen suffered heavy losses and were hidden here.
Obviously, they alone cannot withstand the opponent's offensive. As for requesting off-site rescue, her master is not lacking in connections. After all, she has been around for decades, but...
Well, her master's biggest personal connection is in Wanwan. There used to be a very famous killer group there called Murphy. Although the two parties have no personal relationship, they have had numerous business contacts due to their geographical location, and the relationship is quite good.
Yes, it's not a big problem to invite him to help in the boxing. But unfortunately, just last year, leader Murphy died in Lingjiang. He was killed by the ghost. At that time, she was responsible for the task...
"Okay, that's all, you should go." Putting out the cigarette butt, Uncle Wen solemnly said, "Listen to me, Alian, take the earliest flight back after you go out, I don't need you to worry about it. Facts
I'm very happy that you can come back to see me this time. Really, Alian, let's go quickly!" After saying this, the veteran middleman's voice was trembling unconsciously.
Ye Wangjun was silent for a while after hearing this, then stood up and put away the dishes without raising his head. "I will leave, Uncle Wen, but not now. I said when I came here that I would stay here for fifteen days!"
"
Feeling the stubbornness and unshakability in his disciple's tone, Uncle Wen looked helpless. He sighed, then thought about it and said, "Alian, you have been here for thirteen days, right? Okay, in two days you will
Can you promise me to leave?"
"Of course... we'll talk about it then." He tilted his head and smiled playfully, and then ignored Uncle Wen who was pretending to be angry, and went straight to the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks in his arms.
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Five minutes later, Ye Wangjun walked out of the estate building, looked back, and then looked down at the phone in his hand, looking a little struggling.
Well, she regretted it. In fact, she had regretted it countless times over the past few days - she regretted setting a fifteen-day email time! The main reason was that she did not expect the situation to be so serious when she came, and it was too late to regret it later...
Take a deep breath and put away your phone.
She couldn't make phone calls, and her own safety was not completely guaranteed. If she had drawn the enemy's attention to the unsuspecting wood spirit just because of the phone call, that would be a real regret.
There are still two days, two days left, and that email will be sent. I will definitely wait until you come, Ghost, please...