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"Okay, I won't pursue it this time. I hope you can really find out something." After a pause, Tong Zhengrong told Ling Cang coldly: "I won't do this next time."
"good,"
As soon as Tong Zhengrong put down the phone, a number consisting of a series of "0"s called. Ling Cang picked up the phone curiously: "Who is it?"
"It's me," Duanmu Quhe's voice came from inside. She didn't blame Ling Cang for anything, but said hurriedly: "Do you know, the two things you asked me to check are actually one thing."
"Speak slowly," Ling Cang's heart moved and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"
"Didn't you ask me to check the whereabouts of Ge Laohui? You also asked me to find out who Ding Maozhong is..." After swallowing, Duanmu Quhe told Ling Cang: "Ding Maozhong is from Ge Laohui."
"What,"
"Sixty or seventy years ago, three brothers of Ge Lao Hui went to Southeast Asia to develop. Later, a hall leader named Ding Shibo came out of Lizitang. He did two things. One was to conquer Yizitang and Xinzitang, and the other was to Abolish the past rule of public election of the hall leader and make the hall leader hereditary." After a pause, Duanmu Quhe told Ling Cang: "Ding Shibo is Ding Maozhong's father."
"I see..." Ling Cang took a deep breath and thought to himself: "No wonder Ding Maozhong hates the Hong Ming Gang so much."
"Hey~," Duanmu Quhe got down to business and told Ling Cang angrily: "In order to help you investigate this matter, I was scolded by the leader today. Please tell me what to do."
"Don't you just want a Winnie the Pooh? I'll give it to you."
"I don't want one now..." Duanmu Quhe said carefully: "I want the whole set,"
"No problem," Ling Cang smiled: "From the largest to the smallest, I will buy one of each."
Not to mention Winnie the Pooh, even if it was a real bear, Ling Cang would buy it because the information provided by Duanmu Quhe was so valuable that it dissipated all doubts.
"Ding Maozhong has a very clear grasp of our affairs..." Hong Xue sat opposite his father and said worriedly: "Every strike he makes is very targeted."
"Well," Hong Yi leaned on the rocking chair, closed his eyes slightly, and asked calmly: "How is Lingcang doing?"
"Ding Maozhong didn't attack Ling Cang at first, but he suddenly took action yesterday..." Speaking of Ling Cang, Hong Xue's mood improved somewhat: "In the end, he came back defeated and many people died. I heard that Ling Cang also We sent people to raid Ding Maozhong's old home, but it was a pity that this old fox escaped."
"Ling Cang is very capable,"
"He is indeed capable. He destroyed Ding Maozhong's prestige and finally brought the Hong Ming Gang back." Hong Xue nodded proudly: "Dad, tell me what we should do next."
"Daughter, although you are smart, you are still young and lack experience in all aspects. This time you encounter an opponent like Ding Maozhong, which makes you a little overwhelmed, so you ask me for advice..."
Hong Xue reluctantly admitted: "Yes,"
"I'm old. I can help you for a while, but I can't help you forever." Hong Yi opened his eyes and looked at his daughter, his expression full of love: "If there is a capable person in the Hong Ming Gang to help you, I will feel relieved. Quite a few,”
"Let's be honest, dad, don't you just want Ling Cang to stay in the Hong Ming Gang?" Hong Xue said, his expression suddenly painful: "Qin Hu, Xu Ming, Wang Hongwei... these people are all loyal , and he is very capable, as for Ling Cang, it is better to exempt him..."
Hong Yi frowned slightly: "Why?"
"because……."
"Daughter, is there anything we can't say between you and me as father and daughter?"
"Dad..." Hong Xue gritted his teeth, and after a long time, he said something like this: "Every generation of our family has come out to be a prostitute. Although we say that we have done well, we are still prodigal in the end. Not only can I not be on the stage, but I am also looked down upon by others..."
"I understand," upon hearing this, Hong Yi suddenly realized that Hong Xue must have heard some rumors in school.
"So I don't want my boyfriend to be a gangster..." Although all the teachers and classmates did not dare to say bad things in front of him, Hong Xue could not stop others from saying anything behind their backs. Due to his status, , she has always been invisibly excluded from other people's circles and unable to integrate into it. The arrogance she usually behaves is actually a kind of self-protection. For a long time, she has not said this to others, but just kept it silently in her heart: " Also, we are here to hang out. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, and we may die on the streets at any time. Ling Cang is a good boy and should live peacefully and should not take such risks..."
"What you said makes sense, but..." After a pause, Hong Yi continued: "It was not you who dragged Ling Cang into the Hong Ming Gang, but Ling Cang's own choice. This must be the result of careful consideration, and I I firmly believe that when a husband and wife are of the same mind, their strength is stronger than metal.”
"Dad..." Hong Xue's face turned red very rarely: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said you want to marry Ling Cang..."
"Okay, don't say it, don't say it anymore," Hong Yi chuckled, and then said, "You go out and do your work, I have something to do."
"What's up,"
"You will know when you come back in the evening,"
His father had never done anything behind his back. Hong Xue was curious, but did not dare to ask more questions, so she left the house obediently.
Hong Yi got up from the rocking chair and shouted: "Qin Hu,"
"Godfather..." Qin Hu ran in and said, "What's the matter?"
"Where's Mr. Li?"
"I just went out for a walk and I just came back."
"Oh," Hong Yi nodded: "Tell him that I want to invite him to drink tea. Also, prepare the tea sets."
A large mahogany tea table was placed in the yard. When Qin Hu prepared the tea set, Li Jiye happened to sit down.
Hong Yi strolled to the tea sea, set up the tea set, and asked with a smile: "Sir, how well have you rested these days?"
"Thanks to the care, the injury has almost recovered," Li Jiye clasped his hands and said with emotion: "Hall Master Hong has been so kind to me, I really don't know how I can repay him."
"You and I are both Hongmen brothers, so to say this is to be disrespectful," Hong Yi chuckled, and then asked: "I wonder if you, sir, have contacted the main gate,"
"Contacted," Li Jiye nodded, his face became a little gloomy: "Xiang Master said that when the current trouble is solved, he will send someone over to meet me immediately. At that time, Hall Master Hong can formally establish contact with the main sect. We can also support each other,"
"What?" Hong Yi frowned: "There is trouble at the main gate."
"Yeah..." Li Jiye smiled bitterly: "I was attacked one after another and was put on several occasions."
"Who is so bold?" Hong Yi patted the sea of tea with such force that the teapot made a soft "dang" sound: "As long as we find out and dig up his ancestral grave,"
"It's some business matters," Li Jiye said with a long sigh: "Speaking of which, it's an internal conflict among us Chinese people..."
"oh,"
"We Chinese people are not united..." Li Jiye shook his head and continued: "The big circle gang, the Fuqing Gang, does not fight against the ghosts, but only competes with their own people for business. As a result, this time they fought so hard that the ghosts saw it. What a joke,”
"Hey, the Chinese people are so helpless because of their nature." Hong Yi also shook his head, and then made a gesture of invitation: "Come on, I won't say any more, sir, please give me tea."
There were ten teacups placed on the sea of tea, nine of which formed a standard circle, and the remaining one was placed in the center. Li Jiye looked at it and said with a smile: "Master Hong is trying me again,"
"I haven't set up a tea cup array in many years. I have nothing to do and I'm going to review it."
"That's right," Li Jiye said, picked up the cup in the center, drank it all in one gulp, and said: "If the plum blossoms are spitting on the table, the Five Tiger Generals will be heroes."
Hong Yi nodded slightly: "The third surname is Taoyuan, and I still have a number. I want to meet Changshan Zhao Zilong."
"Hey, when I set up this tea cup array and talked about this gatha, it suddenly seemed like I had traveled through time."
"Isn't it..." Speaking of this, Hong Yi was also very emotional: "Today's young people don't talk about this at all, and they don't respect tradition."
"Isn't that right? They only think about making money now and think they are just out to hang out. Who knows, we who work in the underworld are not that simple..." Li Jiye said this and sighed longly: "We have our own culture , history and connotation, if we cannot pass these on, what is the difference between us and those street gangsters,"
"That's right,"
"There are many gangs in country M, from various countries, including Italian and French mafia, Nigerian gangs, various Latin American organizations..." After a pause, Li Jiye continued: "I found that they They all pay great attention to tradition, even if their historical accumulation is not as good as ours,"
"Then what about us,"
"In the past, traditions have been preserved, but over the years, they have gradually faded away..." Li Jiye looked a little worried and shook his head: "I heard that Hong Kong and Taiwan maintain traditions more than those in M country. "Bian Hao,"
"Really?" Hong Yi nodded: "By the way, you have been here for so many days, and I have never heard you mention the specific situation of the main gate."
"Master Hong..." Li Jiye reminded with a smile: "Have you forgotten, the rule of Hongmen is that you cannot mention the situation of your mountain when doing things outside. Unless the Xiang Master or the Second Route Marshal are present, otherwise it can be regarded as betraying the ancestors. Forget the ancestral lineage,"
"Isn't that right..." Hong Yi slapped his forehead and said with some shame: "I was scolding young people just now. Do you think I, an old guy, have also forgotten the rules? I'm really ashamed..."