Siegel looked at Zhou Jian with a sullen face, and a thought came to his mind involuntarily. The only person who was closest to him just now was the young man in front of him. Could it be that he pulled out the barrel coupling shaft in an instant?
He did feel that the holster of the gun was touched, but he could not imagine how this young man did it. What he was most proud of was the speed of drawing the gun and the feel of the gun. Now he was being touched by a young man who was almost a child.
It is simply unbelievable that someone would have tampered with his own gun in full view of the public.
Siegel put away his gun and looked at Zhou Jian with a more fearful look. If it was really this boy, then he was too scary.
Siegel waved his hand to his men and said coldly: "Let's go!"
He cares about loyalty and face when he comes out to hang out. No matter what, he has no face to stay here today.
Siegel led his people out of the mourning hall. This time, the mourning hall was mostly empty.
It wasn't until Siegel left that Mu Wanqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She took a deep look at Zhou Jian and felt vaguely that this young man was not simple.
Of course she wouldn't think that Siegel, who was famous for his marksmanship in the Texas gang, would pull out a copycat pistol. If coupled with Zhou Jian's previous fearless behavior, then what happened today is worthy of scrutiny. What is Zhou Jian doing?
What method was used to make Siegel make such a big joke?
Could it be that he is also a master of ancient martial arts? If he has such strength at the age of nineteen, this young man would be too scary.
If this is the case, then it might not be a good thing for Huiyin to be with him. After all, such a large inheritance will inevitably arouse the covetous attention of the people in the center, and with Zhou Jian, it can be more secure.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanqiu said softly: "Mr. Zhou, would you like to come with me?"
Zhou Jian casually threw away the recoil spring in his hand, then gave Wen Renhuiyin a reassuring look and said, "Okay."
In late autumn, Zhou Jian walked into the room next to the mourning hall. When Zhou Jian left, people looked at the young man with strange eyes. It was inevitable that people had some suspicions in their hearts.
Mu Wanqiu brought Zhou Jian to a quiet room. The decoration of this room was very simple. There was only a bed and a table. The bed was covered with a white mattress, which was clean but not soft. On the table was a pair of
The photo in the photo frame was of a handsome man and a beautiful woman. The woman jumped up and threw herself on the man. Both of them were smiling brightly.
If you look carefully, you can find the shadow of Mu Wanqiu on that lively and youthful beauty. Obviously, this is a photo of Mu Wanqiu and Wenren Shaolong when they were young. At that time, Mu Wanqiu's tui was good.
Next to the photo frame is a small basket filled with wool. There is also a half-knitted sweater in the basket. It is blue and white and very clean.
Seeing this half-finished sweater, Zhou Jian was very surprised. He guessed that this room was where the mourners stayed in late autumn, but why was there such a half-finished sweater? Could it be that she was knitting it?
This is really unbelievable. In this day and age, there are very few women who can knit sweaters. Not to mention that a woman with status and status like Mu Wanqiu can actually knit sweaters?
Mu Wanqiu guessed what Zhou Jian was thinking, and she said with a smile: "It's strange, isn't it? I do know how to knit sweaters. In fact, I have knitted sweaters for five years, and I can knit one sweater in a day at the fastest...
"
Knit one piece a day!?
Although Zhou Jian doesn't know what the average speed of knitting a sweater is, he roughly knows what it means to knit a sweater a day.
He said: "Aunt Mu used to be a female textile worker?"
Mu Wanqiu smiled and shook his head, "No, I was knitting in prison."
"Prison...prison?" Zhou Jian's eyes widened.
"I have followed Shaolong since I graduated from college at the age of 22. When I was 23, Shaolong was in danger of going to jail for economic crimes. I took the blame for him, and then I stayed in prison for five full years.
…”
Zhou Jian took a breath. He was imprisoned for five years from the age of 23 to the age of 28. This meant that the most precious period of youth in his life in late autumn was wasted in prison. What would it be like?
Pity.
Mu Wanqiu said: "In prison, the labor requirements are very heavy, such as sewing buttons, embroidering flowers, and knitting sweaters... At the beginning, I couldn't do anything and was clumsy. The prison said that one person in a cell could not finish the work, and the rest could not finish it.
To accompany me, I only slept a few hours a day in those days. Later, it took me two months to reach the speed of those veterans. It was really forced."
When Mu Wanqiu said this, he couldn't help but rub the yarn ball in the bamboo basket, his face full of emotion.
Zhou Jian couldn't help but ask: "Do you have to complete the target? If you fail to complete it, will they beat you?"
Mu Wanqiu shook his head slightly and said: "No, beating is strictly prohibited in prison, but we must do it desperately in order to... reduce the sentence."
When Mu Wanqiu said this, he smiled bitterly, "Those who have never been in prison can't imagine the hellish suffering they endured there. Many people there will find ways to commit suicide, such as cutting their veins with a sharpened toothbrush or stabbing them diagonally with embroidered flowers."
You can hit your chest or hit a wall, but there are very few successful cases. You won't die if you hit a wall, but people will find out if you cut your pulse or something like that, because there are cameras everywhere in the prison, including the sleeping room, and the prison doesn't know how to do it.
Let the prisoner act alone."
Listening to Mu Wanqiu's story, Zhou Jian vaguely understood why Wenren Shaolong abandoned his wife and daughter for Zi Mu Wanqiu. This feeling was too heavy. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to remain indifferent.
Mu Wanqiu said: "Okay, let's not mention this anymore. I called you here today because I want to talk seriously about your affairs with Huiyin. I want to ask you, does the Wenren family know about your affairs with Huiyin?
"
Zhou Jian nodded: "I know, this matter was approved by Grandpa Zeng of Wenren Huiyin."
Late Autumn was slightly startled, Wenren Huiyin’s Grandpa Zeng? Isn’t that the head of the Wenren family, Wenren Xingguo?
Although Mu Wanqiu didn't have the slightest fondness for this feudal parent who persisted in the past and practiced dictatorship, she had to admit that this famous man Xingguo was a man of great influence. Since he was personally recognized as his son-in-law, then this young man must have extraordinary qualities.
It seems that I have really underestimated him, and his marriage to Huiyin has long been a foregone conclusion. I have no right to speak, I am just worried.
Understanding this, Mu Wanqiu's prepared rhetoric was no longer needed. She said: "In this case, I hope you can treat Huiyin well. I have no children. Although Huiyin and I met for the first time,
But I have long regarded her as my biological daughter..."
When Mu Wanqiu said this, Zhou Jian couldn't help but wonder, was Mu Wanqiu infertile? Otherwise, why wouldn't he have children? Of course, he didn't ask.
But Mu Wanqiu guessed what Zhou Jian was thinking, and she said, "Are you wondering why I don't have any children?"
Zhou Jian nodded, "A little bit."
Mu Wanqiu said: "Actually, I have been pregnant twice. The first time was when I was twenty-two years old. Shaolong was already engaged at that time. When I was in the sixth month of pregnancy, someone kicked me in the stomach and the baby came out.
I had a miscarriage..."
Although Mu Wanqiu's expression was calm, her voice was slightly trembling. Zhou Jian was stunned when he heard that someone kicked her in the stomach? Although Mu Wanqiu did not tell who the murderer was, this
It is easy to think of this fact. It is nothing more than Wenren's family or Huiyin's mother's family. They do not allow such a child to exist.
Mu Wanqiu smiled bitterly, "Actually, I have never thought about threatening anything with the child in my belly, or that I just want a child because I am seeking wealth."
When she said this, she couldn't help but cast her eyes towards the photo frame on the table, with a hint of fascination in her eyes, as if she was recalling those wonderful times twenty years ago.
Zhou Jian could imagine the high hopes Mu Wanqiu had for her child and the pain Mu Wanqiu went through after losing her child. He asked: "Did Mr. Wen Ren have a fight with the family because of this incident?"
Mu Wanqiu nodded, "Yes. Later, Shaolong relied on the connections he had accumulated over the years to work hard on his own. However, it was not easy to break out of the world without the protection of his family. However, he was unwilling to be inferior to others and wanted to prove that he had left.
The family can still live well, and they want to give me and my future children a prosperous life, so we committed that economic crime..."
Mu Wanqiu shook his head when he said this, "Actually, that's not what I want, but since Shaolong insists, I can only stand behind him. I was imprisoned for five years, and during those five years, Shaolong came to the United States.
, you can probably guess what happened next, he joined the American Mafia."
"Those years were spent in fighting and killing. I became pregnant for the second time and gave birth to a lovely son... Unfortunately... he died in the gang vendetta..."
Zhou Jian couldn't tell what he felt when he heard this. Wenren Shaolong left the shelter of his family and came to the world alone to make a career. For today's achievements, he didn't know how much he had to pay, and no matter how much he paid in late autumn,
No matter what he has been through, he has always stood silently behind him, supporting him at all costs. The weight of this love is shocking.
Mu Wanqiu said: "Huiyin is Shaolong's daughter and the continuation of Shaolong's life. My only wish now is to see her safe and happy. I hope you can treat her well."
Zhou Jian took a breath, and Commissioner Zheng said: "Aunt Mu, I can do it."
Mu Wanqiu looked at Zhou Jian deeply and said, "I hope you can keep your word."
The two fell silent at this point in the conversation. Zhou Jian hesitated for a long time and then said, "Aunt Mu, I have something to ask you."
"Well, you ask."
Zhou Jian considered his words and asked: "I want to know how Mr. Wen Ren died and whether he got a ring before he died?"!.
