It was Xue Xiang who spoke. Xue Xiang had already moved to a table very close to them, leaving only Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian eating and drinking at the original table. He ordered a bottle of red wine and listened to their conversation. Sure enough, he asked for calligraphy and painting.
Seeing that Hu Hongzhuang was silent now, Xue Xiang knew that she must be in trouble and it was time for him to step in, so he spoke up.
Hu Hongzhuang was having a fierce ideological struggle. Just when she was about to respond, she heard someone greeting her. When she looked up, she saw that it was the tall young man whom her younger brother admired very much. He had been to her home. She couldn't remember his name.
I just remember that my younger brother called him third brother. Hu Hongzhuang just covered up her embarrassment and said to Xue Xiang with a smile: "It turns out it's you. I haven't been here for a long time."
Come and sit down at home. I have been recovering for almost a year, and I have no idea where to go. No, my dad insists on letting me join the security bureau, so I will report there next month. Come on, come on, third brother, let’s sit down together."
Hu Hongzhuang played a clever trick. Her younger brother called her Third Brother, and she was right to call her Third Brother. Seeing that he was not necessarily older than her younger brother. There was just one more person, which could ease the tense atmosphere just now.
Hu Hongzhuang asked Xue Xiang to sit down, which was exactly what Xue Xiang wanted. He was worried that Hu Hongzhuang didn't recognize him, so it would be difficult to approach An Weihong. Xue Xiang walked straight to the table, pulled out a chair and was about to sit down.
But he was stopped by An Weihong.
"This little brother, if you want to eat or drink, find another table. You can order whatever you want to eat or drink and charge it to my account. I'm here to talk about business. It's inconvenient." An Weihong didn't get up and faced
Xue Xiang puffed out smoke and waved.
Xue Xiangli ignored him, sat down directly, snapped his fingers, and the waiter brought a set of tableware. Xue Xiang took the initiative to pour himself a glass of Porto, took a sip, opened the cigarette case, popped out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and said
: "Sister Hongzhuang, you don't mind if I smoke, I'll look at this
The little brother is smoking, so I just follow the crowd." Xue Xiang ignored An Weihong and returned the "little brother" who sent him out intact, secretly mocking him for being a fake gentleman.
A lady smokes while dining, of course, to find an excuse for herself to smoke.
An Weihong was so angry that Xue Xiang ignored him that his stomach hurt. When did cats and dogs dare to be arrogant in front of him? He slammed the wine glass on the table, narrowed his narrow eyes, and fish tails were faintly visible at the corners of his eyes.
The big eyes became even smaller, and he smiled sinisterly and said: "Boy, don't be so shameless, Ma Liu'er, get out of here, or you will have to walk in and crawl out."
Before Xue Xiang opened his mouth, Hu Hongzhuang said anxiously: "Third brother, why don't you go to another table to eat first, and we can talk about old times later." Hu Hongzhuang didn't understand Xue Xiang, how could she know Xue Xiang's temper.
Although Xue Xiang does not have the temperament of a young man who would rather break than bend, he is not a master who can be ordered around by others, even if he asks for help from others.
Xue Xiang refused to suffer any loss, took a deep breath of cigarette, and sprayed it at An Weihong. The thick smoke went out thickly and quickly. An Weihong didn't have time to avoid it, and just took a sip of wine in his mouth.
Breathe through your nose, this time
He accepted all the second-hand smoke sprayed by Xue Xiang. An Weihong was choked until his face turned red, and all the wine he had not yet swallowed spurted out, scattering in all directions, most of it hitting his crotch. He was extremely embarrassed for a while.
Before Xue Xiang had time to retaliate, An Weihong was so choked by his own puff of cigarette that he felt happy. Hu Hongzhuang looked concerned and quickly handed An Weihong a napkin. In fact, she was already happy: I called you a boy.
You are so arrogant. You deserve to bully your aunt.
An Weihong stood up angrily and whistled to the two guards at the door. Immediately, two tall guards rushed in, stood up to An Weihong and asked for instructions from the chief. An Weihong
With trembling fingertips, he pointed at Xue Xiang and said, "Drag this boy out and give him a good fix."…
Seeing that the matter was urgent, Hu Hongzhuang quickly smoothed things over and said: "Wei Hong, you think this is just a misunderstanding. For the sake of my face, let him go this time. I will comply with what you said."
"No, everything else is easy to talk about, but if this doesn't work, it's useless for anyone to intercede. Even if you promise to give me "Catkins", I will deal with this kid." An Weihong ignored Hu Hongzhuang's words.
To persuade, he said bitterly.
Seeing An Weihong give the order, the two soldiers drove away the waiters who came to dissuade them and approached Xue Xiang. Xue Xiang still sat on the chair and drank. He took a shallow sip, and the wine slid on the corner of his mouth and the tip of his tongue.
The wine molecules fully contact the taste buds, savoring the alluring aroma. In the distance, Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian had known that Xue Xiang was coming here.
After hearing the movement, I suddenly saw two soldiers in military uniforms walking towards Xue Xiang's table. I knew that things were going to be bad, so I stood up and prepared to go over, but was stopped by Xue Xiang with a vague gesture. He sat down again and just kept close contact.
Pay attention to the situation over there, and if something goes wrong, rush forward. Even if the opponent has a gun, you have to fight.
"This bottle of Porto should not be produced by the 43-year-old Fitelli Winery, but should be produced by the 47-year-old Scatto Winery, and it is mass-produced. Am I right? There are many words, Mr. An, this should be your own
With him, Lao Mo did not have Porto. However, even if it was released in 1947,
It is also a rare item now. It is a pity that Mr. An did not preserve it well, otherwise the quality of the wine should be higher." Two guards were already sandwiching Xue Xiang on the left and right, and Xue Xiang was still sitting on the chair.
Instead of moving, he commented on the red wine Hua Weihong brought.
An Weihong sneered: "You know me? You came prepared. I can't tell that you have a petty bourgeois sentiment. I underestimated you before. Since you know who I am, you still dare to come to me."
You are noisy and courageous. Forget it, I am too lazy to ask you who you are. A cleanup is indispensable. If you have anything to say, crawl up to me after being beaten and say: Xiaoma, Xiaohuang, drag him out for me.
"
The two soldiers received the order and stretched out their hands to grab Xue Xiang's shoulders.
When his waist was sore and weak, he quickly turned his fist into a palm and thrust it into the arms of the two of them. Then he took his hand back, raised his elbows and hit the two of them on the chin.
, knocked the two soldiers unconscious. Xue Xiang recovered two more black May 4th pistols in his hands, and all this was done in the flash of lightning. Xue Xiang took out the magazine of the pistol in his left hand and ejected the bullets.
, the gun in his right hand was pressed against the table, the body of the gun was covered with a napkin, only the muzzle was exposed, and the muzzle was pointed upward at Hua Weihong.
In an instant, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the situation of attack and defense became difficult. At this time, An Weihong's body, which had not yet sat down, was already swaying like chaff. He grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and barely managed to stand. An Weihong really couldn't believe that one day he would
Being pointed at a gun, usually
Everywhere he went, there were either applause or flowers, or he met three or two blind people. As soon as the IDs of the two security guards beside him were flashed, he immediately avoided all evil and everything went smoothly. He didn't need to say anything at all. How could it be like today?
This guy I met
, first he drank his own wine carelessly, then sprayed himself with cigarettes, and finally was surrounded by two of his tall guards, and dared to hurt people and seize guns. When did such desperadoes appear in the capital?
Public security is too chaotic. What are you going to do, Public Security Bureau?
No matter what, An Weihong lamented in his heart. He blamed himself for being unlucky enough to meet desperadoes when he went out. He also blamed the Public Security Bureau for their poor appeasement. He also resented the two useless guards. Two big guys with guns couldn't fight one with bare hands.
The hairy boy.
An Weihong didn't have time to express any more thoughts. The desperado in front of him had already opened the safety, and he could see the black muzzle of the pistol pointed at his eyebrows. He didn't dare to move, for fear that with this move, the other party would pull the trigger in excitement.
, I only have this little life
It's an injustice. I haven't enjoyed this colorful world enough. It's really not worth exchanging my life with the guy in front of me. An Weihong said in a trembling voice: "Brother, we have something to discuss. We don't have any deep hatred, so there is no need to move."
This, be careful of fire."….
"Yes, third brother, put the gun away quickly, apologize to Wei Hong, and let this matter go. Wei Hong, you won't make trouble for him? That's a lot of words." Hu Hongzhuang was also frightened, and she ate
The meal was about to be over and there was a shooting. If An Weihong died here, my whole family would be doomed. If I had known it would have been over if I had promised An Weihong earlier, why would he have caused so many things?
"No, no need to apologize. It's me who should apologize to this brother. Why are you causing trouble? It's me who has caused trouble to this brother." An Weihong didn't have the intention to ask Xue Xiang to do this or that. He only wanted to hurry up.
Go home and hide in your room
, take a few packets to calm down the shock, and tremble under the quilt. He grew up in a honey pot, and he is an expert at plotting and scheming, but if he is asked to face swords and guns, he has no courage at all, and he is afraid of death.
A common problem among big courtyard boys who live a nourished life.
Xue Xiang pressed his left hand down and said with a smile: "Young Master An, sit down, Sister Hongzhuang, sit down. I came here to say hello to you, Sister Hongzhuang, and have a meal by the way. I didn't expect Young Master An to be so temperamental."
I am angry, this is also a rogue move, it is considered self-defense."
An Weihong thought to himself, how can you just be a bastard? I just told you that I'll take care of your dinner, and you're still here. Besides, you also said that I have a bad temper, and I just let people take care of you.
, I never thought you would actually use a gun, we two
Who had the grumpier temper? An Weihong had no choice but to sit down with Hu Hongzhuang. His two guards were still sleeping on the floor. The waiter wanted to come over to help them lift them up, but An Weihong scolded him and left.
If you are angry, just take it out on them.
An Weihong's table was relatively quiet because he wanted to discuss business with Hu Hongzhuang, so he decided to sit in a corner by the window in the northwest corner. There were no people at the seven or eight tables nearby, and no one noticed anyone coming here for a while.
What happened? When Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian saw the two guards knocked down by Xue Xiangqian, they knew that the third brother had the situation under control, and their hearts were relieved again, and they continued to drink.
Seeing An Weihong sit down, Xue Xiang raised the napkin covering the gun body, took the gun back, turned it several times in his hand, and pushed it onto the table. The pistol was lying twenty kilometers away from An Weihong.
The place stopped. Xue Xiang said with a smile: "Young Master An, don't be nervous. Come on, take the gun. Let's continue eating and drinking."
An Weihong and Hu Hongzhuang were both a little confused by Xue Xiang's move. They didn't understand why he took the initiative to hand back the loaded gun. Wasn't he afraid that Hua Weihong would cause trouble for him after he escaped? The two sides were even confused.
No conditions were discussed.
An Weihong's eyes were fixed on Xue Xiang, and he slowly reached out to touch the gun. Finally he got close to the gun and grabbed it. He quickly pulled his hand back, turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Xue Xiang, and followed suit.
Looking like Xue Xiang, he covered the body of the gun with the napkin he had just given. An Weihong laughed so hard that he was out of breath.
Tears came out. The wild laughter attracted the diners in the hall to watch. Everyone didn't understand what interesting things happened over there. Some people laughed so wildly. Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian kept paying attention to the situation at Xue Xiang's table.
The expressions of the two of them changed drastically, and they really didn't understand how the third brother could have missed it.
An Weihong smiled, and Xue Xiang also laughed.
An Weihong burst into tears with laughter, and Xue Xiang smiled as brightly as the morning sun.