Chapter 002: The House of the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger
Chen Cao's eyes were rolling around, and while he was thinking wildly, Tang Bo straightened his gray clothes, and his already cloudy eyes became confused: "Master, what are you thinking about? Have you done something wrong recently?
It’s over!”
When Chen Cao heard Tang Bo's question, he suddenly felt as if his thoughts were being read. He shook his head like a rattle, hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Where, where, I haven't had enough of the whip last time, the old man can do it."
How cruel!"
Uncle Tang's face wrinkled up and he smiled again: "That's good, the young master must learn to behave, otherwise next time, Uncle Tang, I won't be able to do anything, you know the master's temper!"
"That is, of course it is!" Chen Cao really loves and hates this old man who has watched him grow up since he was a child. The person in front of him was the one who enforced the family law last time. Despite his kind intentions now, he started to attack.
It's really fast and hard. You don't even feel the whip touching your butt, and it's already finished. Then you look back and think, "Damn, is that even called your butt?"
"Okay, young master, I'm waiting for you in the room. You have to talk nicely this time and don't be naughty!" After Tang Bo finished speaking, he walked towards the stairs without waiting for Chen Cao to answer.
"It's over. There must be something that was not covered up and alarmed my old man. It can't be done. Uncle Wang has never been so unreliable in his work! Chen Cao thought uneasily while reluctantly moving his buttocks.
Followed behind Uncle Tang who was walking freely.
"Ha..." A fat man with a middle-parted hair and obvious eye mucus in the corners of his eyes pushed open the door on the far left, yawned and walked out of the room. He saw the trembling Chen Cao and waved.
, smiled at the fat on his face and said: "Good morning, dog, I don't seem to be looking very good today!"
When Chen Cao saw the fat man in front of him, he looked at him like a resentful woman and watched Uncle Tang walking up the stairs without looking back, as if he didn't take the fat man seriously.
Chen Cao quickly lowered his head and walked over, pulled the corner of the fat man's clothes and lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Wang, you also said that the old man called me. Didn't what happened last time be over? I haven't done anything bad recently.
Do you know why the old man called me?"
When Chen Cao was talking, the fat man was taking care of his proud middle part. When he heard Chen Cao say this, he stared at Chen Cao with his small eyes and said, "Why, what happened to Er Gou last time was not a thing of the past."
What’s wrong!” After saying that, he slapped his thigh fiercely and shouted: “Could it be the governor’s daughter...”
Before he could finish his words, Chen Cao quickly covered the fat man's greasy mouth with his eyes, and whispered: "Shh, Uncle Wang, you still want my nephew to have my skin peeled off by the old man!"
Just as the two people were fighting, Tang Bo had already reached the third floor, stretched out his head, and shouted in a deep and deep voice: "Chen Cao, what's wrong!"
"No, it's nothing, I'll come right away!" Chen Cao quickly gave the fat man an angry look and ran upstairs.
"Humph, Wang Hucheng, don't think that the master values you so much that you teach the young master your sneaky tricks. Otherwise, be careful and I'll twist your head off!" After Tang Bo stretched his head back, his voice was still distant and powerful.
Floated into the fat man's ears.
This fat man is naturally Wang Husheng.
As if he was used to Uncle Tang's scolding, Wang Husheng rolled his eyes, spat into the palm of his hand, narcissistically took care of his slightly split hair, and kicked the door open while shaking his butt.
"Cousin, why is this old guy so crazy? I have tolerated him for a long time, why don't I do it now!" After pushing out of the room, his whole body was still steaming, and there was a white towel on his black shoulders.
The man sat on the bed and looked at Wang Hucheng.
The muscles all over his body are clearly textured, and his face cannot be said to be extremely handsome, but it is not ugly either. He exudes a kind of sadistic aura!
Wang Hucheng glared at him, then flew over and kicked the man under the bed, shouting: "Damn, you idiot, do you still think it was more than ten years ago? Do it, do it, now we are
But they are all from our own family, so it’s fair to say that Wang Jiefang’s Bagua Boxing was taught by this old man. Who raised you? You are a foodie who only knows how to fight and kill all day long!”
Wang Jiefang, who was originally full of murderous intent, got up from the bed. Faced with Wang Huchen's scolding, he obviously had no temper at all. He stood respectfully aside, listening to Wang Huchen's scolding, without even a single ounce of shit. In his eyes,
Obviously, except for the master of the Chen family, he only listens to Wang Hu. Of course, treating Chen Cao, whom he has seen since childhood, is another feeling!"
"Go away!" Wang Husheng saw that Wang Jiefang was being honest. He crossed his arms and cursed. He rolled his eyes and counted on his fingers: "Today is the 18th day of the lunar calendar. Whatever day it is, I always go there on time."
The company’s Chen Ergou didn’t go to work today, what’s the trick!”
Wang Jiefang, who already seemed to be far away, heard this day, and a small voice came from the corner of the living room: "Today is the 18th day of the lunar calendar, Chen Cao's eighteenth birthday!"
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? Bang!" Wang Huchen picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it over. He suddenly seemed to understand something and slapped his thigh: "Oops, how could I forget this!"
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Chen Fusheng specially wore a black suit today. It was very heavy. In the past, he would only wear black during the Qingming Festival. In fact, he didn't like black. He didn't like this style very much.
So I wear it just because today is Qingming Festival.
Now, he is sitting in front of the large boss's desk and picks up a photo frame in his hand. The woman on it is quiet and elegant, looking heroic yet gentle. She has a pair of beautiful eyes that make people feel like they have endless things to say.
The story is average.
"Qingzhi, after more than ten years, you gave up your freedom just for a promise. Is it worth it for you!?"
Chen Fusheng said to the man who was sitting in front of the floor-length bed in the room, playing with a machete.
The man Chen Fusheng calls "Qingzhi" has a fair face and no beard. He is wearing a white high-collared shirt and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The sun shines on him. He looks sunny and natural, just like a man of the people.
The teacher, no matter what, would not be associated with the domineering machete he was playing with.
In fact, more than ten years ago, he was a people's teacher, a teacher who stood on the altar of teaching and educating people. However, just more than ten years ago, if others mentioned Chen Qingzhi, the number two on the killer list, their hearts would be broken.
One place.
After hearing Chen Fusheng's words, Chen Qingzhi slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, but without moving his body, he slowly said a very simple sentence: "It's very important!"
"Just because I saved your sister's life, you should have paid it back after more than ten years!" Chen Fusheng continued to ask.
Chen Qingzhi's answer was still simple: "My life is yours, and it will be for the rest of my life. You are a little sentimental today!" After saying that, he closed his eyes again and continued to enjoy the sunshine.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a slight but powerful sound outside the door.
"Master, the young master is here!"
It was Uncle Tang's voice.
"Oh!" Chen Fusheng's eyes flashed, he calmed down, and called softly: "Well, come in!"
Uncle Tang walked in first, glanced at Chen Qingzhi who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, nodded, then walked to Chen Fusheng's desk, stood in front of him naturally, and said: "The young master is already at the door, please come."
Let him in?"
Well, let him in,
"Oh!" Chen Fusheng's eyes flashed, he calmed down, and called softly: "Well, come in!"
Uncle Tang walked in first, glanced at Chen Qingzhi who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, and nodded. Chen Qingzhi seemed to know what Uncle Tang meant, and he freed up his hand to grab the handle of the knife and waved it.
Uncle Tang walked to Chen Fusheng's desk, stood in front of him naturally, and said, "The young master is already at the door. Do you want him to come in?"
"Well, let him come in!" Chen Fusheng gently placed the photo frame on the table. It was the most conspicuous place because the bonsai on the table contained various types of foxtail grass.
, the photo frame is on top.
Chen Cao heard Chen Fusheng's cry outside the door, and walked in slowly. With his hands hanging down and his eyelids drooping, he walked to Chen Fusheng's desk. With just one glance, he saw the photo in the most prominent position.
, that woman, he couldn't be more familiar with, it was his mother whom he had never met before, and the mother whose birthday was the anniversary of his death.
Chen Fusheng took out a cigarette case from the drawer. It was a very cheap BS, the kind that cost four yuan a pack. He took out one and put it in his mouth. Uncle Tang respectfully handed over the lighter, but did not give it to him.
He lights a cigarette.
Chen Fusheng took the lighter and lit it, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said lightly: "Uncle Tang, please have a cup of tea first, and I will have a good talk with him!"
"Yes, sir!" Uncle Tang looked deeply at Chen Cao, walked to the sofa, and sat down.
Chen Cao looked even more trembling. The calmer the old man in front of him was, the more serious the consequences would be. This is what Gorsky wrote, the calm before the storm.
"Damn it, if that's the case, let the storm come more violently!" Chen Cao thought angrily.
As soon as he figured it out, Chen Cao felt relieved. Anyway, I am dead, what can you do to me? After thinking about it, he simply sat down.
However, as soon as he sat down and started, he realized that it was over. This had never happened before. He was making his own decision in front of the old man. Now he began to regret his impulsiveness.
The strange thing is that Chen Fusheng didn't get angry or tell him to stand up. Instead, he pressed the phone on the table and said slowly: "Hu Sheng, come up here!"
"I wonder!" Chen Cao muttered in his heart. Uncle Tang is the chief steward of the family, Uncle Wang is a big shot in the world, and Uncle Chen is the bodyguard responsible for his father's safety. It can be said that these people are all
Except for the uncle who is the commander of the army, all the core figures of the Chen family are here now. Are you going to sing a song today?"
Thinking of this, Chen Cao became increasingly restless.