The cause of the fire in the health products store was that the owner used high-power electrical appliances, which caused excessive line load and caused combustion. Originally, the electric switch fuse could play a certain protective role, but after Cui Zhenghao replaced it with copper wire, it lost its insurance effect, and all the goods in the store were burned.
, the landlord’s house facing the street was also burned down, causing heavy losses. Zhang Yan couldn’t even afford to pay for it.
Xiao Cui felt extremely guilty. He had nothing to gain and only had a life that he was not afraid of. He was a stateless gangster anyway. He followed Liu Handong in a big business, compensated Zhang Yan for his losses and then left for a foreign country. The two of them had nothing to do with each other.
, although he and Zhang Yan had sex, they were just a romantic couple, and they still missed their former wives.
Liu Handong asked Xiao Cui to avoid it, and he took Kan Wanlin over to help Zhang Yan handle the matter. The landlord's family came and pointed at Zhang Yan's nose and cursed. The proprietress of the shop opposite was eating melon seeds and watching the joke. The neighbors also gathered around to watch.
It was so exciting that Zhang Yan's hair was set on fire because of fighting the fire, her face was black, and her clothes were burned. She was in a panic. She apologized hurriedly, saying that I would pay for it, and I would definitely pay for it.
The landlord refused to give up and asked for 800,000 yuan. Zhang Yan was so anxious that she burst into tears. It was just a shabby house facing the street. It was only a dozen square meters. A lion wouldn't like it if he opened his mouth. But she was just a weak woman.
, still operates this kind of business that is looked down upon by others. People on the street are often pointed out behind their backs, saying that Zhang Yan used to be in the flesh business. If Xiao Cui hadn't been there, she would have been harassed even more.
Seeing a weak woman being bullied, no one in the street could help her. Kan Wanlin was originally a very arrogant leader of the black car gang, and with Liu Handong in charge, he was so domineering that he shouted angrily, and his momentum was like a rainbow.
The energy of the landlord and his family was immediately dampened.
Then Liu Handong appeared at the right time, scolded Kan Wanlin first, and then smoothed things over by saying that Zhang Yan's parents were logistics workers in our school, and their life was difficult. The fire was not intentional. The compensation must be compensated, but it must be reasonable and appropriate.
The landlord said, Principal Liu, we believe you, but Zhang Yan is a foreigner. What should we do if she runs away?
"I'll carry it if it runs away," Liu Handong said.
Liu Handong's identity was unknown to everyone on Tiezha Street. His reputation was greater than that of the police station chief. Now that he had spoken, the landlord did not dare to say anything more and led the people there in disbelief. Zhang Yan cried and went into the rubble to pick up the pieces.
When ordering something, the goods were all flammable paper boxes and plastic products, and they were completely burned and nothing was left.
The store was burned, the goods were burned, and even the bed, bedding, and soft clothes were burned. Zhang Yan lost all the hundreds of thousands she earned from working in Dongguan. After all, she was also someone who had experienced ups and downs. She wiped away her tears and thanked Liu Handong.
Brother Wan Lin turned around and left.
"Where are you going? How about I drive you?" Kan Wanlin asked.
"Go to school, no need to send him off." Zhang Yan said. In fact, she was looking for Cui Zhenghao, but after searching around, she couldn't find anyone, and she didn't answer her cell phone calls.
Cui Zhenghao left with Liu Handong. He got into Liu Handong's car and drove directly to the European Garden underground parking lot. The owner hadn't moved in yet. The place was empty, not even a ghost.
"Is the gun still there?" Liu Handong asked.
Cui Zhenghao owns a North Korean Type 68 pistol. According to him, he snatched it from a border guard when crossing the border, but it was empty of bullets and was empty.
"Yes." Cui Zhenghao took out the gun. When the fire broke out, the first thing he rescued was the money box and the broken gun.
Liu Handong threw a heavy kraft paper box over: "Take it, follow me to meet a few people tomorrow."
Cui Zhenghao opened the carton and found thirty-five rounds of 7.62mm pistol ammunition inside. He was overjoyed and felt empowered, and asked, "Are we going to kill them all?"
"No need to kill." Liu Handong said, "Just be my bodyguard and I will pay you."
Cui Zhenghao was greatly disappointed. It only cost a few dollars to be a bodyguard, but it was not as fast as killing people.
Liu Handong guessed what he was thinking and persuaded him: "Take your time, the mouse drags the shovel, with the big head behind."
Xiao Cui's Chinese level is not good enough to understand the idiom: "What did you say?"
"I said, if you hang out with me, you will start to make a fortune."
Cui Zhenghao understood the word "get rich" and nodded with a smile: "Okay!"
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Early the next morning, Liu Handong's mobile phone placed by his bedside rang. He sat up with excitement and took out one of the four mobile phones. It was the one using Huolei's number. It was a text message: Ten o'clock in the morning, Yuejiang Tower.
See, the person who sent the letter is Ma Xiaohu.
Liu Handong replied with an OK, immediately got up and got dressed, called Captain Geng and asked him to set up controls near Yuejiang Tower. He arranged his appearance in front of the mirror, put the pistol on his belt, covered it with a suit jacket, and looked in from the outside.
There's nothing unusual about it, except that my waist feels a little stiff when I sit down.
He slept in the bedroom of the Qingfeng Real Estate office suite today. Because he had a task, he was so excited that he didn't sleep well all night. When he opened the door and came out, he saw Cui Zhenghao lying on the carpet doing push-ups. The only ones supporting the ground were his index and middle fingers.
He is fast and powerful, and although his shirtless upper body is lean, it is full of power.
"Xiao Cui, were you really a physical education teacher before?" Liu Handong asked suspiciously.
Cui Zhenghao got up and said yes with a straight face.
Liu Handong called Tan Shuai and Shen Huawei. These two boys probably had too much fun last night. The phone was on, but no one answered.
As the eldest brother of Omi's underworld, it would be too shameful to bring a younger brother to the scene. However, this matter is secretive and it is not good to bring too many people. Liu Handong thought about it and decided to bring Kan Wanlin as the driver. Anyway, he is only responsible for driving and has no contact with other people.
, not afraid of leaking secrets.
Kan Wanlin was Liu Handong's full-time driver. He rushed over immediately after receiving the call. He drove the boss and the "bodyguard" to Yuejiang Tower in a Mercedes-Benz S600 and then found a place to park.
It was already the end of April, and the weather was getting a bit hot. Cui Zhenghao had a jacket that he had taken off on his right arm, and he followed Liu Handong naturally. In fact, the jacket concealed a loaded pistol.
The two of them went to the teahouse, sat down in the private seats, and ordered tea and drinks. When no one came at ten thirty, Liu Handong left the downstairs alone. There were no colleagues from the anti-narcotics brigade, and only normal customers came and went.
The phone rang, and it was a text message from Ma Xiaohu: Come to the window.
Liu Handong walked to the window and looked around. There was a lot of traffic outside, and there were no cars parked temporarily on the roadside. Passersby were also in a hurry, and it was impossible to tell who was the spy of the drug dealer.
The other party sent another message: "Why can't I see you?"
Liu Handong replied: "I'm right here, at the window on the second floor facing the street, next to the neon sign of the tea restaurant."
The other party replied: "It's not Yuejianglou Tea Restaurant, it's Yuejianglou."
Liu Handong couldn't laugh or cry, knowing that he had made an mistake. Yuejiang Tower is a historical and cultural relic building from the period when Chen Zikun was in power. The admission fee is 50 yuan. Locals basically don't go there. Only some local tourists from other places spend the unjust money to admire the river.
The scenery, Yuejianglou, which is a custom among Omi people, is actually the famous Yuejianglou tea restaurant, and meeting in such a public place is in line with the routine of drug dealers. It is safer than Yuejianglou, where there are few tourists, because it is crowded and unsightly.
The two buildings were very close to each other, just tens of meters away. Liu Handong hurried downstairs and bought two tickets for a hundred yuan to enter the attraction. There were only a few tourists. Two men walked over from a distance. The man in front extended his hand enthusiastically.
He took action and said, "Is it Mr. Liu?"
"Mr. Ma?" Liu Handong also stretched out his hand and looked at the two western drug dealers with a smile.
Ma Xiaohu is about thirty years old. He is wearing a striped long-sleeved T-shirt and a navy blue suit. The suit is wrinkled, with a cotton sweater exposed from the cuffs. The waistband of his trousers is from Montagut. There is a bunch of keys hanging on the side and a huge metal BMW nameplate.
Decoration, holding a Goldlion genuine leather handbag in hand, it’s so heavy that I don’t know what it is packed with.
The other follower was dressed similarly, also of medium build, wearing a gray long-sleeved T-shirt and a suit jacket draped over his arms to cover what he was holding. His appearance was similar to that of Cui Zhenghao.
Ma Xiaohu first shook hands with Liu Handong warmly, and then introduced his companion to him: "Let me introduce to you, this is Ma Hongzheng, my assistant."
Ma Hongzheng changed the suit jacket from his right hand to his left hand and came to shake hands with Liu Handong. It turned out that he did not have a gun in his hand.
Liu Handong smiled and said: "Why are you so excited to play here?"
Ma Xiaohu said: "I have been to Omi several times, but I have never been to this scenic spot. Please take a picture for us." He handed the phone to Liu Handong.
Liu Handong had no choice but to take photos for them. He was about to take a few steps back to take a panoramic view of Yuejiang Tower, when Ma Xiaohu walked up to a stainless steel sign and said, "Take this photo."
The stainless steel sign reads: Yuejiang Tower, a historical monument, was built in 1931 and is a national 4A-level scenic spot.
The two western drug dealers happily took a photo with the stainless steel brand. They were still interested and asked Liu Handong to take several more photos for them.
"It's noon, let's have something to eat together." Liu Handong looked at his watch and extended the invitation.
Ma Xiaohu said: "Okay, let's find a halal restaurant."
Liu Handong called Kan Wanlin to drive over to pick them up. A short time later, the Mercedes-Benz arrived. Cui Zhenghao sat in the passenger seat, and Liu Handong sat in the back seat with the two guests. It was a bit crowded, but the distance didn't matter.
There is a halal restaurant on Binjiang Road. They arrived early and there were no other customers in the store. Liu Handong asked for a private room and sent Kan Wanlin to go back first. The three of them sat down. Cui Zhenghao stood at the door. Ma Xiaohu couldn't stand it and asked him to sit down.
Zhenghao ignored him.
"Mr. Liu, let me sit down and let him watch while we eat. It's not good." Ma Xiaohu said.
Liu Handong nodded: "Xiao Cui, please sit down too."
Cui Zhenghao then pulled up a chair and sat down.
The waiter put down the teapot and left. Liu Handong poured tea for the guests himself. Ma Xiaohu stood up hurriedly: "I will do it myself."
"I'll do it, I'll do it." The two of them fought to pour the tea and almost knocked over the teapot. In the end, Liu Handong won and poured a cup of tea for Ma Xiaohu with the teapot.
Ma Xiaohu shrugged his nose and suddenly said: "Mr. Liu, the smell of gunpowder smoke is very strong on your body. What do you do?"
Ma Hongzheng immediately reached into his bag, but before he could take out the gun, Cui Zhenghao moved much faster than him. The black muzzle of the gun was already exposed, and the Type 68 pistol was cocked with murderous intent.