Chen Beifeng. A rather tragic name. He grew up with a lot of bitterness and hatred. It seemed that the whole world owed him five yuan. He pursed his lips, his face was paralyzed, and he was a little cold.
The facial paralysis is not that the facial features are blurred, but that there is no expression. Even a person like Chu He, who can withstand loneliness, is quite unable to sit still. Is this guy pretending to be competitive?
He is young. He is similar to Chu He. His face is quite delicate, even a bit feminine. His hair is quite long and tied into a small ponytail at the back of his head. He looks quite a bit like an artist. He was sent to Chu He for designation.
At the place where Chen Beifeng calmly said two words: "We're here."
"Thank you." Chu He smiled and handed him a cigarette.
"No." Chen Beifeng shook his head.
Chu He shrugged, threw the cigarette into his mouth, and said, "Goodbye."
It was a very simple conversation, and just when Chuhe was about to open the car door and leave, Chen Beifeng spoke again.
"I've heard about you."
"Oh?" Chu He smiled. "Am I famous?"
"You're not famous." Chen Beifeng shook his head. "But Mr. Hou admires you very much."
Chu He took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, tell me directly. I don't like to beat around the bush."
"Young Master Hou is a good man." Chen Beifeng said dullly.
"I know." Chu He nodded.
"But he shouldn't be a good person." Chen Beifeng said.
"You're right." Chu He pressed his ears and smiled. "The responsibility is too great, and it can easily crush people to death."
"Can you persuade him?" Chen Beifeng said.
"Is my advice useful?" Chu He asked back. He shook his head helplessly. "He said it, he did it for fame."
"Sooner or later, he will be involved." Chen Beifeng stared. "Baicheng is not peaceful."
This sentence is suggestive. Chu He was stunned and said with a smile: "If I have a chance, I will help you to persuade you. But it will probably be useless."
"Thank you." Chen Beifeng said.
"Why?" Chu He smiled. "He treats you very well?"
"He gave me food to eat and buried my sister." Chen Beifeng said. "He is my benefactor."
"Your sister?"
"I starved to death." Chen Beifeng said slowly. "I was twelve years old that year."
"Master Luoyang is indeed a good man." Chu He sighed.
"He is."
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When Hou Luoyang arrived, the situation was out of control.
Two million-dollar sports cars crashed into the railings and were basically destroyed. Three young men covered in blood covered their heads and confronted several men in suits opposite. There were three people on each side, which was a fair situation. But Hou Luoyang saw it at a glance
There were people in the car with Beijing license plates, at least two.
He could see that these angry young people could naturally see it. But this was already within the confines of Baicheng. They were beaten to the ground in front of their own house, and they were not convinced. They called someone to call someone. If they didn't express their anger,
Don’t hang out in Baicheng anymore.
Hou Luoyang arrived. As if they had found a backbone, those young men rushed over and started chattering. The general idea was that the guys who came to the capital to take pictures were too arrogant. They were running rampant in Baicheng.
How could the wealthy young men endure such a tone? They immediately became angry. After that, they failed to race, and even hit their heads with blood.
Hou Luoyang waved his hand gently, walked slowly towards the group of men in suits, frowned and said: "Call your heads out."
"On your part?" A man in a suit raised his eyebrows, his words full of disdain.
"Yes. It's up to me." Hou Luoyang smiled.
"Who are you?" The man in the suit said with contempt. "Are you worthy of talking to my young master?"
"I am nothing." Hou Luoyang said with a smile. "My surname is Hou and my first name is Luoyang."
"Hou Luoyang?" The man in the suit's expression changed and asked again. "Master Luoyang, Hou Luoyang?"
Hou Luoyang smiled and did not answer any more words.
"Young Master Luoyang is indeed one of the best among men." The car door suddenly opened. A handsome young man wearing a pure white suit got out of the car, clapped his hands gently and said with a smile, "It's true that seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times."
Hou Luoyang smiled lightly and said, "I don't know what to call you?"
"Fu Qing." The young man in white straightened his suit.
"Third Young Master Fu?" Hou Luoyang looked stern.
"Young Master Luoyang has been promoted." Fu Qing came slowly, with a spring-like smile on his face. "Who in China knows your name?"
Hou Luoyang coughed dryly and said with a smile: "Everyone is just giving me face."
"It's an honor for me, Fu Qing, to dispatch Mr. Luoyang when I come to Baicheng this time." Fu Qing smiled a little weirdly.
"You should say hello in advance when Mr. Fu comes over. There will be no unnecessary misunderstandings." Hou Luoyang smiled slightly awkwardly.
"Misunderstanding?"
He glanced at the three young masters who had subtle expressions upon hearing his name, shook his head and said, "It's not a misunderstanding, right?"
Misunderstand?
This word has too many uses. But in Fu Qing's case, this word is blocked.
The three people looked at Hou Luoyang as if asking for help. At this time, only Hou Luoyang could save them.
They have heard of the name of Third Young Master Fu. It is very resounding. He is also known as the top young master in Yanjing. How can they, the second-tier young men of Baicheng, offend him?
Hou Luoyang stepped forward and said with a smile: "Third Master Fu, please forgive me if they have offended you. I will take you to the city first. All the expenses here will be borne by me. I will pay you later."
Two tables. Consider it an apology."
"I can't afford to eat?" Fu Qing said with a faint smile. "Need you to help pay for it?"
"That's not what I meant." Hou Luoyang was a little troubled. It's not good for these guys to offend anyone, not such a top young man. But there is no way, they are all in the same circle, and they usually have a good relationship. If they don't help, it will be passed on.
It doesn't sound good to go out.
"Young Master Hou, I respect you as a person. But there are some things that you should not force yourself to do, right? It's not good for anyone." Fu Qing smiled. "What's more, are those little guys worth your while?"
"Friends do not distinguish between classes." Hou Luoyang shook his head slightly and frowned. "People are born with poor people and rich people. But you should not be superior to others or inferior to others."
"What a unique insight." Fu Qing smiled. "But to me, they should have begged for mercy at their feet."
Hou Luoyang was quite unhappy and asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Fu, you can't go through with this matter today?"
"I can't make it." Fu Qing shook his head firmly.
"Then you draw a line. I will continue." Hou Luoyang said in a deep voice.
He has a good temper, is righteous, and is kind. But this does not mean that he is afraid of trouble. If he were afraid of trouble, he would not be the Hou Luoyang of today. He is the Luoyang son who even gave a thumbs up to the young masters from Yanjing and Huangpu when they met him.
Fu Qing stared at Hou Luoyang with a smile. He still didn't quite understand why there was such a man in the world. He didn't seek wealth or fame, but was interested in helping others. Is he a madman or a fool?
Or. What is his purpose?
"For Mr. Hou's sake, I won't be too difficult." Fu Qing waved, and the man in black suit behind him who had never spoken a word came over. "He has been with me for two years. He is the better fighter among my subordinates.
bodyguard. If you can find someone in Baicheng who can beat him, I will pretend that nothing happened."
Fu Qing's personal bodyguard. You can tell from his butt that he is a top expert. Hou Luoyang heard that his father, who served in the military, once selected four retired scouts for him. In the end, he packed them up and sent them back. It was obvious.
, Fu Qing looks down on the retired military's top scouts. This shows how high the combat effectiveness of a bodyguard who can personally protect Fu Qing is.
Hou Luoyang said helplessly: "Master Fu, do you really want to use this method to solve the problem?"
"This is the only step I can give you." Fu Qing said nonchalantly. "I came all the way to Baicheng, but I was robbed by a few unknown guys. Wouldn't it sound good to pass it back to Sijiu City? Of course. You
It's better to find a good candidate. If you lose, each person will have one hand."
When Hou Luoyang heard this, he felt quite unhappy. But it was impossible for Fu Qing to let go of the blame when things got so bad. He was about to use his cell phone to call someone when a very familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Master Hou, let me do it."
It's Chen Beifeng.
After sending Chu He off, he rushed over quickly. He was afraid that Hou Luoyang would be in trouble.
"You?" Hou Luoyang frowned slightly and shook his head firmly. "No. They are my friends. So are you. I can't let you take risks."
He knew that if he failed in a fight with Fu Qing's bodyguard, he might become disabled. Even if he failed, there would be a root cause of the disease.
"They are your friends." Chen Beifeng opened his mouth slightly and said, "They are also my friends."
Hou Luoyang sighed softly and said, "Then be careful. Don't show off."
"OK."
Chen Beifeng walked forward slowly, his eyes fell precisely on the face of the bodyguard in a black suit, and said, "Come on."
