The staff at the hotel entrance were shouting and making a mess.
The man in front of the car, Feng Kun, had dull eyes and blood spurting from his nose and mouth.
Silently, he fell beside the car.
The second boss also seemed to have been hit hard.
He howled loudly, echoing the sound of firecrackers filling the sky.
Immediately afterwards, there was another roar.
213 Reverse quickly and brake.
Then, there was another kick on the accelerator.
Then we saw 213, speeding past us.
The brown car windows made it impossible to see the driver inside.
But I clearly smelled the smell of cigarettes coming from inside the car.
Brother Zhu, you are indeed a long-time smoker.
At this time, his cigarette was still in his hand.
…
On New Year's Eve, thousands of households reunite.
But at this time, several of us were standing beside the car like lonely ghosts.
Su Mei suggested:
"If everyone is fine, let's have the New Year's Eve dinner at Tianxiang's restaurant later. If you don't mind, I will cook for you myself..."
"Yes, let's go to Tianxiang. I'm afraid our family won't be able to have dinner today..."
Zou Xiaoxian laughed at herself with a wry smile.
I looked at Mr. Hong and Lao Hei and said:
"We will go to Tianxiang, and you two will go home to spend the New Year with your family. We will contact you tomorrow..."
Mr. Hong nodded.
"Okay, I'll go back and see if my mother is still angry. If she's not, I'll kowtow to her and trick her into spending some money. Just wait for me, and as soon as I get the money, I'll go to you astronomically...
"
Lao Hei looked at me with a worried look on his face and asked in a naive voice:
"Xiao Liuye, I'd better follow you. What if they come to take revenge on you?"
Lao Hei is a simple and honest person, and he always likes to consider others when doing things.
I patted my shoulder and said comfortingly:
"Don't worry, it's okay!"
Only then did Lao Hei nod.
Everyone started to get on the bus, and I was just about to move.
Suddenly, the phone buzzed.
I took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
After pressing the answer button, I heard a gentle female voice coming from the other side:
"Don't talk, just listen to me. Now walk along the road and go straight about 500 meters to the intersection. There will be a black Jetta to pick you up. Remember, don't tell anyone..."
With that said, the person on the other end hung up the phone.
Although I have only heard this woman's voice a few times, I remember it very clearly.
It’s Aunt Qing!
According to what Mr. Zou said when I met him before.
If I live this year, he will tell me who asked him to send my father back to his hometown.
Now that Aunt Qing is calling me, it should be about this.
Thinking of this, I felt nervous and excited.
Maybe tonight, I will know all the truth about the matter.
I greeted Su Mei and others and asked them to go back to Tianxiang first.
I followed the route Aunt Qing told me and walked to the intersection.
On New Year's Eve, there were only a few people and cars on the road.
When we arrived at the intersection, we saw a black Jetta without a license plate parked aside.
According to Mr. Zou's status, he sent a car like this to pick me up.
I can think of two reasons.
First, he didn't think highly of me.
Second, he deliberately kept a low profile and didn't want others to find out.
Now, I prefer the latter.
When I opened the door and got in the car, I saw an old acquaintance, my fourth uncle, sitting in the driver's seat.
Fourth uncle nodded at me and drove off.
After a while, the Jetta stopped in front of a single-family villa.
I followed my fourth uncle into the villa and saw Aunt Qing standing at the door.
Seeing me coming in, she pointed in the direction upstairs:
"The old man is waiting for you in the study upstairs. Go quickly..."
Went upstairs and knocked on the door.
I heard Mr. Zou’s thick voice coming from inside:
"Come in..."
I opened the door and walked in, taking a casual look.
This is an ensuite study room.
On the bookshelves outside, there are various bookcases and bookcases.
Beside the desk, there is also a root-carved tea sea.
The inner room is a small bedroom for temporary rest.
"Sit down!"
Mr. Zou said softly.
Then, he put the teacup filled with the aroma of tea in front of me.
"This year is the most special Spring Festival that I have experienced in these years..."
Mr. Zou said calmly.
"Chu Liu, you are very brave. You dare to do this to my son in front of me. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you in public today?"
I smiled lightly, held the teacup, and smelled it gently.
I don't know much about tea, but this tea is indeed very fragrant.
After taking a sip, I replied:
"Old man, you don't lack the reasons to kill me, let alone the ability to kill me. But I think, a month ago, old man, you reminded me that the second boss was going to attack me on New Year's Eve. With your wisdom,
I will definitely think of it. The person who fell today is either the second boss or me. No matter which outcome it is, old man, you seem to be prepared to stay out of the matter and don't want to interfere..."
When I was talking, Mr. Zou kept staring at me.
When I finished speaking, Mr. Zou suddenly laughed and said with emotion:
"In the water of the Yangtze River, the waves behind push the waves ahead; in the floating world, new people replace old ones. It's been a long time since I saw a young man as knowledgeable as you..."
I felt a little embarrassed and took a sip of tea.
Maybe I was the first one to ruin the other's son's reputation.
But instead of counterattacking me, the other party praised me.
In fact, my most important confidence does not just come from my judgment.
But it came from the advice given to me by Mr. Wu in the hot pot restaurant.
It’s just that I’m even more curious, why does Boss Zou care so little about the life or death of his second son?
But these are not important to me.
What I am most concerned about now is who sent my father back.
Before I could ask, Mr. Zou asked me again:
"Chu Liu, although you are a Qianju, I want to ask you, do you know why some people are called gambling kings even though they are not crooks?"
Actually, I knew, but I still shook my head.
Because Mr. Liu once taught me that as a human being, you must know how to hide your clumsiness and guard your foolishness.
Especially when you ask others for advice, even if you understand the problem.
You should also pretend not to understand, so that the other person will be more willing to tell you more.
After all, the trouble with people is that they are good teachers.
Sure enough, Mr. Zou said slowly:
"The real gambling kings are those who have maximized the underground gambling industry. It is not only limited to the country, but even spread all over the world. Although they are not crooks, they have thousands of people under their command. Like Qilu Gambling King Li Jianlu, Guandong Gambling
Wang Qin Sihai, Bashu Gambling King Zheng Ruhuan, Yecheng Gambling King Fu Ming, Tianjin Gambling King He Songbai, Yunnan Gambling King Liu Yunxiu, etc..."
Mr. Zou said, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
But when I listened, my heart couldn't help but move.
I know that Mr. Zou is about to get to the point.
I specifically praised it:
"So, old man, you should be the Gambling King of Habei?"