Song Jiacheng held a cigarette in his hand. Compared with Lin Kun's cold and mean look when he first met him, his kind and peaceful appearance now was no different from that of an ordinary old man.
Isn't it important for a person to return to his original nature when he lives his whole life? No matter how much money he has, how high his position is, and when faced with aging and death, everyone is equal.
When you are young, you can dominate the world, have great ambitions, and vow to do something great. But when you are thirty, you are not confused at forty, and you know your destiny at fifty. After you turn fifty, life gradually becomes less important, and personal wishes and wills
No matter how strong I am, I'm afraid I can't escape the words 'destined'.
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Uncle Song, your energy looks much better than before."
Song Jiacheng smoked a cigarette and said with a smile: "Yes, I have let go of the big stone in my heart. I have found peace of mind. I was still very distressed and hated you at first, but now I have figured it out."
"Oh?" Lin Kun smiled and knocked the ashes from his cigarette.
Song Jiacheng turned his head and said with a smile: "I am grateful to you for bringing Qingzong back. I hate you for taking away his beloved person. I hate you even more for sending him to prison so that our father and son can only be separated by bulletproof glass.
When visiting through the window, you have to use the visiting phone when talking."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Well, if you put it that way, you really should hate me."
Song Jiacheng smiled calmly and said kindly: "But I soon figured it out. People's desires are always endless. I shouldn't hate you, but be grateful to you."
"What can I say?"
"The reason is very simple." Song Jiacheng sighed and continued: "Qingzong has been missing for so many years. I have almost given up in my heart. I continue to search persistently. I am just anesthetizing myself. I have lived for such a long time.
At that time, my only wish for the rest of my life was to see my son before he died."
"But as a result, I don't have to wait until I die to see my son, and now I can see him often. We can also chat about daily life and past events..."
Song Jiacheng looked at Lin Kun and said with a kind face and gratitude: "Lin Kun, thank you very much."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Uncle Song, I'm really happy that you think so, and there's no need to thank me. You've helped me a lot. After all, I only did you one favor.
But you help me one after another, and I still make money."
Song Jiacheng smiled and said, "You kid, you are still so glib."
Lin Kun smiled and lowered his head and knocked the ashes from his cigarette. Song Jiacheng smiled and said, "Are you worried?"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Where is it?"
Song Jiacheng said: "Okay, you, Uncle Song, have lived a long time. If you can't see this, then most of your life will be in vain."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Uncle Song, how about you take a guess?"
Song Jiacheng said: "I don't know how to guess, but I can feel it. This time you are probably going to stir up waves in China and Hong Kong, and someone will definitely suffer."
Lin Kun smiled and took a puff of his cigarette. He neither admitted nor denied, but his eyes became deeper, and a series of meticulous plans began to swirl in his mind.
Song Jiacheng smiled and said: "Xiao Lin, you have heard of the saying, it is called golden scales, it is not a thing in the pond."
Lin Kun raised his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Song, why did you say this suddenly?"
Song Jiacheng looked at Lin Kun, a pair of old and groggy eyes flashed with light, like an old man who was always collecting medicine in the mountains and encountered a spiritual herb that was hard to find.
Song Jiacheng said with a smile: "Zhonggang City is definitely the best place in the Northeast, and it has also attracted the yearning of countless people. People's hearts are unpredictable. More and more people regard this place as a place to release their ambitions, eager to get what they want from here.
The benefits you want.”
"But for you, this place that others long for is just a pool, a shallow pool that cannot satisfy your ambitions at all. You are the dragon!"
Lin Kun looked at Song Jiacheng, the expression on his face was slightly startled, and then he smiled and shook his head and said: "Uncle Song, you think too highly of me. How can I be so favored by you?"
Song Jiacheng said with a smile: "You kid, don't be careless with me. I've been looking at people for most of my life and I've never made a mistake. I'm not saying these things to you to make you inflated, but I think you really want to
To be the godfather of this underground world, we might as well come up with a big one and turn the three northeastern parts of us into a piece of iron."
"In this way, it will not be so easy for outside forces to get involved again. Our ancestors advocated persuading people with virtue. The Confucian doctrine of the mean cannot be said to be unreasonable, but it does not apply to any kind of people.
All are easy to use, but when it's time to take action, you still have to rely on the house to solve the problem. The most perfect state of being a human being is to make others respect you and fear you."
Song Jiacheng put out the cigarette butt and stood up, "Okay, I've finished my words. You can think about it for yourself. What I am best at in my life is holding a scalpel, but when I was young, what I envied most was your passionate youth.
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"Uncle Song, let me see you off!" Lin Kun recovered from his slight daze and stood up.
"Don't bother. I will be admitted to the hospital tonight. There is no point in going home alone. You should go to bed early. I have asked relevant colleagues about the situation of your brothers. Except for a few who may
Disabled, everything else is fine."
"Thank you, Uncle Song!" Lin Kun said gratefully.
Song Jiacheng walked to the door and turned his back to Lin Kun and said: "I'll go see Qingzong when I have time. He told me that he wanted to meet you. He may not be convinced yet, ugh..."
squeak!
The door of the smoking room was closed again, and Lin Kun was left alone. He smiled and shook his head. He only smoked half of a cigarette, but lost interest in continuing to smoke. He stood up and walked out of the door.
Not far from the corridor, Jiang Kuisheng was standing with his back against the window sill. Lin Kun walked out and he looked over. The two looked at each other and smiled in unison.
In Dongcheng District, the main hall of Sanjinhui's headquarters, 'Haoxiang Club', is brightly lit. The boss, Luo Kuijun, is sitting firmly in the main seat, and the second brother, Xue Hanyong, is sitting in the second seat. Next to him, a personal doctor from the gang is treating his shoulder.
The wound on his body was from a gunshot.
"Humph, you bastard, you actually shot so damn hard, you almost killed me!" Xue Hanyong cursed in pain, suddenly hissed a gust of cold wind, and slapped the private doctor next to him.
, "You can't be gentler!"
This doctor, who is about forty years old, received a slap on the head and had to bow his head to apologize and admit his mistake: "Second Master, I'm sorry, I accidentally hurt you, I'm really sorry..."
Luo Chunyue, the third boss, sat on the chair and said with a smile: "Second brother, please don't vent your anger on others, tell us quickly, what is going on tonight? Why did a note suddenly appear?
They also arrested so many of our brothers."
Xue Hanyong said angrily: "How the hell did I know? Didn't you plan the whole plan? Why didn't you consider that a note would suddenly come over!"
Luo Chunyue narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cunning look on his face, and said: "Second brother, don't be angry with me first. We are all brothers of the same family. You, the master, don't care about the faults of others."
Xue Hanyong snorted and stopped talking. Luo Chunyue didn't think there was anything wrong with it. His second brother had such a temper. He would forget everything tomorrow after a nap.
Luo Chunyue looked at his eldest brother Luo Kuijun and said with a smile: "Brother, now we are waiting for Mr. Zhou to come. I don't know if his subordinate A Dong has brought back anything useful."
Luo Kuijun nodded, but almost at the same time, a reporting voice came from outside: "Three leaders, Mr. Zhou asked to see him, saying that he has something important to discuss!"
Luo Kuijun looked at Luo Chunyue, and Luo Chunyue said with a smile: "Brother, just let him in. His person died at the hands of the black widow. He must regain his face."
Luo Kuijun had always been taciturn, but now he became interested and said, "Tell me something."
Luo Chunyue said with a smile: "The dead Adong was Master Zhou's bargaining chip. Now that this bargaining chip is useless, in order to show his sincerity, he will definitely show us other chips, such as the person who killed Mr. Jin tonight...