That night, Nongerjiao Restaurant, corner of the lobby.
Different from the bustling hall where dozens of people gathered to gamble, there were only three tables placed in the northwest corner, with only five guests sitting by the window taking food for dinner.
A middle-aged man with a shaved head said nonchalantly to the man sitting next to him who was just eating vegetables:
"Old A, it's been so many years, who still remembers you? Do you think you have to have your eyes wandering like a monkey even when you're eating?"
"Hey, it's so peaceful to eat in the private room upstairs, why bother going to this corner where it's noisy and musty."
Old A put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up the wine glass with both hands, stood up, and said in a deep voice:
"Brothers, I'm sorry. I've been running around for so many years and I'm used to it. Let me give you a toast first!"
Old A's face is pointed and thin, with protruding cheekbones, like a vulture with its mouth cut off. His eyes have more whites than the average person, and he has a somewhat evil look. He is less than 1.6 meters tall and is full of flesh. His exposed skin is covered with Buddhist scriptures.
Shaped tattoos, even the neck are special Buddhist patterns.
After taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Lao A sat down and stretched out his bright red tongue to lick his lips, feeling a little unfinished.
Then he said gloomily: "I was having a drink in the private room upstairs and I didn't even know that I was surrounded by the police. There are many people in the hall. If something happens, it's easy to support someone."
Upon hearing this, several people glanced at each other, and a chill of silence inadvertently ran up everyone's backs.
In his early years, Lao A was generous and made a lot of money quickly.
Everyone was having a good time.
He looks more like a kind, fat businessman. "Friendliness brings wealth" and "please pray to God and worship Buddha" are also the mantras he has always said.
Unexpectedly, after committing the crime and hiding out for several years, when he came back, he would be a completely different person.
The bald middle-aged man peeked at Old A's exposed tattoo of the glaring Buddha. Thinking of that rainy night with gunshots more than ten years ago, he couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He didn't dare to underestimate Old A, who was dressed in poor clothes. His title changed back to
of the past.
"Brother A, after you leave, the brothers will not be able to do anything else and can only go back to their old business. Thanks to you, I did make some money in the past few years."
They are all in this business. Lao A is a local from Yong'an. This time he sneaked back to Dongzhou and came directly to his door. Everyone knew what he was doing.
I'm here to settle a bill.
The bald middle-aged man who was the leader did not hide it, but directly opened up the matter and talked about it. After the meal was almost eaten, it was time to talk about business.
Old A took a bite of the fish and said while eating: "Yes, I know. You have good minds, and you also know how to bribe the old people in the village to block the road at the bottom of the mountain. Hey, the police can't do anything about this kind of old scoundrel.
"
The bald middle-aged man picked up the cigarettes on the table, took out one and handed it to Old A, and said modestly:
"Brother A, these are all three-legged cat skills that cannot be put on the stage. But we did rely on the food you rewarded us to be where we are today. We are very grateful to you. If you have anything to do in the future, we can help you.
Feel free to say hello.”
Old A raised his chopsticks and waved his hand without taking the cigarette. He burped with satisfaction, wiped his mouth and said simply:
"Let's not go around here and say all these polite words. I left in a hurry back then, and there was still more than one million in cash in the safe in the office. I should have divided it among you.
"After I left, you also made a lot of money using my name. Well, I don't want more, just two million. If you guys can pool this little money together, it won't affect the family. From now on, we will be together."
Cleared."
That was a golden sign for Lao A back then.
There is a special car to pick you up the mountain.
As long as you reach the top of the mountain, you are treated as a VIP. Not only food and accommodation are included in the wilderness, but you can also order food! In addition, there is unlimited mobile wifi for free use.
No matter at any time, whether you win or lose, as long as you want to go down the mountain, a car will be arranged to escort you down the mountain even in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I am worried that a customer will win money or die after losing money, so he will thoughtfully send it to his home.
We have had good reputation for several years and have never had any mistakes.
So after Lao A got into trouble and fled, several of his subordinates concealed the matter. They turned around and continued to do business in Yong'an under Lao A's name. Over the past few years, they also made a lot of money.
"Two million, that's a lot of sacks of money." An old man muttered, his voice not loud, but not quiet, just enough for the few people at the table to hear.
The bald middle-aged man first glared at where the old man was sitting, then quickly picked up the wine bottle on the table and filled a glass for Old A, saying with an apologetic expression:
"Brother A is still the same as before, fair. We stopped trading a long time ago. Now we are all living on the old bottom line, and there won't be much left in a few years. Brother A, can you see if you can do less?"
Old A snorted coldly: "Back then, if you did one business, not counting the high profit, you could get more than 100,000 yuan just for the turnover. You stole my golden sign and opened it for a few years, and I only wanted your profits from ten games. How much more?"
Yet?"
"When we restarted the game, we did a lot of things up and down."
"But we do have difficulties now."
"Yes, yes, Brother A, you don't know how strict the police have been in recent years."
"It's too difficult. Even if we want to open a billiards room, we can't open a billiards room. We come to the door every day to check the ID cards of guests if they have nothing to do! This scares everyone away!"
"Yes! It's really difficult!"
Old A raised his hand and slammed the table with a "snap", and the dishes, plates and wine bottles on the table shook with a "ding" sound.
The middle of the hall was busy, and the noise was quite loud, but there were still a few people standing on the edge looking towards Old A.
Lao A looked in vain, squinted his eyes and circled around to look at each other one by one. He took out an object wrapped in a black plastic bag from his trouser pocket and slapped it on the table. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Don't give me a toast and drink as a fine. I have committed many crimes outside in the past few years. Anyway, if you go in, you will definitely die! You have made enough money and you don't want to accompany me to this bad life, right?"
"Is this a lot of money?"
gun!
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their hearts suddenly sank. The shooting murder committed by Old A suddenly came to mind. Maybe the next moment, they will face the same danger again.
The aura of having someone's life in his hand is really not false at all.
The subordinates of the former Lao A, headed by a bald middle-aged man, were all crying about poverty, openly and covertly expressing that they had no money; but now, Lao A is telling these former subordinates to buy their own lives with money, otherwise everyone on the left and right will die.
Old A will definitely put his verbal threats into action.
"Not too much, not too much, Brother A is still authentic."
The bald middle-aged man hurriedly lowered his head to admit his mistake. As he turned his head behind his back, he couldn't help but glance towards the door of the restaurant from the corner of his eye, as if he was waiting for someone.