As Ding Qing raised his hand, Lin Wei noticed that he had brought a good watch.
"How's it going? We became the boss's good cousin, what's the name of Qin?" Ding Qing's aura disappeared instantly.
Lin Wei smiled: "Are you going to give it to Brother Zicheng?"
"Next piece, give him the next piece." Ding Qing's expression changed, he pulled down his sleeve and covered his precious wrist: "This is my trophy."
Lin Wei raised the corners of his mouth and said nothing.
Ding Qing rolled his eyes: "I said I gave him a Rolex. I'll give it to him when I get a Rolex."
The two were sitting on chairs chatting, but Zhang Zhenyong, who was tied up, couldn't stand it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ding Qing, what on earth are you going to do?"
"I almost forgot." Ding Qing slapped his forehead: "President Zhang, could you please do business with me?"
".What?" Zhang Zhenyong frowned.
"The land brothers really want those shops under your command."
Ding Qing grinned: "Do you need me to find a lawyer?"
Zhang Zhen was trembling with courage: "You are fucking dreaming!"
"Hey Yi Gu."
Ding Qing shook his head, just waved his hand, asked his subordinates to get the banknotes, looked at the two people in front of him, and then wrote quickly.
Lin Wei watched him finish writing like a dog scratching his head, and then he half-guessed and half-understood what he was writing.
IOU.
"Isn't two billion a bit too much?" Ding Qing suddenly stopped while writing the numbers and turned to look at Lin Wei.
Lin Wei nodded: "They probably only have a net worth of one billion."
When converted to two billion, it is almost more than 11 million yuan. This was in 2002.
"Then one billion." Ding Qing followed suit. After finishing writing, he pretended to blow on the paper and wrote another one exactly the same. Then he picked it up and walked to Zhang Zhenyong.
Zhang Zhenyong's face was fierce, but a little pale - the bullet hole in his left arm had never been bandaged: "I can leave after I sign?"
"How could that be possible?" Ding Qing laughed: "It's so that your family won't feel so wronged when they pay for it, please."
Zhang Zhenyong’s expression changed again and again: “Don’t fucking touch my family!”
"It depends on whether you can cooperate, please." Ding Qing handed the pen to Zhang Zhenyong with a smile.
Zhang Zhenyong struggled and struggled for a long time, and finally lowered his head: "I sign, I sign everything, house, car, shop, whatever you want, just leave a little money for my family, please."
Ding Qing's expression was very indifferent.
"Ding Qing, please let me go and I will abdicate peacefully. You will be given the seat. You don't have to pay anything, okay?"
Jackie Chan suddenly spoke up.
Only then did Ding Qing laugh again.
"I have already sacrificed to become the boss, and now it is time for me to reap the rewards."
The warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.
Li Zicheng walked slowly from the door, walked to Ding Qing, nodded to Lin Wei first, and then whispered something in his ear.
After a while, Ding Qing let out an uncontrollable low laugh.
"Are the buckets ready?"
"Yes, brother."
"OK."
Ding Qing rolled up his sleeves and looked at Jackie Chan, who was getting increasingly flustered, with a ferocious smile: "Boss Cheng, you are also part of my harvest!"
He raised the iron rod and walked towards Jackie Chan step by step.
"No no!"
Lin Wei shook his head and glanced at Li Zicheng - his face looked slightly tired, but there was still some relief that only Lin Wei could understand.
"Let's go out and have a smoke."
Li Zicheng suggested.
Lin Wei nodded and went out with him, leaving the screams behind.
The two stood at the door of the warehouse, and Lin Wei saw that the body in the van had disappeared - instead, several metal barrels were being pushed into the warehouse, and several people were mixing cement.
If nothing else happens, there will be many metal oil barrels filled with cement in Incheon Port tonight and they will sink to the bottom of the sea forever.
Lin Wei and Li Zicheng each held a cigarette and stood in front of the warehouse puffing away smoke.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that Lin Wei suddenly spoke.
"Brother Zicheng, what are you waiting for?"
Li Zicheng, who had always been a little anxious and thought he was looking into the distance from a hidden position, froze, then smiled and relaxed and said: "Who are you waiting for?"
I didn't say you were waiting for someone.
Lin Wei smiled and blew out a puff of smoke: "I think you want to end it and leave now. Do you have a date tonight?"
"No, where did I get the date?" Li Zicheng shook his head, but Lin Wei could notice that his hand was clenched nervously for a moment, and then relaxed.
"Then let's go drinking together tonight? Can I introduce you to my girlfriend?" Lin Wei suggested naturally.
"So soon? Did you hook up yesterday?" Li Zicheng smiled naturally.
Lin Wei hummed, with a somewhat emotional expression on his face: "I don't know how long it will last."
"Hey, you kid, don't be so fussy!" Li Zicheng said complainingly.
Lin Wei smiled: "It would be irresponsible for people like us to find a long-term and stable partner, right?"
".Wrong truth." Li Zicheng did not agree.
Lin Wei curled his lips: "It's a good idea not to go. I'm busy with business in the evening, so you and Brother Ding Qing can go watch a movie together."
Li Zicheng laughed and punched him on the shoulder without answering.
The two of them looked at the darkening night.
On the road in the distance.
There is always darkness.
Li Zicheng's eyes went from expectant to dazed, and in the end he was just anxious. He shook his legs, looked around for a long time, and finally said a little glumly: "I'm going to make a phone call."
Lin Wei is very considerate.
"I'll lend you that car." Lin Wei pointed to Zhang Zhenyong's future car.
Li Zicheng did not refuse, got in directly, drove a little further, and closed all the windows and doors.
Lin Wei just took out another cigarette.
Section Chief Jiang won't come.
But after thinking about it, he still took out his mobile phone and sent a message.
"In Warehouse No. 11 of Incheon Port, Ding Qing is killing people and trying to destroy the bodies and eliminate traces. The evidence is conclusive and both the people and the stolen goods have been seized. Come quickly and do not reply!"
Lin Wei still deleted the text message immediately.
He knew that the current Section Chief Jiang would definitely not care about replying to the letter, so he told him not to reply to avoid causing trouble for him later.
As for why I knew he couldn't reply.
Just look at Li Zicheng who is still in the car and has not come out.
Lin Wei raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke towards the starry sky.
"Comfortable."
There was a sudden sound from behind.
The warehouse door was slowly pushed open, and Ding Qing, whose face was stained with blood, stretched and walked out.
"Congratulations, brother." Lin Wei smiled and turned to look at him.
"Same joy, same joy, where is Zicheng?" Ding Qing looked around.
"There is a phone in my car."
Lin Wei didn't say whether it was him who made the call or who he answered, and Ding Qing obviously didn't care about this either. He just laughed and hugged his shoulders: "You and Zicheng have done a great job tonight. Wait until tomorrow, keep it for us."
You are too happy to sleep."
"Then I'm looking forward to it." Lin Wei agreed with a smile, while Ding Qing hugged him and skipped towards Li Zicheng.
When they reached the car, Ding Qing shouted loudly: "Zicheng! Zicheng!"
Li Zicheng had finished the call long ago, but he never came out. After hearing the sound and rolling down the window, Lin Wei saw his somewhat forced smile.
"What's wrong?" Ding Qing frowned.
Li Zicheng just covered his waist. Ding Qing saw the blood on his waist: "Xiba, what are you thinking if you don't go to the hospital when you are injured! Come on, Lin Wei, send him there!"
Lin Wei nodded immediately and opened the driver's door: "Brother Zicheng, sit in the back."
"It's okay, I just bleed a little too much and feel dizzy, but the bleeding is gone now, really." Li Zicheng also specially showed it to Ding Qing.
Ding Qing nervously took off his clothes and took a look, and found that it was indeed not serious. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and patted him hard on the shoulder: "You scared me to death, Xiba!"
"It's okay, brother." Li Zicheng's smile became natural. He looked at Ding Qing and whispered: "I'm just a little tired."
"Then go to bed early! Starting tomorrow, we will only have good days!" Ding Qing smiled cheerfully, patted the roof of the car, and turned to look at Lin Wei: "Is this Zhang Zhenyong's car?"
"Yeah." Lin Wei nodded.
"Give it to you! I keep my word!" After Ding Qing finished speaking, he said with a smile: "If you want a new car, just make your own money to get it - believe me, it won't take long."
Lin Wei smiled and said, "Just let me rent a house first."
"Xi Ba, you brat." Ding Qing slapped him on the back speechlessly: "Get out of here with Zi Cheng, and go to the Golden Princess KTV tomorrow morning, no, tomorrow night."
"Yes, brother." Lin Wei agreed.
Ding Qing warned Li Zicheng a few more words, then turned around and got into a car and left.
Lin Wei did not see Jackie Chan, but he saw Zhang Zhenyong being pushed out and stuffed into the back seat of the car.
Fortunately it's not the trunk.
But will you go in in the end?
Who knows.
"Brother, let me drive. I see you are so tired that you are dizzy." Lin Wei said tactfully.
Li Zicheng didn't insist, but got out of the car and got into the back seat.
Lin Wei got into the driver's seat, started the car, and walked out. He saw Da Tou who was still standing beside the van: "Da Tou, clean up and go take Cui Yonghao and our people back."
"Yes, brother, walk slowly!" Da Tou agreed loudly.
Lin Wei gradually increased his speed.
Li Zicheng was sitting in the back seat, just looking out the window blankly.
But Lin Wei said nothing.
This is Li Zicheng's second attempt to return to the police force.
In the first three-year period, he followed Ding Qing, starting from a small gangster who personally killed people, and worked his way up to become the mainstay of the Beidamen Sect.
Section Chief Jiang did not close the net.
And this year is his fifth year undercover - Ding Qing has eliminated Jackie Chan and is about to become the leader of the Beidamen Sect.
Section Chief Jiang still did not close the net.
Three years later, Li Zicheng almost collapsed and wanted to go back.
Lin Wei pulled down the window, and the slightly cold night breeze blew across his cheeks, humming a tune happily.
The difference between him and Li Zicheng is that he never had any expectations for Section Chief Jiang.
The world is never black and white.
Lin Wei looked into the distance. The car's headlights cut through the boundless darkness in the dark night.
Therefore, what he wants to be is a delicate gray.
The two men, both undercover, drove through the dark night in silence.