The old house of the Lu family was devoured by fire, and the continuous spray of flames illuminated Lu Shaoqing's handsome face.
He has lived in this house since he was born, and has deep feelings, all of which are memories.
He didn't expect that Han Jiangxue would actually burn down the house in a rage.
Is the cook named Zhang worthy of her doing this?
The Wu Yangyang Lu family was filled with indignation and wanted to settle accounts with Han Jiangxue, but they were all stopped by Lu Shaoqing.
"Xiaoxue is my best friend." Lu Shaoqing said word by word. "Don't just burn down the Lu family's house. Even if you burn me down, the Lu family will never take revenge. Do you hear me?"
Young Master Lu has spoken.
Among the housekeepers, bodyguards, and servants, no one dared to talk back.
But the eyes she looked at Han Jiangxue were full of resentment.
Lu Shaoqing bent down very gentlemanly, picked up the large check that fell at his feet, crumpled it into a ball and said, "Xiaoxue, how can our friendship be measured in terms of money? I'm not as philistine as you think."
After that, he took out his cell phone and burned the check in front of Han Jiangxue.
Han Jiangxue glanced at the pretentious Lu Shaoqing coldly and said indifferently: "Okay, stop pretending to be generous. I really want to burn you with a fire. Even if you turn into ashes, you have to pay tribute to my eighteen generations of ancestors."
After saying that, he wrote another check and slapped Lu Shaoqing on the face: "I won't pay for it if you burn it again!"
After leaving the check, Han Jiangxue drove away with Yuan, looking very arrogant, arrogant and domineering.
On the way to Junsheng, Yuan condensed for a moment and said calmly: "Lu Shaoqing is very handsome and a gentleman. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is handsome and handsome. He is ten thousand times better than Zhang Ruoyu."
"He is also very talented, rich, and well-educated." Han Jiangxue glanced sideways at Yuan. "How about I be a matchmaker and help you match up?"
Yuan's eyes revealed murderous intent: "You say it again?"
Mr. Han was glared at by the murderous Yuan and immediately became scared.
"Just kidding." Mr. Han pursed his lips.
"Are you kidding me? Do you know me well?"
Yuan said coldly, very disrespectful.
Mr. Han curled his lips and ignored her.
I am the dignified CEO of Junsheng, why should I quarrel with a bodyguard sister? I am downgraded.
Picking up the phone and calling Dai Meng, he said calmly: "Have you consulted with the lawyers and relevant departments?"
"Okay, you can take action at any time."
On the other side of the phone, Dai Meng said respectfully: "President, where should we start?"
"Can't you tell that my tone is very violent, very angry, and full of murderous intent?" Mr. Han said through gritted teeth. "Three hundred of them surrounded my husband. If I say one word, he will be charged with death!"
"At the very least, Na will have to be convicted of attempted murder!" Mr. Han said firmly.
"Yes, President!"
Dai Meng took the order and left.
But she was a little frightened. According to the information she had, the man had broken a leg and would have to use a cane for the rest of his life.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like Brother Zhang or Mr. Han attempted murder.
Why are you still suing the poor man?
Can you really do whatever you want if you have money?
…
The man was sent to a private hospital overnight for treatment. The bullet was removed, the wound was treated, and he was interviewed by the police.
As for the similar gunshot wound on his knee, Na replied that it was pierced by a slingshot. The hospital also gave an explanation: it was pierced by a powerful slingshot. Without the arm strength of 300 kilograms, it could not be pulled open at all.
That giant slingshot.
The private hospital was crowded with his disciples and grandsons, and they were afraid of being retaliated against again.
Lu Shaoqing came to visit the master at noon, with disappointment written all over his face. Before leaving, he left a large sum of money, like a breakup fee.
"Well, don't think too much, just have a good rest." Lu Shaoqing left.
The old man was left alone.
It seems that I have been abandoned from beginning to end, very despairing.
Na Ye knew that if this operation failed, the big shots in Binhai would no longer trust him as before.
Although his leg can be saved, the meniscus is shattered and the bones are shattered and burst. Even if it is cured, he will still have difficulty walking.
Lying on the hospital bed, Na looked back on his glorious life and felt heartbroken, unwilling and angry.
"Want to take revenge?"
A low, yet extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door.
The man suddenly sat up and looked towards the door.
On that withered face, a long-lost happiness appeared: "Na Er, why are you back?"
"My eldest brother has been bullied. How can I not come back as my younger brother?"
When Na Er walked into the house, he looked somewhat similar to Na Ye.
But it looks darker, colder, and more bloodthirsty.
If that man is just an old gangster, then his younger brother Na Er is a serious bloodthirsty maniac.
He, his own younger brother, formed an iron-blooded mercenary army in Central Europe, hungry for food and thirsty for blood, and made a lot of national war wealth.
"How can I keep my shoes from getting wet when I walk by the river all the time?" The man was thinking openly and said with squinted eyes. "I have always bullied others in the past. If I was bullied once or twice, I would take it as a good deed."
Na Er glanced at Na Ye's wound, frowned and said, "Gunshot wound?"
"Aren't you allowed to shoot in Binhai?"
The man sighed and explained: "I am old after all. If I were a few years younger, this shot would not be able to hit me."
Na Er sat by the bed and lit a cigarette.
It wasn't until he finished smoking the cigarette that the other man repeated what he had just said word for word: "Brother, do you want revenge?"
As long as the eldest brother opens his mouth, his people will march into Binhai tonight to avenge the eldest brother.
"I don't want to." The man shook his head firmly.
The second man frowned, squinted his eyes and said, "Brother, you are too timid."
"Binhai has its own rules. Don't mess around." Na Ye gritted his teeth and said. "And, after thinking about it this night, I came to a conclusion."
"What conclusion?" Na Er asked.
"In the situation last night, I had no way out." The man took the cigarette handed to him by his younger brother, took a puff, and said calmly, "He would either break one of my legs, or beat me to death."
"Otherwise, I won't give up."
Na Er stared at the eldest brother's sinister face and said in disbelief: "What do you mean, not only can I not take revenge, but I also have to convey your gratitude to him?"
"Thank you for not killing him?"
Those two sneered, their brows filled with mockery.
My eldest brother's life in Binhai is so nourishing and comfortable.
Even my courage is gone!
People live their whole lives just to be happy.
Is life and death that important?
The man noticed his brother's contempt and didn't care. He just frowned and said, "I can see that that guy is a devil, but he seems to have some conscience. Otherwise, I might have died last night."
After that, the man took out the photo of Zhang Ruoyu saved in his mobile phone and handed it to his brother: "If you really want to help me, check him out for me. On the surface, he is a cook who has just retired from Beimang, but I always feel that
, he also has another layer of identity.”
Na Er took the phone with disdain on his face, and was about to speak rudely to the timid elder brother, but when he saw the photos on the phone, he suddenly trembled all over, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a phone, but a fiery red
The soldering iron was thrown to the ground with a clatter.
