Bai Wei was not willing to listen. Tears fell from her eyes as she cried: "No! I told them not to leave. I can't just watch them get hurt outside."
"Listen, Bai Miantang may be a wanted political prisoner now. Maybe he is also a murderer. The current situation in the sect is in chaos and we can't figure out the situation. We must deal with this matter immediately and leave here immediately to gain future opportunities."
I covered Bai Wei's head and cried silently. How could I not know that his mother-in-law's words were very reasonable.
I hugged Bai Wei: "Bai Wei, don't cry. Jintang won't be alone. I will take good care of her. Don't worry."
What Mian Tang heard in his sleep was just a few words, and he really wanted to leave immediately, but he was completely exhausted and could not move, so he fell asleep again.
The most violent period of this year's typhoon has passed, leaving only the slanting wind and drizzle. Wherever the car lights shine, the traces of the struggle in the storm have disappeared, and it suddenly feels like a dream.
Early next morning.
The light morning mist fades, the noisy city sounds, the sun rises again, the river still flows eastward, only the broken branches and leaves scattered in the soil tell the story of yesterday, all the tragic memories of wind and rain are left to suffering
On the vast land of Shanghai, a few dilapidated huts were destroyed by last night's heavy rain, and there were tens of thousands of beggar corpses on the city roads. Small things like this are just an inadvertent scratch on the numb nerves of this city.
, this includes the pursuit of Na Jintang and me yesterday.
Na Miantang woke up in the early morning. The first thing he saw was Bai Wei, who was sleeping soundly next to him. She seemed very tired and was snoring softly in junior high school. He could only raise his hand and saw that his legs were also wrapped with
There was gauze. There were syringes and scattered potions on the bedside. He picked them up and looked at the English labels. He recognized penicillin and glucose and knew that he was receiving good treatment. He found a white shirt on the bedside.
, he is very tall, and although the clothes are very short, he can still put them on - he puts them on lightly, opens the door and goes downstairs.
Wearing a dressing gown and a glass of red wine, Bai Zhengchang sat alone in the living room.
He seemed to have just come back from outside. There were dark circles under his eyes and his skin looked dull. He was far from his usual spirit. In fact, he had not slept well all night. How could he sleep peacefully? Although he was considered a leader in the business and political circles.
He is a personal character, but he also has the ability to turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain - in the current matter, he is a little incompetent.
He looked at Mian Tang and quickly stood up, and said seriously: "Did you assassinate Wang Yaxi?"
"No, my father was... assassinated."
"Don't you really know? The whole of Shanghai is now in a state of shock. Brother Wang ordered someone to assassinate him last night. There are rumors in the world that it was your Mian Tang."
Bai Yachang handed him a piece of news, which read, as mentioned above: Wang Yachang was assassinated last night and was seriously injured and hospitalized. Big news!
Bang! The crystal cup fell on the coffee table and rolled down to the ground. It also cracked and a bright red leaf quickly soaked into the carpet.
"There are rumors in the world that your Jintang assassination was carried out. And the news came from your sect. When I was at the train station last night, I heard someone saying that all the sect members would spread the word overnight, who would kill?
Anyone can be a big brother after joining Na Jintang. Now the whole of Shanghai is in shock. Your sect has identified you as a killer. The entire society is looking for you in the group to settle accounts. Wang Song is still in the hospital. You can’t wash yourself off by jumping into the Yellow River.
Cleared."
Na Jintang was struck by five thunders, and he stood stunned for a while before loudly asking: "Which hospital is my foster father in?"
"You must not be on the road or with the police now. Even if you can explain the past, the sect will never let you off lightly."
"Tell me where he is!" Na Jintang couldn't hear anything and asked sternly.
Bai Zhengchang patted Na Miantang's nervous shoulder and said, "I have guessed a long time ago that you would not be able to do these things. Your father and son have a deep love. Brother Wang did not support you in vain. You and your son will definitely reconcile as before."
Yes, the last name is not important, the important thing is friendship. This old guy, Brother Wang, will not go like this."
Bai Wei shook her and him desperately: "Then Jintang, please wake up, haven't you figured it out yet? You are now known to everyone, and someone wants to take the opportunity to kill you. We believe that Mr. Wang will also
It wasn't you who was injured, but so many people are angry and the old man is unconscious. No one believes you. Let's go quickly. Didn't you already have a plan? Let's go together."
Comatose, unconscious. What happened to my father? Na Miantang was already frightened by these four words.
"Brother Wang was shot twice last night and is still being rescued," Bai Zhengchang said with difficulty.
Na Jintang was covered in sweat and his hair stood on end. His father was shot twice! Although his heart was not good, his body and adaptability were still top-notch. He must have been shot by someone he knew well and had great trust in.
He would have lost his basic defense ability. He felt like the sky was falling and the earth was falling. He held on to the wall to prevent himself from falling, but the stars stopped flying in front of him. He roared, opened his white stripes and ran out with his feet.
He had to run down the long corridor, jump down two flights of stairs, and go straight to the door. He had only one thought: he was going to the hospital to see his father.
I hugged Na Miantang tightly: "Don't go yet, let's go together."
Na Miantang suddenly felt that his footsteps were so heavy and that it was too much to face again. For the first time, he discovered that he was fragile. After leaving his adoptive father and the family, he suddenly lost the goal of life.
Bai Zhengchang said: "The top priority is that we must know what the real news is for? Who released such news? The only way is to go to Xiao Aqiao and ask her for the deepest inside information."
I didn't expect that there was such a person in Shanghai. I was a little dumbfounded and said in surprise: "Who is Xiao Aqiao? I'll go find her right away."
Na Miantang said: "The only woman among the Twelve Taibao in Shanghai is called the eldest sister - Xiao Aqiao. It would be great if the eldest sister is willing to help. She should be able to find out the insider of this incident soon. But the problem is this
He is known for his unruly and eccentric temperament. Those who are willing to help have no conditions; for those who are unwilling to help, it is useless to hold a knife to their necks. No one can go against his temperament. Therefore, I think it is useless to look for him.
, she won’t help me..."
"Who told you that you have ever betrayed others? Their feelings are deep-rooted..." At this time, Bai Zhengchang didn't want to make any jokes, perhaps to ease the tense atmosphere at the scene.
I gave Na Miantang a hateful look, and Na Miantang said in a flash: "No need to look for it, I will solve it myself."
I said anxiously: "Who is this? Where is she? I'll go find her right away. How can I know if I don't try? Even if she wants the young master, this is one of the ways."
Bai Zhengchang gave me a meaningful look, shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to go to the place where she is now..." I really wanted to get jealous, but I still said in a pleading tone: "Uncle
, I beg you, when has it been, you stop beating around the bush?"
Bai Zhengchang finally said honestly: "Yes, I haven't contacted you for a long time, but when it comes to being well-informed, a gambling house is not as good as a teahouse, but a teahouse is not as good as a brothel. Truth and lies are not as good as love words, and east wind and west wind are better than pillows."
Feng is in charge of all the yellow industries in Shanghai. He can be described as the veritable President of Flowers and Fruits. From Chang Yao Er to the wingman standing on the street, they are all controlled by this person. The waiters and madams in various teahouses are the best.
According to the source of the news network, both the underworld and the white people are looking for her, but the little lady treats everyone equally and gives face to those who want to give it. She doesn’t want to give face to people who even the king of heaven and I will not give it to anyone. "
I was stunned, worried that I didn’t have enough status, and asked: “Who is the right person to go?”
"you!"
"I?"
"Your appearance, first of all, is because of your relationship with Mian'er, which at least makes her want to kill you and silence you. But as long as things are handled well, maybe bad things can be treated as good things, and it is always necessary to stimulate her."
"..."
"Secondly, you will get used to and be good at kitchen knives, because before meeting little Aqiao, you will first meet her four top stars. These are also the legendary 'Four Beauties of the Flower Country' - each of them looks like a fairy and has an amazing body.
Even though they are all prostitutes in Kung Fu, there are still many old people who have fallen into their hands. You can still resist as much as you can and try to get a chance."
"..."
Na Miantang objected with one word: "No, it's very dangerous outside. You can't go to Mao Jiujiu's place. I will arrange the rest of the things. Please don't worry, Uncle Bai."
It wasn't until I came back at noon that I heard about the news, but my mouth was dry. It turned out that Song Da had become the leader of the sect and was in charge of the affairs in the hall.
Bai's mother jumped up and cursed: "How is it possible that he gave it away? He must have framed you, otherwise why would he kill so many brothers? Why did he become a suspect so quickly? Let's go and get it back."
Na Jintang sighed with emotion: "Forget it, if it was Song Da who had deliberately planned to leave so many traps for me to fall into, and even the crime of murdering the old man was put on my head, I would admit defeat, and I would have nothing to say as a loser.
He knows my weaknesses too well. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I gave this place to him. I don’t want brothers to kill each other and let others watch a bigger joke."
His eyes were bright, but his voice was bitter, and he stared at my face: "Mao Jiujiu, do you want to come with me? Or stay in Shanghai?"
I didn't like this kind of scrutiny. I bit my lip, took his hand, and said, "Together..." I spoke hastily, but I stuttered. At the end of the sentence, I spread my hands and simply
Don't tell me. Your life is at stake, but water vapor is still gathering in your eyes.
I usually act bravely, but now the moisture in my eyes makes my eyes hurt, but I don't dare to raise my hand to wipe it. Because as soon as I wipe it, there will be more and more moisture.
Bai Wei has great righteousness, sharing hardships and sharing blessings. Na Jin often repeated Bai Wei's words and thought about it carefully.
Bai Mu stood up, faced the air, and burst out the anger she had accumulated throughout the night: "Song Da, you bastard, you want Renshe, you want Fenglei Hall, why didn't you tell Xun Mian'er earlier? Mian'er will definitely do it.
Why? Why should we treat each other like this? You are good brothers."