The weather in Shanghai in March is changeable, and there are heavy rains at Longhua Airport.
In the afternoon of that day, in the VIP lounge of the airport, a text message came from the lobby: Heavy rain in Shanghai, all planes will be grounded. The boss called and informed that the plane was diverted to Nanjing due to heavy rain.
The boss's trump card cannot be used for the time being. The boss will fly back to Shanghai when the weather is good. You said that Miantang has to continue to wait in prison for the best time to be released.
The lawyer and I returned home in frustration, and Miantang must have been helpless as well, but after a phone call from the boss, Namiantang was treated very well inside and only needed an official document to come out.
I dare not tell Mr. Wang this news, because Mr. Wang has gradually begun to wake up and improve two days ago, and now his brain is still in a relatively slow state.
We have currently sealed off all information about the Jintang from Mr. Wang. Before he can move around, we must not let him get distracted and have more worries.
According to Na Miantang's order, Mr. Wang's house was renovated and his bedroom became a well-equipped ward, enough to handle any emergency. The special care nurses responsible for arrangements are on duty 24 hours a day, and the doctors are all full-time foreign doctors.
John, Dr. John received a generous salary - a monthly salary of twenty dollars, and his service time was required until Mr. Wang fully recovered.
Doctor John strictly prohibited us from discussing anything about the sect in front of Mr. Wang, but since Mr. Wang woke up, everyone must strictly abide by this prohibition.
I walked into Mr. Wang's room. This bedroom was very large, with high ceilings and luxurious furniture. There was a large bed with four pillars, and a gilded eagle squatted on the top of each bedpost. In one corner of the room
There was a map of China and a headless dummy model. The dummy was wearing a military uniform. I couldn't tell which army it belonged to. At this time, he was leaning against a pile of big pillows and was concentrating with his eyes closed.
Na Miantang once told me that his adoptive father was a stalwart man when he was young, but after this disaster, he had shrunk to nothing but skin and bones, and had disappeared almost invisible on this big bed. "Hello, old man,
"I said.
I walked to Mr. Wang's bedside and looked at his thin body. Is this the once all-powerful Mr. Wang? In fact, I already knew that he had woken up intermittently. He and I had a tacit understanding. I had to report something to him alone.
Regarding the situation of the sect, I actually don’t know why he has the confidence to trust me?
In my eyes he is just a strange old man.
At present, the old man is still unable to speak, but he hopes to listen to the situation and exercise his veto power.
I softly described everything that had happened in the past few days in his ear. When I said that Jintang sternly rejected the idea of opening the Caogang, he nodded in agreement. When he heard
The lawyer was collecting all the information, but when things did not go as smoothly as he imagined, he sighed slowly. But what worried him the most was that when he learned that Na Jintang called his boss, his eyes
Suddenly feeling cool, he kept shaking his head, expressing his strong opposition to this matter.
"Then Jin Chang asked me to come back to greet you. Don't be too nervous. He will definitely come out. He said that this matter can be solved very easily, so you don't have to worry too much. You can relax for a few weeks." I said this.
I cried while saying these words, because I was deceiving myself and others when I said these words, because now we have reached the most difficult part. Of course, all this cannot escape the perspective of Mr. Wang who has a profound insight into life.
"Tell...what's the worst thing about me right now?" He had the slightest rebuke, glaring at me with both eyes, aiming at my weakness. I thought to myself: This old man is still so cruel even when he is sick.
Under the silent gaze of Mr. Wang, I finally compromised: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I failed you. I failed to protect the Jintang. We are going to lose everything... Najinchang will be sentenced to death, and we are currently a little
There is no other way. The boss’s whereabouts have not yet been determined and it will take another two days for him to arrive.”
Mr. Wang blinked. For half a second, his will collapsed and the depletion of physical strength was clearly written on his face, but he immediately returned to his original state. Now that he had accepted the result, he remained silent for a few seconds.
seconds.
Then Mr. Wang whispered weakly beside me: "Calling... all the hall masters... to my... room, I... want to hold a formal... meeting."
"Mr. Wang, I'll go notify you right away."
Mr. Wang ignored Dr. John's objections and insisted on holding the first temporary meeting in the ward.
Hearing the rumble of several cars approaching the prince's mansion, I looked up and looked at the clock. At 11:33 in the morning, all four ministers had arrived. Then I went upstairs to wake up Mr. Wang.
Ah Liu, Ah Qi, Lei Lei, Shao Xiaoxinxing and I gathered together in the ward. It was the first time for the four of them to see Mr. Wang dressed up in front of them for the first time since his assassination.
At this time, they saw that the old man was much heavier than when he was injured. His movements were strangely stiff, the hair on his head looked very sparse, and his clothes were a little loose on his body. He was much older and had lost a few laps. It seemed that they were relying on their strength.
With willpower, he can get rid of physical weakness. His face was firm, with all the strength and tenacity of the past. He sat upright in the armchair. There was a strong aura in his body, with an imperial majesty. He turned
The head said to me: "Give me a little wine, and then pour some wine for everyone."
I was stunned for a moment. He thought I was a maid who was giving orders. Is there anyone who would be able to make orders to the wife of a young man like that? I felt that this old man did it on purpose.
But I still served him like a relative, pouring him some wine. This was a local wine. Of course, this wine had to be approved by Dr. John.
The four of them were moved to tears when they saw the old man's condition. They knelt on one knee on the ground. From their pious attitude, it could be seen that they were loyal to Mr. Wang. Finally, they had a backbone, and their lost souls were re-injected.
They gained new hope. Without the little boss and Mr. Wang by their side, they carried out a meaningless mopping up of Sanxin Company, because without this kind of killing, it was meaningless, although these four hall leaders were all excellent tactics.
The master has achieved brilliant results, but he does not have the strategic talent of the little boss and Mr. Wang, which has cost them a lot of money and has very little income. Some things are becoming more and more obvious. The most important thing is that the sect is increasingly outnumbered.
"Old man, I've avenged you!" Ah Liu and Ah Qi could only describe it as weeping bitterly, and their actions still maintained the original plot of worship.
In their eyes, only the injured Mr. Wang goes into battle and takes action personally in order to clean up the current disastrous defeat. Even if it is just to maintain a stalemate, there is no doubt that they will sincerely surrender to all Mr. Wang's instructions and decisions.
It's just the doctor's opinion that doesn't matter anymore, everything else doesn't matter. Mr. Wang must get all the sources of information and then take over the baton.
I tried my best to be mentally prepared and not to let myself feel guilty or excessively self-blame, which would only increase Mr. Wang's burden, and excessive grief would only aggravate Mr. Wang's sadness.
The old man waved his hand, and I knew he was calling me. I leaned down and listened to his whisper: "Don't...get too involved...in other things. Listen to my...any instructions."
I know that Mr. Wang asked me to report the news to them, put forward his analysis, explain what should be done to reverse the situation, and then remained silent. How to respond to me next, I will respond to him like this. But I can't just reveal my inner feelings.
sad.
I officially conveyed the old man's words to everyone, and everyone fell silent, knowing the seriousness of this matter.
After I possessed myself and listened to the old man's words, I said to them: "The old man gave a clear order that no one of you should intervene, no one is allowed to launch revenge actions, no one is allowed to trace the whereabouts of the murderer, and no one is allowed to interfere anymore!
If Mr. Wang doesn't nod, he means that no one in the sect is allowed to take any war action against Sanxin Company. Manage the various disciples in your hands and restrain their behavior. If anyone dares to violate the rules, he will be expelled from the sect. I will protect you in a low-key manner now.
All business activities, if you can stop all business activities, stop all social activities until your little boss comes out of prison safely."
"Uncle Ah Liu, Uncle Ah Qi, you are currently arranging your men to protect the safety of the whole family, and improve all the security measures in this prince's mansion so that no one can fly in even if they have wings!"
They both nodded solemnly after receiving the order.
"Uncle Lei Lei, you are responsible for comforting all the brothers. When you have nothing to do, you will spend time with your family and take care of the elderly and children. Not only will your monthly salary be paid as usual, but you will also receive an extra one yuan to prevent them from doing anything rash."
Thunder clenched his fists to receive it.
"Uncle Shao Xiaoxing, you are responsible for making preparations for the peace talks with Sanxin Company. The time and place are chosen by them."
All Mr. Wang did was to worry that once others found out that he had woken up, he would retaliate against them with crazy revenge and bloody battles, because when Mr. Wang was young, he was the all-powerful "iron-blooded lone man" in Shanghai - and he took revenge even before his sword was old.
It's not something that ordinary people can deal with.
None of us guessed the old man's true intention.
Ah Liu asked in surprise: "Old man, are we going to lay a trap for them? Do we want the enemy to relax their vigilance?"
Lei Lei also asked excitedly: "Are we going to use a massacre to avenge the little boss? As long as the old man gives the order, the brothers will go to the sword and go into the sea of fire. It is their duty to do so!"
"The old man said that things should be done in extraordinary times. Once again, any violation will result in expulsion from the sect!" Everyone was instantly scared.
After the meeting, everyone went to make their own arrangements.
When Huo Zhuoshan of Sanxin Company received the invitation from Mr. Wang, he still had doubts at first. Did Mr. Wang set a trap? Did he really intend to use the massacre to avenge the little boss? However, Mr. Wang soon proved his
Sincerely, he not only invited the mayor of Shanghai and the chief inspector in Songjiang to participate in the peace talks. Then he took the decisive final step to confirm his intention so that everyone could indeed attend the meeting and leave safely: he asked the boss to do
Guarantee that the assistant will arrive directly at the scene during the bureau.
Asking your boss to be a guarantee is tantamount to ensuring that the safety factor is 100%. This is equivalent to confessing all your wealth and life in front of everyone, and there is no way out.
Things are progressing very quickly, and such a meeting can be held on the third day.
Mr. Wang's body was still recovering. He ordered Dr. John to inject him with stimulants, which would ensure that his body would be in an excited state during the meeting. Dr. John shouted: "This is undoubtedly suicide, Mr. Wang."
, it will take at least half a month for one injection to restore energy. Are all you people in the world crazy? "But this kind of protest was ignored by Mr. Wang.
I thought that any one of the four hall masters would accompany Mr. Wang to the peace talks, but he pointed at me and said, "It's up to you."
"I, I am Mao Jiujiu, not from your sect. Are you sure I can deal with those big guys? I'm not going to fight. I'm going to be useful, right?" I hesitated for a while because of this weird old man.
Ever since I woke up, my eyes have been a bit unfriendly.
"I haven't lost my memory yet," the old man said. After the injection, he could cover up his weak body with a loud voice, "but you have obviously lost your memory. In this house, young people can only answer questions, and they must not
Open your mouth and speak."
I saw Ah Liu and the others bowing their heads in submission, their faces flushed. They must be looking at me being beaten up and hurt internally by Mr. Wang, and they wanted to laugh but dared not laugh.
I shut my mouth and said nothing. I am not a child, there is no need to talk to me like this, and no matter who takes care of you, you should express your gratitude. No wonder Na Miantang never mentioned this old man to me, it turned out to be me
The two of them didn't take the same shot. The contrast between before and after the coma was so huge, it was really baffling.
Today is nine o'clock in the morning on a Saturday.
Guided by a servant, I helped Mr. Wang walk in a long and wide corridor. The decoration style of this corridor is all elegant and classical style. When I look up, I see all the exquisite workmanship, carved beams and painted pillars, and paving at the foot.
It is a red and blue Persian carpet, and the white walls on both sides are covered with a distant ink landscape painting. There is a golden painted door at the head of the room. It looks like a door leading to a fairyland. However, I know that this big world is definitely not.
It is a leisurely landowner, but it may be hell...
The conference room is equipped with soft leather chairs. The conference room has a 100% private environment. Everything is ready for everyone to use. We have carefully selected the top ecological weapons for small units.
The meeting time is set between 9:30 and 10:00 in the morning. Since Mr. Wang is the initiator of the peace talks, he is considered the master, so he is the first to arrive. He has many advantages, and punctuality is one of them.
Invited guests gradually arrived one after another. They knew each other and had been dealing with each other for many years, sometimes because of socializing, sometimes because of pursuit of interests. They always treated each other honestly with standard Jianghu integrity.
A small bar and cafeteria were set up in the closet, and each participant was allowed to bring one assistant and ten stewards to attend. Most of them brought their own butlers, basically all of them men. I was one of the exceptions, because
I am not a member of the sect, I am just a friend of Mian Chang. Therefore, I have attracted everyone’s curious eyes, and I am an anomaly.