"You didn't even come to the boss's funeral, so you have to explain something..."
"I can't help you with this kind of thing..."
On one side of the hall, four or five bosses gathered together and talked. On the surface, they were naturally criticizing Yang Zhenxing, but there was no anger at all in their tone. Obviously, when the situation was not clear, no one could
I didn’t want to formally break up with him. Zhenxing was smiling with a cigarette in his mouth. Compared to the people opposite who looked more or less worried, he who would be fifty next year looked a bit high-spirited.
He looked like he was spreading his hands.
"I can't help it. Of course I know the matter, and I want to come here as soon as possible, but everyone knows that my father died in Shanxi, and it took me so many days to go back and attend the funeral. I am also very concerned about loyalty or filial piety.
It’s hard to know…”
"No, I heard that your father died of lung cancer the year before last, and you even held a funeral..."
"He was rescued. Rumors, they are definitely rumors."
"Why didn't your uncle say hello to us after he passed away?"
"Didn't you hear that the boss passed away? Let me tell you at this time, you will definitely be in trouble again, so if you are in trouble, it's better for me to do it alone. I rushed back yesterday afternoon and immediately went to pay respects to the boss's grave.
pass……"
He was full of nonsense, and several people looked at each other, a little helpless. At this time, if we want to investigate his previous drug trafficking with Liu Shijie, everyone may not have the strength. After Liu Zheng died, the Shazhu Gang
People were distracted, and the shadow of the Xinning Gang was approaching again. Falling out with Yang Zhenxing would obviously only benefit other forces, and they chatted for a few words. Xiao Meng and another branch leader started from
Walking out of the inner room, when he saw Yang Zhenxing, his eyes were cold, but a faint smile appeared on his face: "You finally dare to come here, are you not afraid of being hacked to death?"
"What are you talking about!" Hearing Xiao Meng's unceremonious words, a young man behind Yang Zhenxing suddenly stood up. It seemed that he was also used to being a brave and ruthless person. Xiao Meng's face changed: "You are
What is it? Are you qualified to talk to me like this?" As he was about to take action, Yang Zhenxing quickly pushed the man back.
"What are you doing? You took the wrong medicine! How dare you do this in front of Brother Meng!" He scolded, then turned around with a smile, "Sorry, sorry, newbie, I don't understand any rules. It's my fault. My fault..."
"Your fault?" Xiao Meng smiled, "The boss is dead, and you haven't even shown your face these days, so what do you say? The boss's death has something to do with you, so what do you say?"
"Misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding." Yang Zhenxing said calmly, "Xiao Meng, these things can be explained clearly. Boss, things are already like this, what else do you want? Don't we all have a meeting later?
I will explain it clearly..."
Several gang members of the Shazhu Gang have their own responsibilities, and their natures are relatively different. Yang Zhenxing's territory has the most brothers, but most of them are engaged in the most profitable industries. Xiao Meng is young and energetic, and
His subordinates also have the sharpest tempers, and he often handles many things like killing and beheading people. Therefore, he can deal with those who are uncertain about his position at will. He still has a lot of feelings for Xiao Meng in his heart.
The reason for the intense preparations these days is to prevent those who were truly loyal to Liu Zheng from getting angry.
"Hmph, can you explain it clearly?" Xiao Meng pointed at him twice and said word by word, "I'll see what you say later!"
Yang Zhenxing nodded, and then he seemed to remember something: "By the way, why hasn't the eldest lady arrived yet? It's almost eight o'clock."
"It should be arriving soon."
"Not necessarily." Yang Zhenxing shook his head, "The traffic in Jianghai has been bad recently. Is there anything going on? Who can call to ask?"
"How is it possible..." The boss suddenly stopped talking. Xiao Meng also frowned beside him. He looked at Yang Zhenxing's expression. Then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and watched his reaction.
Yang Zhenxing laughed, but before the call was dialed, a young man ran over: "The lady is here."
This time, it was Yang Zhenxing's turn to change his face slightly, and silently made a gesture behind him. One of his subordinates walked to the side and dialed the phone. After a moment, the ringtone rang in the crowd.
Shasha was coming in from the door at this time. Several relatives who were familiar with her were talking next to her. Jiaming was walking aside with two packages of instant noodles. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it for a while before turning on the call button.
:"Hello!"
"Who is it? Talk! Tell me who you are! Hello -" He shouted loudly, and almost everyone in the hall could hear it. However, the other party did not seem to answer, but hung up his phone directly.
, holding the mobile phone and looking at it for a long time, the young man murmured: "Wrong number?" He dialed with his fingers and put it to his ear again, the ringtone of the mobile phone rang from the subordinate behind Yang Zhenxing, Jiaming's
Looking through the crowd, he looked here with a smile. The eyes of Xiao Meng and others were focused here at the same time.
Jiaming looked over here, and Yang Zhenxing's subordinate also looked over indifferently. The ringtone kept ringing on him. In this somewhat strange atmosphere, Jiaming held up the phone and slowly walked over with Shasha.
.
From the moment he entered the door, he saw Yang Zhenxing here. Shasha's eyes became trembling almost at the first moment. Perhaps it was because Jiaming held her hand that the resentful girl did not explode immediately.
Walking to stand in front of the person, Jia Ming still kept the phone next to his ear: "Hey..."
I don’t know if there was an answer from the other side, but Jiaming’s eyes were always locked on the person whose cell phone was always ringing in front of him. After a moment, he increased his voice: “Hello!”
"Did you call me?" He shouted to the person in front of him.
"say something!"
"is not it!"
"You are mute!" "Why do you have a mobile phone with you if you are mute? You have a brain disease!"
After shouting to the person in front of him sentence by sentence, Jia Ming shrugged and hung up the phone: "Why don't you just tell me? If you don't tell me about the phone I picked up, how will I know if it belongs to your friend..." After he finished speaking,
, casually threw the phone into the goldfish bowl next to him, glanced at Yang Zhenxing, pinched his forehead helplessly, and then walked to Xiao Meng aside. During this period, Shasha's eyes were always fixed on Yang Zhenxing.
face.
"Brother Meng, please help me. I have some ID cards here." He took out a stack of plastic things from his arms, "I picked them up in a public toilet today. In order to return them to them, please help me check their family size.
What Yu Xingcheng, Fei Jie, huh..."
Xiao Meng glanced at Yang Zhenxing and took the thing: "Why is it so clever?"
"It's such a coincidence. What can I do? I can pick up my ID card and a mobile phone when I go to a public toilet. You have seen it. It's not like someone came here to give it to me, right?
Come on, please ask someone to bring you some bowls and chopsticks and get some boiling water. Shasha and I haven’t had breakfast yet, and it will take a while for the lawyer to arrive..."
Under Yang Zhenxing's somewhat deep gaze, Jiaming pulled Shasha and sat down on the sofa next to him. At this time, the situation was a bit strange. Others did not dare to come over and make noise. Shasha sat there without moving.
Ming unpacked the noodles as if no one else was watching and started soaking the noodles in hot water. A few minutes later, he handed a bowl to Shasha, and then ate the noodles with big mouthfuls under the watchful eyes of dozens of people.
With the dozen or so younger brothers, Yang Zhenxing sat down on the sofa opposite, with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, Jiaming, and niece Shasha."
"Well, it's been a long time, but Uncle Yang, you're still so energetic." Jia Ming greeted with a smile. The person next to him, Sha Sha, was eating noodles with a cold expression.
"Haha, I heard that Jiaming has become more powerful. A few nights ago, you beat up Xiao Xue from the Xinning Gang? Is this possible? Oh, I wasn't here at the time, otherwise I would have had to see it.
."
"There is a chance." Jia Ming smiled, "It was because I couldn't bear it that day. You know, that Xue Cheng is so annoying. A grown man always looks like he's verbose. Anyone who sees him wants to take action.
Him. Of course, if Uncle Yang came earlier, you should be able to see it earlier. I am actually a pacifist and have always been very repulsive to fighting..."
"I've known for a long time that Jiaming you are practicing martial arts, but I still didn't expect you to be so good at fighting when it comes to taking action." Yang Zhenxing looked quite emotional, "But it's best not to fight. Everyone who comes out to hang out now knows that.
, fighting bravely is out of date. You can solve some problems, but it often only brings more problems. What's more, fighting can never be defeated by a large number of people. With Xiao Meng and the others watching, you can beat Xue Cheng,
but……"
He smiled and spread his hands: "It's just a metaphor, how can you still hit me?"
This is a pure test and a provocation. He is two or three meters away from Jiaming at the moment, and behind him are more than a dozen murderous men on both sides. Of course he dares to make such a joke. Opposite him, Jiaming's eyes widened.
He opened his eyes and suddenly sucked the noodles into his mouth. While chewing hard, he stretched out his hand to wipe the noodle soup from the corner of his mouth, and his smile became particularly bright.
After putting down the bowl, he reached directly to the ashtray on the coffee table.
Yang Zhenxing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the bodies of the dozen or so people behind him tensed up instantly.
The next moment, there was an "ah" sound in the room, and someone's body hit the ground. Then, there was an extremely chaotic sound. Jiaming's somewhat innocent tone echoed in the chaotic crowd: "It's none of my business.