Ever since the violent death of Nie Wenfu, Zhang Dahu has disappeared without a trace, even abandoning the banquet car. Over the years, he has done many unscrupulous things with the Great Development, and has made a lot of money, but he spends it quickly.
Apart from a house and a car, I only have some frivolous wealth such as gold watches and emeralds...
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Mr. Hu is very experienced in the world of martial arts. After the incident, he immediately got involved with his family members and fled in disguise with Sister Mei. He did not take the railway or fly. Instead, he chose a private long-distance bus from the suburbs that departed from the wholesale market of small department stores.
Arrive at Nantai County, and then transfer to the provincial capital to hide.
I have been on the run for three months, during which I didn't even dare to make a phone call to my home. Mr. Hu is a veteran who has been in the palace for three years. He knows that the police now use high technology to arrest people. The previous mobile phones must not be used anymore, and bank cards cannot be used anymore.
It couldn't be used, so I had been making a living by selling the gold and jade items I had. At the beginning, I had a lot of money. I exchanged hundreds of thousands of dollars for gold chains, rings, and watches. I got a fake ID card and bought it.
He bought a magnificent second-hand old Buick and stayed in four-star hotels. Mr. Hu knew very well that the more upscale the hotel, the less likely the police would come to investigate. Instead, it was the small hotels and Internet cafes that the police paid most attention to.
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After a while of being anonymous like this, I could have sustained myself for at least three to five years with this money, but Mr. Hu was used to spending a lot of money, and he also liked to gamble. After a while, all the money on his hands was like water, and he had no money.
I was panicking about money. Outside was not as good as at home, and it was difficult to make a name for myself in an unfamiliar place. Fortunately, Mr. Hu was prepared for a rainy day and had a mobile treasury with him.
The mobile treasury refers to Sister Mei, a lady in her thirties who still retains her charm. She started a business without a capital. Although she won't make a fortune, she can earn thousands of dollars a month without any problem.
Mr. Hu threatened Sister Mei, saying that she was an accomplice. If she went back now, she would die. The police were arresting her, and the underworld was also looking for her. Now we are like grasshoppers on a rope. No one can live without the other. Sister Mei is gone.
The solution is to hang out with Mr. Hu and work as a prostitute to support the two of them. Mr. Hu drives his old Buick to the Internet cafe every day to contact prostitutes on QQ. Sister Mei is responsible for picking up the customers. When she meets the right opportunity, she will do a fairy dance or something.
Mr. Tiger has a ferocious appearance, but he has always succeeded.
Sister Cheng Yemei, Sister Bai Yemei, who knows that she still has a daughter who is in school in Jiangbei City? She left in such a hurry at that time that she didn’t even have time to go to school to see her daughter. It’s been so long, and I don’t know how her daughter is doing.
For this reason, Sister Mei repeatedly proposed to secretly return to Jiangbei City to find out the news and see her daughter.
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Mr. Hu became furious and beat Sister Mei so violently that she never dared to mention it again. However, the mother's longing for her child could not be stopped by the beating. That evening, Mr. Hu was gambling outside.
After losing money and drinking too much beer, I went back to the rental house and beat Sister Mei again. When I beat Sister Mei with a belt, the steel belt head scratched her face. Sister Mei squatted in the corner with disheveled hair and cried.
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Mr. Hu muttered: "Damn, there's blood." He threw away his belt, went to bed and stretched out his body. Sister Mei went to the toilet to wash her face, and found that there was a big gaping hole in her face. If her face was broken, she would not be able to receive guests. She would not receive guests.
She would have no income, and if she had no income, she would be beaten by Mr. Hu. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the longing for her daughter emerged again, so she made a decision and ran away!
I randomly found a band-aid to treat the wound, and then I went out without even taking my clothes, carrying my handbag. When I was leaving, I looked back and saw Mr. Hu snoring on the bed with his big oily belly. Mei
The elder sister cursed secretly and left.
I took a taxi straight to the long-distance bus station. I hurriedly and slowly caught up with the last long-distance bus bound for Jiangbei City. After four and a half hours of trekking, I finally arrived at the station. It was already eleven o'clock in the night. Mei
My sister took a taxi to go to her massage parlor. Halfway there, she suddenly realized that the rent for the massage parlor had long expired. How could her daughter have the money to continue paying? She must have been kicked out by the landlord. Sure enough, the taxi passed by the massage parlor.
When I arrived at the door, it was dark inside. There was a big lock on the door, and an advertisement "This house is for rent" was posted on the door.
Sister Mei felt nervous, where did her daughter go? Xiaoya is only thirteen years old. She is still a child. She has learned a lot of bad things from her. If there are no parents around to take care of her, she is very likely to be killed by those unscrupulous people.
If she falls into the hands of humanoid beasts like Zhang Dahu and Nie Wenfu again, her daughter will be doomed.
Thinking of this, Sister Mei's tears fell down like broken beads. The taxi driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and asked: "Sister, the place is here, why don't you get out of the car?"
Sister Mei wiped her tears and said: "Keep driving, I will ask you to stop again and again."
Sister Mei also lost her temper and found a safe hotel to stay. She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and couldn't sleep all night. Scenes from the past came to mind. She was also a good girl. She was motivated in study and simple in thinking.
It was because of poverty that she embarked on the road of prostitution. Even if she had to bear the consequences for the rest of her life, her daughter could not bear the punishment twice. After thinking about it, the exhausted Sister Mei finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, Sister Mei woke up from a nightmare with sweat all over her head. She dreamed that her daughter was torn to pieces by a group of burly men. The blood-red figure was swaying in the flames, and she kept calling for mother in a shrill voice.
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"Dreams are reverses, dreams are reverses." Sister Mei murmured as she got up and poured a glass of cold water down. The cold water stimulated her nerves and gave her an idea. Yes, go to school to find her daughter. She must be there.
There is a whereabouts.
Sister Mei didn't even have time to eat breakfast, so she hurried to the Chenguang Machinery Factory Junior High School where her daughter studied. When she arrived at the school, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. What shocked her was that in the past, the management was lax and anyone could get in.
The middle school is now more strict than the No. 1 middle school. No idlers are allowed to enter the school. Even parents have to register before they can enter. Sister Mei felt guilty and did not dare to enter the school, so she lingered not far from the school gate.
After waiting for an hour and a half, the school bell rang, the door of Zidi Middle School opened, and the students came out in groups. In the past, at times like this, there would always be a group of gangsters squatting on the roadside at the school gate, holding cigarettes and watching.
The girl whistled, and now both sides of the school gate were clean. There was not even a vendor. However, this was not what Sister Mei paid attention to. Her eyes were busy searching for her daughter in the crowd.
There are only junior middle schools in Zidi Middle School, and there are not many students. After about ten minutes, most of the students left. The turbulent flow of people turned into small groups of three or three, but Xiaoya had not appeared yet. Sister Mei felt anxious, maybe
My daughter has dropped out of school? Maybe she was made to stand by the teacher as usual. A child without a mother must have suffered discrimination from classmates and contempt from teachers...
Sister Mei was blaming herself when she suddenly heard a familiar voice. She looked up and couldn't believe it. Her daughter was walking in surrounded by three or five classmates. She was radiant and held her head high, full of confidence and pride.
The clothes on her body are also brand new, and she looks like a princess.
In Sister Mei's imagination, her daughter may be a thin, withered girl with yellow hair, wearing old clothes, with disheveled hair and a dark face, walking in the dark with a torn schoolbag on her back, or she may be wearing heavy make-up and age-inappropriate fashions, holding a bag in her mouth.
The cigarette was filled with the smell of dust, but I never expected that my daughter would look like this.
Surrounded by her classmates, her daughter seemed to be a leader. A group of little girls were chattering and jumping around. Their eyes were full of happiness. Sister Mei opened her mouth, but in the end no sound came out. She looked down.
Looking at the leopard print top, leather skirt and black fishnet stockings I was wearing, I felt that I was not worthy to stand with my daughter who was like a little princess.
At the fork in the road, Xiaoya said goodbye to her classmates and walked forward alone with her schoolbag humming a song. Suddenly she heard someone calling her from behind: "Xiaoya..."
Xiaoya turned around, opened her mouth in shock, blinked her eyes, and blurted out in disbelief: "Mom?"
"It's Mom, Mom is here to see you." Sister Mei rushed forward with trembling lips, but her daughter's expression was obviously resisting, and she even took a step back involuntarily.
"Mom, I'm sorry for you, my child." Sister Mei's tears were falling down, but Xiaoya didn't appreciate it and turned her head to the side, as if she didn't welcome her mother.
"Tell mom, where do you live and what do you eat?"
"Stay at sister Xiaoxue's house and eat with my sister and uncle."
Sister Mei's mouth was wide open and she couldn't close it. Xiaoxue, it was actually Xiaoxue who had taken in her daughter. You must know that she was one of the culprits who framed Xiaoxue. She actually ignored the past grudges and repaid evil with kindness. What kind of magnanimity is this.
"Isn't Xiaoxue's family quite poor? Wouldn't the burden be even heavier if you are added to the family?" Sister Mei asked with her eyes widened.
Speaking of this, Xiaoya became proud: "No way, Sister Xiaoxue is the goddaughter of Uncle Liu Ziguang and the first princess of the Jiangbei underworld. I am the goddaughter of Sister Xiaoxue and the second princess of the Jiangbei underworld."
As she spoke, she puffed up her small breasts. She was as proud as a princess. Sister Mei's eyes were blurry. She had been struggling for so many years and never gave her daughter a trace of pride. All she had was humiliation and contempt. She had been away for three months.
, but my daughter seems to be a completely different person. Could it be that she has done something wrong all these years?
Almost in an instant, Sister Mei made a decision. She bit her lip and said firmly: "Xiaoya, mother wants to find Liu Ziguang, can you help?"
Xiaoya was startled and said, "Mom, what are you doing with me? Uncle Liu is very busy."
Sister Mei said: "Mom owes you sister Xiaoxue, and I can only pay it back by asking him."
Xiaoya hesitated and said: "Then let me think of a way."
After some contact, Sister Mei finally sat down in front of Liu Ziguang, but she was so nervous that she could not speak. Sister Mei was also a Taoist priest and knew how powerful Liu Ziguang was. In front of this powerful boss in Jiangbei, Sister Mei even trembled.
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Liu Ziguang was very kind. He personally poured a glass of pure water for Sister Mei and asked in a pleasant manner: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"I know where Zhang Dahu is!" Sister Mei blurted out, and then let out a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
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In the office on the third floor of Huaqingchi, Zhuo Li convened a meeting with his most capable men. He took a piece of paper with the address and said: "Zhang Dahu, this bitch, actually hid in the provincial capital. Brother Liu arranged this matter for me.
I'm thinking about what I can say to prevent him from running away again this time. We have to handle this matter beautifully. So who, Wang Xing, don't play with your mobile phone and listen to me. This time we have to act fast and keep it secret...
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Zhuo Li personally led the team, Wang Xing, Wang Wenjun and other five or six strong young men drove two cars straight to the provincial capital. To deal with a gangster like Mr. Hu who had lost power, he did not need to use anything. A few swing sticks and two ropes were enough.
Yes.
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In a rental house in the southern suburbs of the provincial capital, Master Hu was staggering drunkenly carrying a bottle of wine. He was not surprised that Sister Mei ran away. This girl would come back honestly in a few days.
Today Mr. Hu lost another five hundred yuan, and he didn’t even have the money to eat a bowl of duck blood fans. He cursed God and took out the keys from his trouser pocket. There is a rental house in front of him. This place belongs to the third urban-rural fringe area.
Regardless of the area, everything is dirty and messy, with garbage and sewage everywhere, but Mr. Hu is very used to it. He lived in a similar shanty town before he became successful.
The rental house where Mr. Hu lives is in a deep alley. There are very few people there during the day, so when the familiar voice came, Mr. Hu was so startled that he almost dropped the key.
Turning around, Mr. Hu’s muscles on his face jumped, and he pretended to smile and asked, “What a coincidence.”
Standing in the corner was a familiar face, Hao Tian from the security department of the Great Development Development. In the past, Mr. Hu was a vice president-level figure, and Hao Tian was just an ordinary bodyguard. Although the two of them looked familiar, they had never crossed paths. Mr. Hu even
Don't know his name.
Hao Tian wore a baseball cap with a low brim and held a kraft paper portfolio in his hand. Without saying a word, he just used his right hand wearing labor protection gloves to pull out a black and shiny pistol from the portfolio, and skillfully pulled the trigger.
The hammer was fired, and the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Master Hu.
"Damn it, I'm about to get a lunch box, I haven't lived enough yet." Mr. Tiger thought to himself.