They stayed in Heqing County for several more days. When the most seriously injured person in the hands of the escorts could get off the ground and walk, Zhang Bashun and Wu He, the escorts of the escort agency, were ready to leave.
He traveled lightly, so he was ready in one day, and the next day he was ready to catch the big car and go to the branch of Wuhe Escort Bureau in Suzhou.
"Headguard, headguard, where is the ten thousand taels of silver?" A bodyguard looked all over the carriage and compartments in a hurry. When he didn't see the silver box, he came to the first cart and asked Zhang Bashun:
"Guard head, where's the money?"
"Take ten thousand taels of cash and go on the road. Do you want to be escorted again?" Zhang Bashun sneered and took out a pile of banknotes from his arms, "The banknotes accepted by banks in various prefectures and counties in Suzhou are lined up, one by one.
Come and divide them according to their heads."
Regardless of whether they were injured or not, these bodyguards moved very quickly. In a blink of an eye, they lined up in rows and took the precious silver notes that could be exchanged for heavy amounts of money from Zhang Bashun one by one. The last one came to collect the silver notes.
Seeing that he still had a large pile in his hand, the escort was about to speak, but Zhang Ba said with a straight face: "How dare you share a dead man's money?"
After hearing such words, the escort was about to shout and divide all the money. He looked ashamed and carefully folded his banknote and stuffed it into his wallet, then put it in the middle of his shirt. Finally, he felt where it was.
Not worried, he held it in his hand and giggled.
Zhang Bashun said to the escorts from the Wuhe Escort Agency who had just received the money: "When you get to the place, you have to keep your mouth shut. Be tighter! What should you say and what shouldn't be said? I had an affair with you the day before yesterday, and there are so many more
Don’t spend all your money on food, drink, whore, and gambling all at once. Leave some for your family first, and those who are not married can find a wife..."
Speaking of this, everyone in the Wu He Escort Bureau burst into laughter. The married old escort elbowed the younger escorts. The latter felt a little embarrassed, but in their minds they thought of being slept with in the future.
My wife's appearance and figure make me happy.
This joke made several escorts almost forget that they were still holding the ash box of their companions who had been burned. According to the rules of Wu and the escort agency, as long as anyone who is not on this escort trip is killed, someone must take the ashes of the escort.
Take it back, if no one survives, even if all the money is gone, these bodyguards must be able to return to their hometowns after death.
There was also a wooden box hanging from a white cloth strip around Wei Changpan's neck. The wooden box contained the ashes of the young three-story martial arts bodyguard. Wei Changpan didn't know his name until not long ago. This bodyguard named Zou Yongan was just standing.
In the year of 2000, when escort Zhang retreated, he was about to be promoted to the escort chief, but he was stabbed to death by Wu Erlang on the ground of the Washington Palace. He died with his eyes open.
If it was him who went to confront Wu Erlang, Wei Changpan would now be a handful of ashes in this wooden box, which would be equivalent to Zou Yongan dying in his place.
He told Zhang Bashun that he would send Zou Yongan's ashes back to Jinzhou.
This is the person who exchanged lives with him. There is no reason for Wei Changpan not to leave this time.
Before leaving, Wei Changpan went to see Zhang Bashun. The latter was silent for a long time after hearing Wei Changpan's words. He said frankly that with the current situation of this escort, if he wanted to go to the Wuhe Escort Bureau branch in Suzhou to continue escorting, he would have to fill up half of the escort team.
The people and horses in that place were already short of manpower, so where were the extra people? They were just there for a formality.
If everyone is like you, then so many people may not die in this private life.
Zhang Bashun said this to Wei Changpan when he left.
Old Gu Gu Shengyang was originally a two-story martial artist, but now he is old and in poor health.
His body strength is not as strong as before, and he suffered a serious injury from a broken arm, so he is the one who recovers the slowest among the Wu and bodyguards in the house. While several young people can barely fight against others, Gu Shengyang can only do normal activities.
He can't even run or jump, let alone fight with others.
The government invited a well-known doctor from Naheqing County and said that thanks to the good medicine sent by the government, otherwise his body would not be able to get off the ground for another twenty days, and the jolting of the carriage and horses would be absolutely unbearable.
Zhang Bashun, who lived there, secretly asked the doctor to borrow money for these medicines, which were shockingly expensive.
Little Gu Gu Sheng was about to help his father get into the first carriage. He never thought that old Gu Shengyang would show off and push himself up with one hand, but he never thought that it would affect the injury of the broken arm. Dang even grimaced in pain, which made the son-in-law
A burst of complaints.
Wei Changpan silently followed the cart behind Gu Sheng. Several injured bodyguards were in the three carts in the middle. The one who stayed behind was the older bodyguard who was shooting marbles.
In this private work, the horsemen driving the carriages were not affected, so the manpower of the carriage drivers was still intact in the five large carriages. However, the interior of two large carriages was obviously much empty. The bodyguards inside could stretch their arms and legs.
Not very happy, but silently stroking the ebony box containing his friend's ashes in front of him.
During the escort trip when Zhang Bashun served as the escort leader, it was the first time that more than half of the bodyguards were killed and injured. Zhang Bashun was famous for his stability in the Wuhe escort agency. After taking the position of escort leader, the escort team continued to work all year round.
Not many people were injured, let alone any of the escorts who had their arms and legs broken, or who were brought back with gray boxes by their fellow escorts.
However, this private job can earn enough money to work as an escort for two or three years, and most of the escorts in the team are satisfied, but those who are dead can no longer speak.
Zhang Bashun looked at each escort car from front to back and from back to front, and found no faults. This was Gu Shengyang's job, but with his current body shape, this matter still had to be done by the escort car.
He does it himself.
When he walked to the escort car in the middle, Zhang Bashun heard some strange noises coming from it, so he stopped and listened. There seemed to be extremely suppressed sobs and sad whispers:
"Xiaonan...Xiaonan...let's go home, let's go home..."
Zhang Bashun recognized the voice of Abei, the elder brother of the two escort brothers Anan and Abei in this escort trip. Both brothers were among the top martial artists on the second floor of Wuhe Escort Agency, and they were expected to move up to the next level. On weekdays,
During the boring days of being an escort, these two brothers would always joke and play around, adding some fun to everyone.
Of the two brothers, only one survived. The younger brother Anan was smashed in the head with a mace by the Woniu Mountain gangster. The crisp sound was clearly heard by Zhang Bashun who was several feet away. The head was dented by a small amount.
Even gods can't save him. Anan is dead, lying straight on the ground in Washington, his eyes are cracked, black beads are bursting out, white foam is spitting out of his mouth, his body is shaking like chaff, and there are no more than three sticks of incense.
In this situation, he breathed his last breath.
Anan died in Anbei's arms. If it weren't for the escort companions beside him who desperately protected her, another life might have been lost in Washington.
It wasn't until the Wuniu Mountain gangsters were defeated and the rest of them fled that the shouts of killing from their companions woke up Abei, who was in a daze. He held a weapon like a madman and smashed him to pieces with a mace in Woniu Mountain.
The minions in my brother's head pursued him relentlessly, and only caught up with him half a mile outside Heqing City. They killed the minions at the cost of their own injuries, and then started slashing at the corpse with a knife like crazy.
Wait until the escort from Wuhe Escort Agency
When the master finally looked for him outside the city, Abei's arms were gone and he was sitting on the ground without saying a word. Next to him was a mass of rotten meat whose true appearance was unclear. The bodyguard who had arrived earlier was retching beside him.
The two brothers were originally both out-tempered, but the surviving one was also taciturn. Every day after going out to eat and going outside the hut, he would hold the ebony box containing Anan's ashes in his arms, and he would never leave it without him when sleeping. The two of them had a good relationship.
The escort wanted to make fun of him, but Abei punched him and knocked out his front teeth.
Zhang Bashun, who wanted to go up and comfort him, remembered Abei's attitude towards him after Anan died, so he retracted his hand that had stretched out to lift the car curtain and walked slowly towards the first cart.
How many other people think like this? He doesn't know, maybe there's just one, or maybe there are several. Maybe on weekdays it won't show any problems, but if things go on like this, big problems will definitely arise.
The popularity of the escort this time is not as good as before. This is something Zhang Bashun has noticed a long time ago. For a while, people can still rely on some means to close the distance, but now, taking Abei as an example, it is no longer soft or hard.
Eat, and those who haven't been noticed...
Zhang Bashun couldn't help but ask himself, he took over this private job on behalf of everyone on this escort trip. Although everyone did not object to the result, how much of it was done for his own future plans? What if he only relied on
With the little money that Wuhe Escort Bureau paid to the retired escort, it was not easy to buy some properties for his children and grandchildren. Zhang Bashun also thought of this at the time, and added the influence of alcohol, and he muddleheadedly agreed to the master of the Washington Palace. Now look
Come on, it's really a huge conspiracy... no, it's almost a conspiracy.
With the financial resources shown by the master of the Washington Palace, not only did they invite the Wuhe Escort Bureau, which is not considered a top-notch escort team, but also the chief escort chief, the ten thousand taels of silver were invited.
There is still a surplus, but what exactly is Washington doing?
Zhang Bashun sighed, maybe he was really old, and it would not be a bad thing to retreat with Lao Gutou. From now on, it would be up to God whether the number of escorts would be scattered.
He got on the first cart, and when he saw several people on the cart asking him why he had been delayed for so long, he said that the axles of a cart were a bit old, and he was worried that something would go wrong on the road, but it looked solid and it was fine.
I won’t care anymore.
"Wu He's escort car will leave at once, and Jianghu will return safely in half a year!"
The driver in front of the cart shouted loudly, attracting the attention of pedestrians on the street where Washington is located. The groom and driver who showed their faces felt a little proud. Wu and the escort's shouts were loud and clear.
It's impressive, and it's not in vain that we have such a big voice.
The driver of the first cart cracked his whip, and the carriage pulled the cart away.