The moment Qianlong pulled out the small gun, the lights in the palace were instantly extinguished, leaving only a warm-colored glass lamp in the dimness with a hint of ambiguity.
The moving waltz played slowly in the ears of the Emperor and the Prime Minister.
Typical post-Qing modernism style.
Not far away, several peace doves were squatting in the corner, seemingly waiting for a good shootout.
The camera pulls back.
The old rich man smiled. Facing Qianlong's gun, he actually smiled!
Is it ignorance?
Still fearless! Zhao
"why are you laughing?"
Qianlong frowned slightly, he was confident that he had the advantage now.
As long as he is willing, even if there are many gangs of rich thieves outside, he can make the rich thieves hate the northwest at any time, so he doesn't understand what is so funny about rich thieves.
Now, shouldn't he beg the Supreme Emperor to spare his life?
"I'm laughing at you for not knowing anything."
With a slight smile, the old man took out a packet of Huazi from his pocket. This action made Qianlong very vigilant, and he almost pulled the trigger.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to smoke a cigarette." Zhao
The old rich man took out a cigarette without a butt from the box and put it under his nose as if no one else was watching. He took a strong sniff, with a look of pleasure on his face, and then took out the fire stick and lit it in front of Qianlong.
After one sip, it seems that all the worries in the world become irrelevant.
Then he sprayed a puff of smoke toward Qianlong's face provocatively, and at the same time moved a step forward.
Qianlong did not panic or retreat, but said coldly: "I advise you not to bet on whether there are bullets in my gun."
The old rich man sneered: "What if I have to gamble?"
"Then you can give it a try,"
Qianlong confidently put the small gun directly against Brother Fu's chest, "I can tell you that I have been preparing for today for a long time. In my dream, you were shot to death at least ten thousand times and stabbed ten thousand times."
Knife!" Zhao
The old rich man didn't know if he was frightened by Qianlong, but he didn't come forward again, but asked curiously: "Who gave you the gun?"
"The answer doesn't make sense."
Qianlong is telling the truth. No matter who got him the black gun, it has no meaning in the current situation.
Because a gun can't change the overall situation.
But it can change his ending.
that's enough.
"Yes." Zhao
The old rich man chuckled, looked at the black gun pressed against his chest, and laughed at himself: "I didn't expect that you, Old Chen, would be the one who betrayed me in the end."
"It was you who betrayed me!"
Qianlong corrected the other party's statement and pointed out that the other party wanted to use his father and son as a stepping stone in exchange for Guiziliu's forgiveness.
"You are unkind, how can you blame me for being unjust?"
Qianlong smiled, with age spots on his face.
He looked even more proud.
If you want to betray me, you have to agree to it!
As long as I run fast, no one can make money from my price difference!
The old rich man did not defend himself, let alone explain anything. He just sighed softly: "Old Chen, after all, you and I are kings and ministers. Why are we like this?"
It's okay that the old rich man didn't say this, but when he said this, Qianlong became very angry: "Why is this? You tell yourself! How can I not help you? You want to harm me like this! If you hadn't colluded
If Guiziliu betrayed me, I would be here today!"
The old man was silent for a long time. He raised his head and looked directly into Qianlong's eyes for a long time: "You know, no matter where I was in the past, I would always look towards the capital and the Forbidden City late at night."
Qianlong was stunned: "What are you looking at?"
"Yikun Palace!"
The old man's hand pointed toward the northeast, his face full of anger and pain.
Qianlong was stunned again, then thought of something, and couldn't help but became furious: "I knew you were having an affair with that bitch Nala!"
"Who are you calling a bitch?"
The old rich man went crazy and stared at Qianlong with his red eyes: "If you have the ability, say something else!"
Very scary, like a wounded lion.
Qianlong screamed and was frightened, and instinctively pointed the small gun: "If you dare to move, I will kill you!"
"You do not dare!"
The old man suddenly grabbed the small gun and pushed it hard against his chest. As he pushed it, he roared: "Gui Zi Liu wants to eat you alive. Without me speaking to you, do you think you can survive! Shoot, shoot! Eat!"
Shit you!" Zhao
It looked terrible.
Qianlong never expected that bitch Nala would hold such a heavy weight in Brother Fu's heart. He was a little flustered for a moment and said quickly: "Well, there is something that we should go over again."
"What?"
The old rich man was breathing heavily, looking like he didn't care about life or death.
"Now I don't have any threat to Guiziliu. The one who is a threat is you Fu Zhongtang! I captured you Fu Zhongtang. Yu Guiziliu only has great merits but no major faults. Even if he will not spare me lightly, he will always treat me well."
of."
Qianlong's words left the old man stunned.
Yes, when he is plotting against others, others are plotting against him.
He shaped himself into the last loyal and lonely minister of the Qing Dynasty, the last backbone of the army and people of the capital, and the Optimus Prime who finally had the final say.
However, from another perspective, those princes and ministers regarded him as a prominent figure and a shield!
The capital was defended and everyone was happy.
The capital is about to end, does someone have to take responsibility?
Isn’t this person just you, the old rich man?
Therefore, his current situation is not much better than Qianlong's.
He thought that if he captured Qianlong, he could continue to be rich and happy in Guiziliu, but in the eyes of many people, if he captured him in Fu Zhongtang, he could also continue to live happily!
In essence, he and Qianlong were just grasshoppers on the same rope!
"Old Chen, do you know what is behind the desert?"
The old rich man's eyes revealed the wisdom of the elders.
Qianlong didn't know.
"It's another desert! You think it's an oasis, but it's actually still a desert."
The old man shook his head slightly: "Listen to me, put down the gun first, and cooperate with me. I will definitely ensure that nothing happens to you and your son. Otherwise, you won't be able to deal with the gang outside."
"Don't think that it is easy to deceive me, because I am very innocent now. The more innocent a person is, the more terrifying he is." Zhao
Qianlong did not believe the old rich man's words easily.
But he also knew that he could hold the central hall to command the soldiers outside, but that might not allow him to walk out of the city gate and present the great capital to Guiziliu as he wished.
"Now that we're at this point, do you really think you have any other choice?"
The old man smiled bitterly, "Let me earn this price difference, and at least I can save the lives of your father and three others. If it were someone else, do you think they would let you go? Old Chen, wake up! How many people have you offended in the past? How many people have you killed?
How many people have you killed, and those people will spare you!"
"Stop talking. If you keep talking, I will believe you."
Qianlong's body was exhausted by the old rich man's words, and he became a little depressed. He made a request to the old rich man, that is, he wanted to smoke a cigarette.
The old rich man fulfilled Qianlong's wish and squatted on the ground with him to smoke.
One after another, after the two of them smoked five or six cigarettes, the old man lost his patience and asked: "Have you thought about it?"
Qianlong hesitated: "You won't lie to me?"
The old man put out his cigarette butt: "What's the point of lying to you? You and I are in the same boat, Lao Chen!"
Qianlong didn't speak, he just stood up slowly, stared at Brother Fu for seven or eight breaths, and then silently dropped the gun on the ground.
The old rich man was not secretly happy when he saw it. Instead, his nose felt sore. He didn't say anything after that, but stepped forward and silently held Qianlong's hand.
The two of them joined hands to open the palace door, and what they saw was Uncle Se.
Outside, the soldiers brought by the old rich man were all held at knifepoint.
Qianlong opened his mouth, but Uncle Se didn't give him a chance to speak. He just snorted: "If you have anything to say, you can tell the Sixth Emperor!"