The rising sun in the east illuminated the luxurious villa in the falling leaves. Zhao Kun walked out of his gym in loose sportswear and faced the sun. He stared at the river and recalled the scene of his four or five-year-old naked butt diving in the river. He had a deep affection for this place.
A burly man in his early thirties stood behind Zhao Kun. His branded black suit was wrapped in a bloodthirsty aura that was very similar to Xiao Bing's.
The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, showing the boorish look of a northerner. His cold eyes occasionally revealed a profound and obscure look that did not match his fierce appearance. His surname was Zhan, and his name was Feiyang. Zhan Feiyang was an abandoned disciple of Shaolin Temple more than ten years ago. He was also the most dazzling soldier in the Shenyang Military Region. He had a rough life almost similar to Xiao Bing's. However, few people in Hexi knew Zhan Feiyang, who was hiding beside Master Kun. It was appropriate to say that he was unknown.
In the underworld of the three northeastern provinces, Zhan Feiyang was a legend. He was a great man who used a three-edged military thorn to defeat the underworld of the northeast.
"Master Kun, the city hospital has the results. Wu Yong's face is completely destroyed. Last night, Wu Tian gathered nearly a hundred people to hide a few hunting rifles and threatened to take revenge, but there was no movement in the end. It seems that Old Nine did not have the guts to touch Master Kun's people.”the man said softly, his cold expression revealing some respect.
The corners of Zhao Kun's mouth curled into a deep smile as he shook his head gently." Old Jiu knows where my weakness is. If he really wants to be ruthless, he won't be afraid of me. As the saying goes, the barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes. Old Jiu, who likes to blow his beard and glare, can't wait for the stench on his body to stain me. However, he didn't expect that I had a trump card with a terrifying background like Xiao Bing. He blocked me like a hedgehog and wanted to swallow me…He couldn't swallow it. He wanted to fight but was afraid of hurting himself.”
"Master Kun, Ninth Brother has a habit of not playing by the rules.”Zhan Feiyang softly reminded Master Kun that five years ago, the deputy chief of Donglin City, who advocated strict regulation of small coal mines, died mysteriously. Two years later, the family of three of the county party secretary of Wu County, who was rich in black jade ores, was killed. Master Nine of Hexi was involved in both cases.
"Feiyang, you overestimate Ninth Brother. He might dare to touch a county magistrate or a bureau chief, but he definitely wouldn't dare to touch Xiao Bing.”Zhao Kun shook his head and chuckled. He glanced at Zhan Feiyang, who had followed him for more than five years, and said," Fang Xiaoyin is the Beijing governor, the grandson of that Old Master Fang. He's a friend of the Fang family. Even if Old Nine has nine heads, he's still dead. He's rich and powerful now…There was no need to fight to the death with a young man.”
Zhan Feiyang nodded and did not say anything else. Master Kun turned around and said,"Tell the people below to cooperate with Xiao Bing.”
The clay Buddha was still somewhat of a country bumpkin, not to mention Master Kun, who had started his career with ruthlessness. With Xiao Bing, who had a terrifying background, in front of him, there was no need for him to pretend to be ignorant and deliberately tolerate. Just Fang Xiaoyin alone could suppress the evil spirits on the West River Road.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Xiao Bing's Land Rover drove out of Ninghe's most spacious Dongfeng Road, passed the new government building that cost a lot of money, and entered the Ruyi Development Zone. The new economic development zone was a model project of the Ninghe government. The planning, layout, and architectural features had put a lot of effort into it. Xiao Bing was not in the mood to appreciate the city highlights that represented the achievements of local officials. Half an hour ago, he received a call from Master Kun, asking him to go fishing in Halami Valley. The so-called fishing was just superficial. What meaning did Master Kun have? Xiao Bing couldn't help but speculate.
The Land Rover drove into Jingding Garden without any obstruction. Compared to the densely packed bungalows in the southern part of the city, it was undoubtedly a completely different world. Xiao Bing, who was used to living in bungalows and sleeping on plank beds, felt his heart throb when he saw the luxurious houses of the rich people in Hexi.
It was desire and ambition.
The car stopped in front of a large villa with a small garden and an open-air swimming pool. Xiao Bing got out of the car and was led by a bodyguard in black. They boarded the river dam of Halami Valley and walked along the river dam for nearly ten minutes before they saw a wooden boat leaning against the river. Master Kun sat on the boat with a fishing rod in his hand. His expression was calm, and he did not look like a big boss who could control the wind and rain.
"The old people often say that fishing can cultivate one's body and mind. It's been five or six years, but I, a layman, haven't sensed any profound artistic conception from it. I like fishing…"It's because the moment the fish takes the bait, I'll feel a sense of joy that I had when I was a child. I'm very satisfied, hehehe." Zhao Kun laughed heartily at Xiao Bing.
"Zhan Feiyang, Master Kun's driver."
Zhan Feiyang, who had been squatting on the top of the dam and smoking, stood silently in front of Xiao Bing like a ghost. Xiao Bing had seen the world. The driver of a big shot like Master Kun was actually synonymous with a perverted bodyguard and killer. If he hadn't accidentally stepped on the girl called Yang Caiwei from the dog shit stall, he might have fallen into the situation of being a driver's bodyguard.
Xiao Bing thought about it, nodded, smiled, and said his name. His hands, which had touched guns and killed people before, clenched tightly. He subconsciously tried to fight, and after a dozen seconds of stalemate, he stopped. The two of them stopped probing and knew their limits. Lord Kun nodded in satisfaction and said to Xiao Bing,""In 1999, I went to Mohe, Hei Long Jiang, to discuss business with the Russians and offended a big boss in the northeast. As a result, I was surrounded by the Northeast gang. It was Feiyang who protected me and fought my way out. Otherwise, there would be no Master Kun in Hexi Province.”
Zhao Kun said it lightly, but only Xiao Bing, who often played the game of survival, could understand the shock. He nodded politely at Zhan Feiyang, and Master Kun pulled him onto the boat. Zhan Feiyang was still squatting on the top of the dam, smoking. His usual cold gaze occasionally swept past Xiao Bing, with a little more complicated meaning and a hint of coldness.
嗞嗞!
As the tobacco burned, faint smoke drifted across Zhan Feiyang's slightly cold and indifferent face. What this man was thinking at this moment, perhaps only he knew.
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The sun was setting in the west. It was finally blocked by the dark houses in the southern part of the city, leaving behind a few dazzling rays of sunset. Xiu-er, who had sold out more than a hundred catties of roasted sweet potatoes, sat on the stool and looked at the new insoles in her hands. The peony flowers embroidered with silk threads were vivid and vivid. The patterns spread. It was really a good craftsmanship.
These few days, she had taken a break from her busy schedule and started to do needlework again. There was no need to say who the little girl was doing it for. She had succeeded and felt very happy in her heart. She felt a sense of accomplishment even more than her monthly income breaking through 3,000 yuan. Her face, which was still bright and fair after experiencing countless hardships, had a shy smile of a little girl. She whispered,"It's almost winter. I have to find some time to buy some wool and knit a sweater for my brother."
Xiu-Er was a simple woman. Once she had a figure in her heart that she couldn't get rid of, the first thing she thought of was him. His joy, his sadness, his coldness, any small thing could affect her heart. In the past two months, her feelings for Xiao Bing had surpassed gratitude, but she didn't know it.
In a Jinbei van on the opposite side of the road, a man with a buzz cut and a hideous scar on his forehead looked at Xiu-Er through the window, who was about to close the stall. After a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched, revealing his sinister nature. He said to the seven people in the van,"See, the village girl selling roasted sweet potatoes is that bastard Xiao's girlfriend. Later, do it quickly. After kidnapping her, send her to our place in Sanhe Town. Tell our brothers to take her and then sell her to the south to be a chicken.”
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