The manager's indoor atmosphere was weird.

The air was filled with a strong smell of smoke. If you smell it carefully, there was still a smell of blood that had not dissipated, and blood could be vaguely seen on the ground.

Manager Xie was lying on the sofa and couldn't get up. His pale face was a little scary.

Tan Xiaotian and Zhao Yu, one was sitting at the table and the other was squatting in front of the safe. Both of them were not talking and smoking like a game.

Haihong looked at this and then that. She rubbed her hands in a hurry, as if she was questioning, and she was talking to herself, "How did it happen like this?"

She looked at the pistol on Tan Xiaotian's waist several times, and then she wanted to speak but stopped several times.

Seeing Haihong coming, Tan Xiaotian stood up, "Prepare me a sharp dagger, candle, strong wine, and clean towels. If you have tweezers, you'd better have one."

“What are you doing?”

After blurting out, Zhao Yu immediately understood that Tan Xiaotian was going to take out the warhead for Lao Xie.

I just gave him a simple treatment, and the warhead was still in his legs. If it delayed for too long, it would probably leave sequelae.

This kind of gunshot wound cannot be taken to the hospital, so I can only solve it myself.

Although Zhao Yu hated Lao Xie for not following the rules and caused him great trouble, after all, he had been with his subordinates for so many years and would not have killed him.

The things Tan Xiaotian wanted were delivered soon.

Hai Hong came over curiously. In the past, he could only see such things as treating gunshot wounds and getting bullets in Hong Kong movies. Unexpectedly, this time when he opened his eyes, it happened in front of him.

Tan Xiaotian woke up Lao Xie and handed over Erguotou, "Take a few sips, it will hurt a little, but you will endure it for a while."

Lao Xie took the bottle and looked at Zhao Yu timidly. He made up his mind and gulped down two big mouthfuls.

Tan Xiaotian used Erguotou to wash the dagger and tweezers, then lit the candle, and roasted it with flames for a while.

"Press him for me."

Tan Xiaotian's eyes swept over Haihong and Zhao Yu.

Haihong pressed Lao Xie's shoulder and Zhao Yu held his legs.

The moment the dagger entered the wound, Lao Xie's eyes suddenly widened, his body trembled violently, and a horrible sound came from his throat.

Fortunately, Tan Xiaotian was very fast. In just a few seconds, the tweezers snatched the bloody bullet and broke out of the wound.

"Okay, if you have a familiar surgeon, it's okay to have a few stitches."

Tan Xiaotian used strong wine to rinse the bullet and put it in his pocket.

Haihong finally couldn't help it, "What's going on? If you don't explain it clearly, neither of you can leave."

"Sister Hong, that's the case..." Since Hai Hong was present, there was no need to hide it.

Tan Xiaotian told the story from beginning to end.

Hai Hong's face became ugly. This matter was obvious. I couldn't blame Xiaotian. Zhao Yu was cheated by Lao Xie and Xiaohui.

"Senior sister, don't worry, there is a source of injustice and debt, I know what to do."

Zhao Yuchao Tan Xiaotian bowed, "Brother, since you are my senior sister's younger brother, we are not outsiders. If you take away the money, you won it in my place. I admit it. I will naturally calculate my debts with them, and it has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Yu said it very beautifully, but it was also a helpless move.

Not to mention that this kid has found Haihong, he is alone, how can his own group of people do to him?

Do they really dare to shoot?

Zhao Yu, who is only 24 years old this year, feels that he is old for the first time. The world is changing too quickly. A young boy of seventeen or eighteen has a gun and dares to shoot, and he can even cure gunshot wounds.

I just saw him treating Lao Xie’s injuries, and that skillfulness of his technique. If it was the first time, Zhao Yu would dare to eat the bullet.

Haihong sent Tan Xiaotian out of the bar gate, and suddenly grabbed his collar and stared at Tan Xiaotian with a pair of charming eyes. His voice was a little cold, but that kind of care could not deceive people, "What's the matter with a gun?

You are desperate, how old you are, you dare to play this?"

As he was talking, Haihong actually slapped Tan Xiaotian several times.

Tan Xiaotian didn't move, and stood there and asked Haihong to beat him.

In his previous life, he didn't know Hai Hong at all, so he was always wary of contacting her, but now he believed in the words of Zhihua, and Hai Hong really treated him as his younger brother.

Nothing can be deceived, but feelings cannot be fake.

"Sister, don't worry! I have a sense of responsibility. If I don't believe it, I will give you a gun and I will never use this thing again."

The first time Tan Xiaotian removed Sister Hong's red letters, stepped forward and hugged her in his arms.

Haihong was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, "Brother! My sister has already died, I don't want to see something happen to you again."

In the end, Haihong confiscated the gun and told Tan Xiaotian that this thing was a disaster and she would find an opportunity to throw it into the river.

The two broke up in front of the bar. Tan Xiaotian took a taxi home. As soon as they got in, Tan Xiaotian wanted to slap himself a few times.

Tonight's incident was too impulsive. The sequelae of the Jin Triangle's jungle law in him was too obvious. He would use a knife and a gun when he encountered something. It was now 1998. This is a mountain city, not a dangerous Southeast Asian jungle. If he did not get rid of this problem, he would make big mistakes in the future.

Fortunately, I met Haihong and her junior brother tonight. What if someone else calls the police?

After returning home, Tan Xiaotian poured out the money from his schoolbag and hid it.

Now he has 165,000 yuan in his hand. This amount was definitely a huge sum in 1998. He could buy a house worth 100 square meters. This was his first pot of gold and the key to his dream.

Although he worked hard in his previous life, he lived a luxurious life and never lacked money.

Naturally, he will not be wronged in this life. With external cheats, money is definitely not a difficult task for him.

It is rare to be reborn, so you must naturally live willful and casually. These are based on money.

However, all dreams have to make way for college. Not attending college in his previous life is Tan Xiaotian’s biggest regret.

In this life, there will be no regrets!********* July 15, Shancheng Railway Station.

More than 20 students from Class 3, Shancheng No. 1 Middle School gathered in the small square in front of the railway station. They will set off from here for vacation in Bincheng in a while.

They just finished the college entrance examination and gathered together and chattered and laughed non-stop.

The boys chatted together naturally in the World Cup that just ended two days ago. Zhang Dapeng waved his arms and said, "The dark side is absolutely shady. I don't believe that Samba can't beat France to death. There must be something wrong here."

Tan Xiaotian held his arms, smiled on his face, and stood in the crowd without saying anything.

He must come to such a party, even if it is a bit boring.

At this time of my previous life, because I was unable to take the college entrance examination, I was thinking about my mistakes at home and missed my trip to Bincheng. I must make up for it in this life.

Zhou Yun shook a note and squeezed in, "The squad leader hasn't arrived yet. This is the pager number she left for me. Who of you brings your cell phone?

Call her."

"I've brought it."

"I've brought it."

Several boys from good families in the class rushed to take out their mobile phones, Nokia 5110, Ericsson 337, Zhang Dapeng looked at them enviously, swallowing his saliva secretly. He really liked them, but he could only watch them.

At that time, the cheapest mobile phones cost about 3,000 yuan, while an ordinary cadre's monthly salary was only more than 1,000 yuan. It took three months to buy a mobile phone. Moreover, the monthly rent for a mobile phone was 50 yuan, and it was 40 cents per minute to make money in and out, which was a considerable expense for the working class.

Soon, Chu Ting's call came in, and her voice sounded aggrieved, "I'll be here soon, you can wait for me."

A few minutes later, Chu Qiang's Poussan drove into the train station, and Chu Ting and Lin Wanhong got off the train one after another.
Chapter completed!