The elderly often say: The mouth is not as strong as the knees.

Although Lin Zi's mouth was quite smelly, he was not as stupid as using his teeth to wrestle with bullets. When he was dragged into Wei Wei's car, the dog-dream finally surrendered, and his nose screamed with tears in his tears. He was willing to contact Liancheng's ex-wife Qin Yu.

He pulled him out of the car again, and he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone was on, but after a while, no one answered.

"Maybe I've already gone to bed, that girl has slept early." Lin Zi swallowed and looked at me with a hint of sight.

After looking at the time, it was already past three in the morning. Normal people had already rested. After thinking about it, I gave Yang Chen a look and said, "Arrang to Mr. Lin and let him continue to contact him tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Yang Chen made an OK gesture knowingly, picked up the shocked Lin Zi with one hand and stuffed it into the car again. Then he kicked the accelerator and fucked it to the end, disappearing at the intersection of the street.

I turned my head again, leaned over and glanced at Hong Zhentian and smiled: "Do you know what you should do?"

"I know." Hong Zhentian's mouth swollen, and he nodded his head in a vague way, then stretched out a finger with some uncertainty and murmured: "Is it enough?"

"Sensible." I smiled with satisfaction.

Hong Zhentian then plucked up the courage to take out his cell phone: "Zhuoyu, I'll turn it over again, and transfer a thousand accounts to the top wolf company..."

After he finished calling, I wrinkled my nose and squatted beside him, saying in confusion: "Brother Tian'er, I'm actually confused. Logically speaking, you and Lao Ao and Lao Guo are both related to each other. Li Zhuoyu usurped the throne, you should be incompatible, right? Why did the mouse be a bridesmaid for the cat?"

"What if I don't do it? Li Zhuoyu has dealt with many things for me over the years, and has held up many evidence of my crimes. Will he wait for him to send me in?" Hong Zhentian bit his mouth and smiled bitterly: "And nowadays, everyone is not alone. For me, it doesn't matter who has the final say in the Brilliant Company. How much should I earn? This is success."

After looking at him for a few seconds, I sighed with a little amused and sympathetic sigh: "You live quite well."

This is the most true portrayal of the bottom-level gangster who makes a living. He has a hint of inferiority in his helplessness and cater to his life. If you want to solve your life, you have to sell some emotions.

"I received the money and sent it to the hospital." I gave Wei Wei another advice.

In fact, I want to take Hong Zhentian tonight. Even if I don’t kill him, I will at least half his life. But in a daze just now, I felt compassion again. Even if I know that if Hong Zhentian is let go, he will not be grateful and will still jump around restlessly in the future.

A moment later, in my room, I sat face to face with the old stool.

He held a bowl of bucket noodles and stuffed it into his mouth with a voracious "silly" look.

I played with the lighter and joked: "I asked you to eat some with everyone in the evening. You can't erase the noodles. Is this instant noodles comfortable to eat by yourself?"

"Friendly, I really like the smell of braised beef." The old stool vaguely wiped the corner of his mouth, then took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket, took out a few capsules, and swallowed the soup. Then he satisfied and threw the instant noodles into the trash can and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead: "It's so exciting."

After glanced at the medicine bottle he placed on the table, I asked softly: "Your health has been recently..."

"It's getting worse and worse, I can feel it myself." The old stool took out a cigarette box from his pocket indifferently, lit one on his own, and sucked it hard for a few sips, Nunu said, "Where do you go? A few days ago, I watched TV and said on TV that there was a cancer patient abroad who didn't take medicine or get injections. In the end, he lived for more than 20 years, which was longer than the better doctors who had treated him."

I haven't smoked for many days, so I couldn't help but grab his "big front door" and lit one for myself. Through the white fog, I squinted my eyes and said, "If you don't have it, just go see. I'll make arrangements for you while we're here to Beijing."

"No!" The old bench refused without hesitation: "I hate the feeling of leaving the dead. Look at the hospital's cancer, how many people who have cancer can really survive. They should have lived for three months, but they left in the last half week. The environment is very important. They lay on the bed every day. I heard that this one has left, and I heard that that one has passed away, and I have to scare myself to death."

"Is it painful to bear it?" I frowned.

"It hurts when it hurts. Thinking about it, my son feels worth it." The old stool held a cigarette roll in his mouth, raised his head to look at the ceiling, suddenly remembered something, and then got up again, took out a pen from his butt pocket, and handed it to me: "Does it look? The reward for outstanding class cadres, my stinky brat got it last semester, I secretly left before leaving, haha."

Looking at the proud old stool, my mood became extremely complicated.

"Long, I played earlier than you, maybe I did not have much better than you, but I definitely did not experience less than you." The old stool held Ruozhen treasure and put the pen back in his pocket, then bit his cigarette mouth and looked at me, "I think differently from your brothers. They all want to match you and Wang Ying together. Simply put, it is to marry two wives, right?"

I paused and didn't take the conversation right away.

"We should say it or not. After my contacts during this period, both girls are really good and excellent. They are so rich to match you." The old stool took out another cigarette, clasped her with the previous cigarette butt, and said comfortably: "But what are our identities? There is a prodigal son today but not tomorrow. Today you are the most powerful person, and you can call the wind and rain. What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? I know you already want to clean the wolf, but you understand better than anyone else, no matter what kind of contact with a big shot,

They can't help you. If you want to be completely clean, then break it and then stand it. How to break it? Either the wolf collapses, you pick up the stove, or you Wang Lang dies, and you will take down all the dirty and stinky things over the years. You will definitely not choose any of these two paths, so I advise you, just like this, if you have a son, the girl you like is there, it doesn't have to have an identity. As long as you don't commit suicide, no matter whether you are imprisoned or corpse on the street, they will not be involved in any slightest."

I took a sip of cigarette and looked out the dark window. I haven't smoked for a long time. I suddenly got one, and I was still nodding.

"I am a straightforward person. If you don't feel uncomfortable, don't take it to your heart." The old stool slammed the ashes and said, "But I really hope you can be well. After listening to my advice, I can't show the determination to break it before establishing it. Then I'll just turn it over. I'm too full today and I'm talking. You have a break early and I'll talk to Song Yang again."

After saying that, the old stool stood up, walked straight out of the door with one hand on the back.

Until the door closed with a "bang", I still didn't get out of my messy thoughts.

As a veteran, Lao Ting is indeed more stable and accurate than the brothers around me. The most troublesome thing I am now is how to make the entire "head wolf" clean. Although we have been using "business" to set cards for ourselves over the years, no one with a discerning eye can see it. We can't stand the investigation at all. Now it's because of my master, and there is a relationship of one kind, but what happens one day?

This is also the reason why I never dared to go to Huihuang Company and the He family's real swords and shadows. I was afraid of being too impatient for the other party, so they fought to the death to pull us off the altar.

"Bang..."

In reverie, the door of the room was pushed open from outside, and Yang Chen walked in playing with the car keys.

"It's done?" I looked up at him.

"Well, throw the dog-good Lin Zi out of the fifth ring road. Before leaving, I took away all his cell phone and cash, so let me walk slowly." Yang Chen sat opposite me with a smile.

The moment I saw Lin Zi, I knew that I would definitely not be able to make too much storm tonight.

Although I don’t want to admit it, I really don’t dare to decide Lin Zi’s life or death. Leaving the huge relationship between him and his father behind him, the environment like Shangjing alone is enough to make us clamp our tails and behave like a human being. This is probably the direct reason why Lin Zi, Hong Zhentian and others dare not take a gun at night.

Yang Chen leaned against the chair and asked me: "Let Lin Zi be put down, how can you catch Liancheng's ex-wife next?"
Chapter completed!