Seeing Pu Yantong, who was kneeling beside his knees and crying like a human being, Song Wenbin sighed helplessly. He squatted down, stroked the top of Pu Yantong's head, and said, "I established the transfer bureau just to repay your kindness for taking me in that night. But after all, I don't belong to this land. Now I have almost repaid the kindness, Pu Yantong, In the end, people can only rely on themselves.”
"Don't... don't... big brother... we can do whatever you ask us to do." Pu Yantong did not let go. He cried almost suffocatingly and said: "I don't want to go on like this anymore. I don't want to go back to my previous life. I don't want to live like this anymore." I don’t want to keep waiting for death day after day..."
"Don't you want to just kneel down!?"
Seeing that Pu Yantong was still stubborn, Song Wenbin couldn't help but get angry and roared loudly: "Is it useful to kneel down!? Can your life be happier if you kneel down to the chaebol chaebol!?"
Pu Yantong was stunned, and the younger brothers around him also stopped crying and whispered timidly. The backbone of Chinese-speaking people spread Song Wenbin's words around.
Seeing Song Wenbin's anger, Pu Yantong quickly stood up and wiped his tears. After wiping it off, he came to the other backbones and kicked them up randomly.
After getting up, he took a group of younger brothers, took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked: "Brother, if this is the case, what should we do?"
When Song Wenbin saw Pu Yantong calm down and return to normal so quickly, Song Wenbin couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He patted the chair and motioned for Pu Yantong and other key members to sit down.
Soon, a group of people sat down in the small room.
Song Wenbin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to them.
They took the cigarettes, took one out, and handed it to Song Wenbin first. After Pu Yantong helped Song Wenbin light it, they each lit their cigarettes.
Song Wenbin pointed at the two photographers next to him and waved his hands. The two backbones immediately understood, stepped forward, and respectfully invited the two stunned photographers out of the room.
After only Song Wenbin, Pu Yantong and the first few core members were left in the room, Song Wenbin said: "After I leave, the conference will be held by Pu Yantong. He has helped me translate so many times and is very familiar with my status and The spirit knows very well that you are the next reincarnation of Jesus."
"No….."
Pu Yantong trembled and almost fell to his knees again. He screamed: "No, brother, I can't do it. This thing is too big. I am not qualified to do this kind of thing, I don't have the ability..."
After listening to the translation, the other boys next to me knelt down all at once just as they sat down, chattering non-stop.
Song Wenbin was extremely annoyed. Not only had his mood stabilized just a moment ago, but he knelt down again without saying a few words.
Pu Yantong said: "Brother, don't talk about leaving, just talk about other things."
Song Wenbin thought that he still had a week before the challenge would be over, so he raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say it, just don't say it."
The group of wailing boys then straightened up again, sat down peacefully, and listened to his words.
Han Gaoen, the number three in the team, was still calm. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother, the top priority is the death threat to us from the people of Xintiandi. What if we give up expansion and they don't let us go? This is not China. We...we have a lot of difficulties, those people are unruly, they...they will really...sink us into the sea..."...
Pu Yantong immediately translated in Song Wenbin's ear.
Song Wenbin was silent for a long time.
He hesitated and looked at the men beside him who looked at him with hope and trust. Suddenly, he realized that the connection between life and life was so clear. These strangers who meet by chance will really do something because of his thinking. But this trust made him feel a heavy responsibility, and he considered it carefully.
When the cigarette almost burned his butt, he said slowly: "Save your strength and adapt to changes."
….
Late at night, after the brief meeting, Pu Yantong sat alone in the room, smoking non-stop, with a mountain of cigarette butts in front of him. Song Wenbin saw him like this and didn't bother him.
When Song Wenbin woke up the next morning, he saw Pu Yantong sitting beside his bed, holding his Huawei mobile phone in his hand, stunned.
Song Wenbin sat up slightly and asked vaguely: "What are you doing sitting here? Why are you holding my phone?"
Pu Yantong looked at Song Wenbin, his eyes were bloodshot after not sleeping all night.
In the dim light of the morning light, Pu Yantong looked at Song Wenbin's face and said softly: "Brother...I figured it out..."
Song Wenbin looked at him inexplicably and said, "What have you figured out...Hurry up and rest..."
"It is impossible for the transfer bureau to stop..." Pu Yantong said softly: "Now we are on the rise. If this momentum stops, we will soon be replaced by other sects..."
Song Wenbin was so excited that he lost all sleep. He sat up straight and asked, "Pu Yantong, didn't you listen to what I said before? We need to keep a low profile!"
"Brother, I know, the Chinese always say that a man can bend and stretch. But this is Seoul, and I know some of the rules better than you. But don't worry, we will protect your safety no matter what, just like no matter what, you are The absolute core of the transfer bureau is the same." Pu Yantong said softly.
After saying that, without waiting for Song Wenbin to respond, he stood up decisively and walked out of the door with Song Wenbin's mobile phone.
Song Wenbin stood up and hurried to the door, trying to catch him. However, when he reached the door, two key people stopped Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin's eyes widened and he was about to get angry. However, the two backbones in front of him knelt down before he could speak.
Song Wenbin was stunned. He felt cold for a moment. The changes and development of things had exceeded his expectations. Some things he created personally began to be beyond his control, and were ready to move in this strange land.
He stopped talking. These backbones didn't understand Chinese. Even if they did, he had already said what he needed to say. If they didn't listen, what could he do?
Song Wenbin sat on the sofa and looked at the clock on the wall quietly, as time passed by. Until the afternoon, Pu Yantong did not come back, and he could not go out.
No matter what he wants to do, the backbones will immediately notice that he wants food. There was food immediately, if he wanted wine, there was wine immediately, and he had no doubt that if he wanted women, these people would get him two women immediately.
But he was not allowed to go out until he came to the door and showed that he wanted to leave. The guard at the door will immediately kneel down and neither beat nor scold. ….
And he couldn't even get in touch with the people on the program team. Photographers were no longer allowed to enter the room to shoot, and the Internet in the room was disconnected by Pu Yantong.
The eerie silence lasted late into the night.
At four o'clock in the morning, Pu Yantong came back.
Dragging his tired body and several skeleton staff, he left the car and entered this temporary office location.
Song Wenbin looked at him. He was covered in blood, and the pungent smell of blood rushed straight to his forehead.
Seeing him like this, Song Wenbin's face turned completely cold, and he didn't want to say a word to Pu Yantong anymore.
Pu Yantong came to him, knelt on the ground and said, "Brother, we will no longer receive death threats in the future."
"I am not your elder brother." Song Wenbin said coldly, "You are not my friend either. Our fate has ended."
Pu Yantong was stunned. He looked at Song Wenbin. He didn't know what to say for a moment and just choked. After choking for a while, seeing Song Wenbin not looking at him, he took a deep breath and said, "Although we will not be threatened for the time being, it is no longer safe here. Brother, I think we should stay in Jiulong Village for a while. time."
Song Wenbin looked at the ceiling and sneered: "I asked you to make the decision, but you didn't make the decision, and now you are making your own decisions."
"Because then the eldest brother will leave us." Pu Yantong said softly.
"Do you think you can lock me in a cage?" Song Wenbin said lightly.
"I don't want to restrict you, brother. Seoul is really different from China. It seems safe here, but it just looks safe. I
So scared that something will happen to you. "
"Do you know what I'm most afraid of? What I'm most afraid of now is you." Song Wenbin said.
Pu Yantong shook his head: "Brother, you wrongly blamed me. I will never hurt you. No matter who wants to hurt you, they must step over my body first."
After saying that, Pu Yantong was about to help Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin avoided his hand and said calmly: "I can walk on my own, so stay away from me. I don't like the smell of blood."
Pu Yantong was silent. He went to the toilet to wash himself and changed his clothes. However, when he came out again, Song Wenbin didn't give him a good look. The former eldest brother no longer had a warm smile, but only endless alienation.
Pu Yantong silently walked to the door and opened it for Song Wenbin.
Under the escort of his younger brother, he came to the door. Here he heard a strange Cadillac, and he didn't know where Pu Yantong got it.
Han Gaoen stood by the car door and opened it for Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin looked up and saw that the two photographers from the program team who had been following him were separated by a few backbones fifty meters away. They were not allowed to near.
Song Wenbin looked at the white Cadillac car seat, turned to look at Pu Yantong, and said, "Give me your phone."
Pu Yantong gave the phone to Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin took a look and found that the card was removed as expected.
"Let's go, brother." Pu Yantong said.
"It's really yours." Song Wenbin said, he got into the Cadillac and began to close his eyes and rest. .
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