"God is kind to you, so I will spare your life today. I hope you will abandon evil and do good, go home and find an honest man to marry!"
Fan Tong covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing, and followed him out of the alley quickly.
Wang Xue picked up the Eight-Zhan Dao that fell on the ground, followed quickly, looked at the Range Rover at the entrance of the alley, and suddenly understood: "You are the young master of Kyoto."
Ye Qing turned around, leaned against the car door, and smiled at her: "It's not too stupid!"
"You scared me to death just now!" Wang Xue did not cry after fighting to the death with several bounty hunters.
But after knowing his true identity, he threw the Eight-Zhan Dao away and squatted on the ground crying.
Ye Qing quickly got into the car and urged: "Hurry up!"
The young man from northern Myanmar was dumbfounded: "Ignore her."
Ye Qing pressed the window of the car and said with a smile: "Someone is hurting a woman who can cry, why don't you go and comfort her."
Although the young man from northern Myanmar did not witness the fierce battle just now, there was still blood on the blade of the Eight-Zhan Dao she threw to the ground.
As soon as you twist the accelerator, the bike goes off without any hesitation.
As soon as the motorcycle engine rang, Wang Xue knew something was wrong. Although this boy saved his life, Wang Xue knew that something was wrong.
But there was no gentlemanly manner at all, and he almost scared himself to death.
Seeing himself crying, he refused to hand over a tissue, but the driver quickly drove off.
She scurried up and stopped in front of the car, staring with red and swollen eyes and curling her aggrieved red lips.
Wang Jian was also a guy who didn't understand the charm. He stuck his head out of the car window and gave Wang Xue a bared smile: "Believe it or not, I will put you on the front of the car."
Wang Xue straightened her small waist and trembling breasts, and said disdainfully: "If you have the guts, just hit me to death."
Wang Jian stretched his hand out of the car window, and the dark muzzle of the Type 92 gun was aimed at her...
Wang Xue didn't expect that a driver was carrying a gun. This was northern Myanmar. He killed someone and threw it into the Yingjiang River. He didn't know it, and he was so frightened that he took two steps back.
The Range Rover drove past Wang Xue. Ye Qing pressed the window glass and said with a smile, "Wang Gui is at the Crown Casino."
Wang Xue was stunned and watched Land Rover drive away.
At the door of the last store on North Street, the young man from Northern Myanmar stopped his motorcycle.
Ye Qing and Fan Tong got off the bus. They were already on the edge of Muse's city. You could even hear the waves of the Yingjiang River, and there were mountains to the left.
"The military government originally wanted to build a stone gambling and jade carving market here, imitating Delong and Jie Gao." Fan Tong glanced around and then said slowly:
“The market was established, but the military government forgot that although Muse and Jiegao were separated by a bridge, they were two completely different worlds.
Although businessmen are seeking profits, they are worried that they will lose their lives if they make money, so no one is willing to come to do business. "
Ye Qing nodded and smiled: "This is because the stone gambling business is absolutely different from other businesses.
Killing animals and cooked animals, turning against one another without mercy. Sister Tenglong sees so many people jumping off the building every year, but not one of them is a novice. "
As he spoke, the smiling old face of the old Kachin thief Sanji appeared at the door of the store: "Welcome distinguished guests!"
“My money is welcome!”
"Even if you have no money, you are still my most distinguished guest!"
Sanji stepped forward and looked at him carefully. Suddenly he smelled the faint smell of blood on his body and his pupils shrank: "You just made a move with someone."
"I met a few blind thieves on the road, so I sent them to see God!"
Sanji looked at his smiling face and sighed, "It seems that northern Myanmar is more suitable for you."
Ye Qing nodded: "I think so too, in China, everything needs to be thought through.
Here, if you can use a gun, you don’t need fists. If you can use fists, you don’t need to worry about your brain. The strong is respected and the winner is king. "
This sentence made Sanji's mouth twitch: "When tigers and wolves enter the hunting ground, they just want to drink blood and eat meat."
He took the lead and led Ye Qing through the shop filled with groceries to the backyard.
The backyard was large, but very quiet. A dozen northern Burmese men holding AK-47s sat on the roof and looked around warily.
In the center of the courtyard, there was a round table made of stone, with a few roughly carved stones scattered around it, which served as stools.
There is tea on the stone table.
Sanji picked up the teapot and poured him a bowl of water. He looked up and saw Fan Tong. He was slightly startled, and then he remembered that Ye Qing still had such a bodyguard.
"Sit together!"
"No, I can just stand." Fan Tong smiled and shook his head in refusal, standing behind Ye Qing like a stone.
Sanji sat down next to Ye Qing and twirled his fingers: "Smoke!"
Ye Qing took the handbag from Fan Tong and took out two boxes of red pandas:
"It's not that I'm stingy as a junior. These are specially brought to me by my family who is worried that I won't be used to Yun Province's cigarettes. I don't have much in stock."
Sanji put both boxes of cigarettes into his pocket. Ye Qing had no choice but to take out another box, put one in his mouth first, and then put the cigarette on the table.
Sanji lit one and took a sip: "Actually, as long as it's not mixed with powder, I can't tell whether it's good or bad.
But what I enjoyed was the feeling of a Chinese official sitting in the office, lighting a red panda, and then started working.
Unlike me, at such an old age, according to Chinese rules, I should have retired long ago to take care of myself.
But for the sake of national freedom, we have to run around and walk through mountains and forests.
Sometimes I have to hold a truck inner tube and soak in the cold river water..."
Ye Qing summarized what he said, and it was a lot of verbosity. There were only four words that were the key points: national freedom.
"You, old man, were born in a place like this simply because you didn't have eyes when you were reincarnated."
Sanji pointed at him and laughed: "You were born in Kyoto, but didn't you also go to northern Myanmar to make a fortune?"
Ye Qing grimaced and took a sip of herbal tea. It tasted sour and sweet. He didn't know what it was made of, but it was quite delicious: "It's just a few broken stones, and you charge a sky-high price for it."
Sanji shook his head and smiled: "A few stones have made your reputation as a golden hand possible.
Sister Delong is now spreading word of mouth that the Golden Hand is the disciple of the Jade Prince, whose skill in looking at jade even surpasses that of the Jade King. "
Ye Qing nodded affirmatively: "In another twenty years, I will definitely be better than Mr. Ma."
Sanji laughed loudly: "Twenty years later, the old horse's bones will be rotten, and Ruili Betting Stone Circle will naturally respect you."
"Senior, you are so complimentary." Ye Qing looked around, wondering why he couldn't get rid of the stone.
However, Sanji was not anxious at all. His old face smiled like a fox: "Xiao Wenzi and I are old friends. When he was in the Huika mining area, he helped me get a few good stones from Xiangyu."
"Before I came to Muse City, Master specifically talked about Senior. He was also grateful for Senior's care back then."
Ye Qing rolled his eyes: "But Master also said that his friends are his friends, and he will not cheat on me just because I am his disciple."
Sanji puffed his beard and stared: "How can the business of betting on stone circles be called a pit!"
