There are no windows or lights in the house, so neither wind nor light can come in. The only light in the center emits a beige color downwards, which can only dispel the limited darkness. The color is clearly warm, but when it shines on the glass surface of the coffee table, it looks so cold. The double-glazed coffee table was spotless, with a single neatly trimmed rose squeezed into a bottle in the center, facing the lamp. There is a bamboo tube turned upside down next to the vase. The rose was like a burning fire, but still and cold.
He kept his head lowered, sweating heavily on the marble floor. Bah, bah. Although the voice was small, it sounded in his ears like thunder. He couldn't tell whether he was hot or in pain - the hot water made the temperature inside the room different from that outside, and the gunshot wound on his leg was always a painful reminder that he was still lucky to be alive. thing.
Fortunately or unfortunately, it's hard to tell.
"The dragon and the phoenix are auspicious... Zhengyang green. It's really weighty when weighed."
The sound came from the front, and he raised his head cautiously. The person opposite the coffee table was sitting on the sofa, and his legs were raised. The red cloth that had been worn made his eyes look like they were burned, and they suddenly lowered. This caused slight tangles in the flesh, causing the wound under the bandage to tingle. He bared his teeth and spat out a few words:
"Nine, Lord Nine..."
The man known only as Master Jiu sank into the leather sofa, making a squeaking sound as he moved comfortably. The rest were standing. There are two people on either side of the sofa, in suits and leather shoes, with their heads held high and their hands behind their backs. One person was not in the team that was chasing him earlier and was a stranger; the other one was the one who shot at him. It is not easy to fit such a body into a decent uniform. He had no doubt that if anyone acted rashly, they would be able to break the shackles of the cloth immediately and cut the person into pieces. He didn't want it to be him.
"It has to be eighty or ninety grams, right? It looks good. Hey, Xiaoqu, come and see how good it is."
Then someone stepped past him from behind, and his walking was so neat that it brought up a gust of wind, which made one of his cheeks feel cold. This is a tall and thin man, wearing only a white shirt and a black vest, with a large ruffle on the front. His full energy makes his age somewhat confusing. Black and white ribbons tied up the ends of his hair. When he bowed respectfully, the ends of his hair fell to his shoulders.
He took the jade pendant from Master Jiu's hand, raised his hand and glanced at the light, then lowered his head again.
"To answer your question: eighty-two grams."
"Oh...this will make those old guys jealous for a while."
Master Jiu responded tepidly, propped himself up, stretched out his hand, and slowly pulled one out of the vase. The shadow briefly rose and fell in front of him, and his heart seemed to be shrouded in majestic clouds, and a dull feeling of suffocation surged out.
The roses in the bottle have no thorns or leaves, except this one, which has a green leaf missing and not cut cleanly. Master Jiu first brought the petals to the tip of his nose and smelled them gently. They were still very fresh. Then he rubbed the leaves with his fingertips, slowly and elegantly.
"They say flowers should be set off by leaves, but I just don't like them. I can't see any green."
There was a short and small sound, and it snapped open. He suspected that he heard it wrong. Before he could figure out what the noise was, a clearer and louder sound soon exploded from his ears, and green residue burst out to his hands. He suddenly raised his head and saw the hand of the man known as Xiaoqu lightly loosened and still hovering on his chest. The jade pendant fell to pieces, like a puddle of white-green water.
The leaves that Master Jiu had just pinched off slowly fell to the ground in front of him.
"No, it doesn't matter if you don't like it!" He crawled over like crazy, put his hands on the coffee table and said, "I'll turn around and tell our boss to let him change! You like gold, silver, flying and swimming, You say it! I can get it all! Even...it's the stars in the sky, I'll pick them for you - I'll pick them for you!"
His trembling upper and lower teeth hit his lips several times, and the smell of blood lingered in his mouth. His hands were clasped in front of him like rodents, and sweat stains left traces of Bai Cen on the glass. His face was even paler, and there were bloodshot eyes. As soon as the people on both sides of the sofa leaned forward, Master Jiu raised one hand without looking back, indicating that they did not need to use force. With the other hand, he leisurely turned the rose clockwise and counterclockwise. Surprise, anger, dissatisfaction, disgust, pity...he could not read any emotion from that face.
"There's no need to go to such trouble. We've just made a phone call. We have to send messages, how tiring it is." Jiuye laid his back on the sofa again and said lazily, "I've been talking all morning and I'm tired too." Qu Luosheng , you can tell it for me."
Qu Luosheng stood up straight. He slightly adjusted the lace on his chest and said in a controlled tone:
"Your boss is not sincere... Master Jiu is not talking about color. He is talking about the fact that this morning, your brothers smashed up the tavern on the east side while Master Jiu was chatting with your boss. Last week Since then, that tavern is considered Master Jiu's business. If you say that your boss doesn't know anything about it, it's really not very convincing. If you don't have the intention of negotiating peace, don't talk about it; if you don't have the sincerity to give a gift, don't give it."
He gripped the edge of the glass tightly and begged with all his strength: "Don't, don't do this...Listen to me, this is all the idea of the superiors, and the people below us are just following orders. You also know that people like us have more destiny than others." You bitch, it's not easy to just make a living..."
"When you said harsh words in the morning, you were more articulate than you are now. Every bottle of those imported foreign wines you smashed cost you a few lives. This is a trivial matter. Ruining the elegance of foreigners is the trouble. - Chamber of Commerce this morning The representative was also present, so your information is not so ill-informed, right? As a result, the excuse for poor reception was made, and Yinshe was asked to apologize. Even though you, Zhengyang Yupei, are the top of several places, this slap on Master Jiu's face is worse than It broke loudly.”
"Foreign representatives... Chamber of Commerce - Yangming Chamber of Commerce?!" He kept shaking his head, "No, I don't know. We really don't know about this... But..."
"okay."
Master Jiu waved his hand, and his words stopped abruptly. Qu Luosheng stepped back with understanding, stood behind him again, and leaned against the wall. Qu Luosheng took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on leisurely, and crossed his arms again, as if everything happening now had nothing to do with him, and he was just a spectator under the stage.
After inspecting the smooth branches of the rose, the flower holder nodded with satisfaction. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Compared with the predecessor with debris on the floor, the flower arrangement in his hand is more interesting to Master Jiu.
He heard a slightly regretful voice: "It's still too expensive. If you ask me, one of these dragons and phoenixes is enough."
He wanted to say, "I don't understand what you mean," but he was frightened and lacked the courage. He didn't know Master Jiu's methods, and precisely because he didn't know, it was more terrifying than knowing. He only heard people say that the current boss of Yinshe was extremely sinister. He was the ninth eldest son in the Zeng family. With his surname, he was called "Yinjiuye". But when he actually saw the person, from the perspective of "judging a person by his appearance", he knew that this was not the face of an evil ghost Rakshasa, and he was less frightened. Until now, he still held on to a trace of naive hope: maybe the shot in his leg was just a matter of his subordinates following the rules.
Maybe it was really too hot in the room. Master Jiu moved the cold rose from one side of his face to the other side and put it on it, and said in a harmonious voice:
"Oh... I see you're scared. I'm just teasing you, don't take it seriously. What's the point of me making things difficult for the big boss's minions? I can't just be bored to relieve my boredom. If I have some time, I'll go out and play chess and cards. Wouldn’t it be better to roll the dice? By the way, have you ever come to our place to play?”
"No……"
"That's such a pity. If you live in Yaozhou, you should come to our place and have a good time. In this way, we bet. There are two dices in the dice cup on the table. You roll them. Usually it is not seven. Is it a limit? If the total is exactly seven, I'll let you go. But if it's more than seven... you have to go see your brothers. You only have one chance."
He was shocked.
Cold sweat seeped down from his forehead again, and he even felt that his entire back was soaked. This just happened the moment Jiuye finished speaking. Even the injury on his leg no longer hurt, and he was left with only numbness. He pulled stiffly on his hardened body, moved his knees staggered, and stretched out his trembling hands to reach the bamboo tube in front of him.
He opened it first to confirm that there were indeed two dice inside, one was three and the other was four, which happened to be seven. He was good at playing dice, but he was too nervous. His hands were sweaty and he couldn't hold the dice cup. Because he was really scared, he was shaking so hard that a dice rolled down from the dice cup that was not tightly covered and ran under the sofa where Master Jiu was sitting.
How dare he pick it up? The cloud that pressed against my heart seemed to increase in weight, becoming heavier as time went by. Master Jiu didn't say anything. He could only hold the dice cup cautiously and cautiously, and raised the bamboo tube tremblingly. It is like a stone weighing a thousand kilograms.
When he saw six densely packed dots, his mind buzzed.
It’s over, there’s no hope. How could it be less than seven? How could it be...
He didn't dare to uncover it, and only looked at the person opposite with painful and desolate eyes. His desperation revealed too much. Jiu Yedan calmly crushed the rose with one hand, and the red liquid slowly wormed out from between his fingers.
This is an ominous sign.
His survival instinct made him ignore the severe pain of the wound. He stood up suddenly and tried to rush out of the room. But when he only raised the front half of his body, Qu Luosheng stepped forward, grabbed his arm with one hand, pressed the back of his head with the other, and slammed him against the coffee table.
The glass exploded with a bang, scattering pieces all over the floor. The loud noise made the two people behind the sofa subconsciously take a step back, but Dujiuye seemed indifferent as if he didn't hear it. Just this time, the man stopped moving completely, and red and black blood slowly spread along the cracks in the broken glass. Water spreads from the broken vase, diluting the thick liquid.
The man on the sofa bent down and held the die firmly between his two fingers, making sure that the side facing up was always facing up.
"Oh, what a shame."
The bright red spot between his fingers was as dazzling as a drop of blood.
