Chapter 65: Me in Dilemma
"It's really business. Millennium girl is seriously injured and can only stay in the hospital for a while. I have no other resources. I still ask you to take care of me. The most important thing is to prevent killers." I requested.
"Excuse me, when did I become your mistress's bodyguard? Have you forgotten that my duty is to see that you don't escape?" the deputy warden complained.
"I owe you a favor. Please, Millennium Girl is innocent." I begged.
"Even if I want to help you, in fact, I really can't help you, can I?" the deputy warden said.
"I'll go back to Vietnam first, and you can stay here for a few more days to ensure the safety of Millennium Girl. Is that okay?" I said.
"You think this will be enough, but it's just too much thought." said the deputy warden.
"You don't think I will run away, do you? If I really want to run away, there are ten thousand ways and opportunities. If I had run away long ago, I would not have to wait until now." I explained.
"What do you mean, you underestimate my ability?" The deputy warden was unconvinced.
"To tell you the truth, have you ever heard of this man who hides his sword in his smile?" I asked.
"I heard a little bit that he was a flower-picking thief, but it was a legend a long time ago. What happened?" asked the deputy warden.
"I don't want to hide it any more now, just down here." I said.
The deputy warden looked at me several times with suspicion.
All of a sudden, he made a move on me.
Although it was a sneak attack launched by the deputy warden, I easily avoided it.
In the flash of lightning, the deputy warden's strikes were all his favorite military fists or grappling hands, but they didn't take any advantage of me, so I still had my hands behind my back.
If you continue to compete, you will be humiliating yourself. This is the end of the martial arts competition.
The deputy warden finally lamented that I pretended to be so serious.
I explained: "If I didn't have some foundation in martial arts, how could I have been able to roam the world for more than ten years? I retired on my own."
The deputy warden was already scolding me secretly. You are the flower-picking thief that everyone wants to kill. You just lament that your skills are not as good as others. otherwise……
"I'm asking you for the last time. Help me this time," I said.
"Do you really think the warden will allow you to go back alone?" the deputy warden said. The implication was clear, he couldn't make a deal. Maybe I really cared too much about the safety of Millennium Girl, and in my desperation, I was careless and thoughtless.
I was stuck in a difficult situation and didn't know what to do.
"It's not impossible to help you. I have a good relationship with a classmate whom I met when I was studying abroad in China. Maybe he can protect the safety of Millennium Girl on my behalf," the deputy warden said.
Upon hearing this, I was overjoyed and quickly handed over to the deputy warden.
"However, this classmate of mine may not be in the local area. I need to make a phone call to discuss it with him first." said the deputy warden.
"It's understandable. Is your classmate reliable? How capable is he?" I asked.
"He is a special policeman, what do you think?" the deputy warden asked.
I finally understood something.
The deputy warden was once an elite member of the special forces. He studied abroad in China, and of course he majored in military matters. Of course, the classmates he knew were either police officers or soldiers.
But I killed a lot of damned people today and asked the special police to intervene in this matter to protect Millennium Girl from being assassinated. Can I still get away?
I didn't need to think too much: "Forget it, I won't use it." I refused.
"Then how do you explain to Millennium Girl?" Now it was the deputy warden's turn to ask me.
If I were a real scumbag, I could have given up on Millennium Girl and left to take care of myself. But if I stayed to protect Millennium Girl, wouldn’t I be a scumbag? No. I don’t still have a nominal wife named Qian Yingying. For the sake of Xiaosan's life, regardless of his own predicament. Isn't he still a scumbag? Besides, doesn't the deputy warden hate me, a flower-picking thief, for causing trouble to women from good families?
Indeed I was in a dilemma at this time.
I thought about it for a moment and then said: "Let's do this, give me one day, it only takes one day. No matter my success or failure, within this day, you must protect the safety of Millennium Girl."
"I can agree to this, but what will you do one day later?" The deputy warden is not afraid to ask me difficult questions.
"I'll find another way. You don't have to worry about it." I replied, "Don't worry about where I go or what I do during this day." I said.
"Okay, I can't seem to stop you, right." The deputy warden said this with a slightly sour feeling.
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"I want to see you, just tomorrow." I called alone in a secluded place.
"Okay, you can come to my headquarters tomorrow." An old voice replied on the phone.
In an urban area with many high-rise buildings, the office building where Qian's Group is located is unconventional, with a height of more than 100 floors.
The elevator I took was the personal elevator of Chairman Qian's Group and could only go directly to the Chairman's office on the top floor. There are two gold-medal first-class bodyguards guarding the ground floor.
The so-called exclusive means that it only serves the chairman of the Qian Group. If anyone else wants to take this elevator, sorry, they must get the approval of the chairman.
I just want to take a ride in this elevator today and feel what it means to be exclusive.
The gold-medal bodyguard in front of the elevator didn't make things difficult for me. It was obvious that he had received permission from the chairman.
When I reached the top floor, I realized that the chairman was very concerned about his own safety. There were four strong personal bodyguards guarding the elevator door, and they conducted a strict body search on me as I just got off the elevator. Modern metal detectors and other equipment are a must.
Accompanied by two bodyguards, he knocked on the door of the chairman's office.
No need to describe too much how luxurious and grand the chairman's office is.
Chinese-style mahogany furniture embodies antique flavor and is unconventional at the same time.
The air is filled with a strong aroma of tea. It is definitely the best Jin Junmei among the lapsang souchong produced in Tongmu Village in Wuyi Mountain.
Mr. Qian, the chairman of the Qian Group, is sitting behind a large desk, carefully cooking the best Jin Junmei.
The top-grade Jin Junmei, which is worth more than 6 figures per pound, must be matched by a Jianzhan tea set with a simple and vigorous shape.
No need for too much greetings, the old man from the Qian family said to me calmly: "Sit down."
I didn't say anything after I sat down, and watched the old man from the Qian family cooking the tea attentively.
After a while, the old man from the Qian family, who was an excellent tea artist, pushed a cup of freshly brewed Jin Junmei in front of me.
"I want to..." What I wanted to say was stopped by the majestic eyes of the old man of the Qian family.
In such a simple and elegant environment, the old man of the Qian family showed off his tea skills in person, brewing the rare and top-quality Jin Junmei. I actually didn't take it or drink it, and I wanted to say something. This was too disrespectful to the old man of the Qian family. Save your face.
I can only drink this cup of Jin Junmei.
The old man from the Qian family asked: "How do you feel?"
I replied truthfully: "Not satisfactory."
Is there any mistake? The top-quality Jin Junmei worth hundreds of thousands per pound, tastes unsatisfactory in my mouth. Do you suspect that my taste is very bad?
The best Jin Junmei has always been favored by high-end consumers for its elegant aroma and mellow taste. To say the least, I am like a turtle eating barley and cannot taste the mystery. This is the outstanding tea art of Chairman Qian's Group. When cooking something, don’t look at the monk’s face and the Buddha’s face, but you should also flatter him and praise him a few times.
It can be seen that not only do I have poor taste and low emotional intelligence, I am also very low.
Chapter 66: I was finally plotted
