The braided man just raised his knife, but before he could slash it at Du Yongxiao, Du Yongxiao had already taken out a gun from the closet.
The gun was placed in the closet without even a holster. After Du Yongxiao caught it, he loaded it directly!
Click!
The firing pin makes a crisp sound.
The gun was pointed at the braided man's head.
boom!
There was a gunshot.
The man with braids was holding a machete and was frozen in place.
A moment——
His body swayed and he fell backwards holding the machete!
Peng!
Rushed on the street.
"Killed!"
"Dead people!"
There were constant screams in the locker room.
Du Yongxiao gasped, holding the gun, with veins on his forehead exposed, looking at the motionless man with pigtails on the ground.
Until there were footsteps outside.
Beard Yong, they arrived with eight taels of gold.
He looked at the braided man on the ground, and then at Du Yongxiao standing there holding a gun in both hands, breathing heavily.
"Brother Xiao, are you okay?" Hu Xiuyong stepped forward and asked.
Du Yongxiao breathed out, "It's okay!" Then he pointed to the dazed boy lying on the ground, "He was the one who saved me and sent him to the hospital!"
"Okay, Brother Xiao!"
Beard Yong asked someone to help Little Dulu and leave.
He turned around and asked Du Yongxiao: "Do you want to go to the hospital too?"
"Should I go to the hospital? No, I still have an important date!" Du Yongxiao clenched the revolver with a sinister look, "I want to see that Bengya talent!"
…
Ruyi Building, Haitang Hall.
"Begonia Sleeping in Spring" is hung in the most conspicuous place.
"Old Ding, why are you free to come here today?" The restaurant owner is Beng Yacai's younger brother in the club. When he saw Beng Yacai, he brought people over for dinner. He looked flattering and looked more affectionate than meeting his own father.
"We've made an appointment to have dinner!" Beng Yacai said calmly.
"If you had told me earlier, I would have given you a better room."
"This Begonia Hall is pretty good!" Beng Yacai clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the picture of Begonias, and said with elegant taste: "I particularly like this painting, it has a good artistic conception. Begonias sleep in spring, and people are more delicate than flowers."
"Lao Ding is really sharp. He can see through the artistic conception of this painting at a glance." The boss gave a thumbs up only after giving a thumbs up.
Beng Ya only got used to being praised by others, and it felt very comfortable.
The boss asked the waiter to help Beng Yacai prepare fruits, snacks and clean the tea set.
Beng Yacai's "three generals of Sangmen" followed him, Sang Biao stayed beside Beng Yacai, protecting him closely, while Sang Bo and Sang Gou were outside, waiting closely.
Not long after the boss went outside, he personally brought a little girl who sang over. He came up to Beng Yacai and said, "This little girl is pretty good, with a beautiful voice and look!"
Beng Yacai was originally an old pervert. Hearing this, he looked at the little girl and saw that she was wearing a double bun. She was at least sixteen or seventeen years old. She looked extremely handsome, with big black and white eyes, and a small waist. At this moment, she had both hands in her hands. Standing outside the door of the elegant room with his pipa in his arms, looking timid.
"Not bad, really good." Beng Yacai stared at the little girl.
"I want to hear you sing, why don't you thank me quickly?" the boss scolded.
"Thank you!" The little girl first knelt down deeply and saluted Beng Yacai, and then said timidly. Although the voice was very small, it carried a naturally soft and charming flavor.
This little girl is a new recruit of the restaurant. According to her, she is not a prostitute because her family is short of money and she has three younger brothers and sisters to support. In addition, her mother has lung disease and she coughs all day long and takes medicine, so she has to give up her career. Show your head.
The little girl saw that Beng Yacai was older than her father, and she saw him staring at her with a leering look, looking a little embarrassed.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen is good, it's in bud, just like a flower bud." Bengya took an apple from the fruit plate, rubbed it casually on his hand, then clicked it and took a bite, "How much money did you earn today? "
“Sometimes more, sometimes less.”
"What's the most?"
"A hundred at most." The little girl said, "It's mainly the rewards from the guests."
Bengya nodded, "I know that. You usually get one yuan for short songs and three yuan for long tunes. One hundred yuan is enough for you to sing more than thirty long tunes -"
As he spoke, Bengya took out three hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and hung them on the table. "See if you can do it. Let's sing a song first."
The boss hurriedly urged the girl: "Look how lucky you are, three hundred yuan, it's all yours when it's done! Why don't you start work as soon as possible?"
The little girl walked over quickly, saluted Beng Yacai again, and then sat on the stool in the corner reserved for actors. She did not start in a hurry, but waited for the waiter to make the tea, then exited and closed the door from the outside. Only then did he spread out his fingers and play them up and down on the pipa.
Beng Yacai squinted his eyes, sat on his seat, ate an apple and said, "Let me think about it, what should I sing? Yes, I'm in a good mood today, sing "Emperor's Flower" for me."
"Uh, how could--" The little girl was stunned.
"Emperor's Flower" is a very famous Cantonese song, but the content is rather sad, so few guests will order this song when entertaining guests.
"Okay, boss!"
The little girl responded softly,
Then the sound of pipa sounded, and Beng Yacai kept time on his legs in time with the music.
When the prelude was played like flowing water, the girl opened her lips and spoke, her voice soft and long: "The sky is full of falling flowers, blocking the moonlight. I borrow a cup and put it on the phoenix platform. The emperor's flowers are filled with tears and I offer incense. I wish I could die to thank my parents..." "
"Okay! Good singing!" Bengya opened his eyes, "This song of yours just fits my mood! Someone is going to rush to the street, and I want to rush to the street today. I want to thank the sky for my wine, and the sky has opened my eyes today!" "
Hearing this, the little girl was about to continue singing when Bengya said: "No need to sing anymore, come here and say a few words to me!"
The little girl was a little timid, but she had to get up and step forward to this old man who was older than her father.
"Come closer, why are you scared?" Beng Yacai said with a smirk on his face.
The little girl had to bite her lip and take a step forward again.
"That's right, I won't eat you!" Beng Yacai reached out and pulled the little girl onto his lap.
"No!" the little girl exclaimed.
"What don't you want? I'm in a good mood today. As long as you feel comfortable serving me, three hundred and five hundred won't be a problem!"
Only then did Beng Ya want to move his hands, but the little girl avoided him and wouldn't let him touch her.
"Ma De, don't be disrespectful!" Beng Yacai was angry, "I see you because you are lucky, don't keep struggling in vain!" As he spoke, he tried hard to pull the little girl into his arms.
"Come on, you and I celebrate, celebrate the untimely death of that guy on the streets -"
As soon as Beng Ya finished speaking, he heard someone at the door saying, "Who died young?"
While talking, the door opened.
Sang Bo and Sang Gou who were guarding the door were pushed in with guns pointed at their heads. Behind them, Hu Yong and Ba Liang Jin surrounded Du Yongxiao in a majestic manner.
"Master Cai, you are in a good mood. If you go to the pier, you will go to the pier. You are in a mood where the pear blossoms outweigh the begonias!" Du Yongxiao smiled.
Bengya was so shocked that he couldn't believe his eyes.
Sang Biao, who was responsible for protecting Beng Yacai in the room, was about to draw his gun when a gun was put on his head: "Be careful of the fire!"
Looking at that person again, it turned out to be the little girl who played the pipa just now.
The little girl was smiling now, not as timid as before.
She looked at Du Yongxiao and said, "Sir, Huang Ying is reporting to you!"
(End of chapter)
