Liu Fugui lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said four words: "Let's go home!"
"Go home?" Liu Yunpeng turned his head and glanced at Liu Fugui inexplicably. The factory was lost, where would his home come from?
"Yes, go home!" Liu Fugui repeated affirmatively.
"But, Dad, where do we have a home now? Do you mean to go back to our own home?"
"Yeah! Go back to your home!" Liu Fugui seemed to be thinking very hard, and even answered absent-mindedly.
"Then which home should we go back to?" It is quite normal for a big tycoon to have several houses under his name, let alone a rich man like Liu Fugui.
For people like them, in the eyes of people like them, a house that an ordinary person would have to be extremely poor to afford is nothing more than hair plucking.
Therefore, it is normal for Liu Yunpeng to be confused about which home Liu Fugui said he would go to.
"villa!"
"Don't...villa?" Liu Yunpeng said noncommittally.
"Yeah!" Liu Fugui snorted. In fact, Liu Fugui was helpless when it came to choosing to go to the villa. If he was the only one to survive, he would definitely not choose this kind of life of being dependent on others.
Thinking about what kind of hard life he had never experienced back then, it was precisely because of the past that he couldn't bear to look back on that he had developed his indifferent character today.
What's more, in today's world, it is so easy to find a place to live. The only difficulty is how to live safely.
However, he can live like this without any scruples, but as for Liu Yunpeng, should he let his son continue to live in fear like this in the days of today and no tomorrow? This is absolutely unacceptable to Liu Fugui, who loves his son as much as his life.
That's why he decided to put down his dignity and try his luck at the villa, hoping that the other party would accept them as father and son.
"But dad, will the people in the villa agree to us staying?" Liu Yunpeng had doubts about this. After all, they are not relatives, and in this world, one more person equals more food. If it were him, , he would definitely not accept and support an outsider so generously.
What's more important is not long ago. He also had a conflict with the other party because of Yang Xue's matter. It can be said that he was quite arrogant and slandered the other party at the time, so... he really regrets his immature behavior now.
"It shouldn't be a big problem. The people in the villa are not too bad in terms of character. In short, just go to the destination and act according to the situation!" Liu Fugui doesn't know the difficulty and truth of this, but at this moment he has no choice except the villa. Besides, he really has no other allies to whom he can rely.
But in the final analysis, he was still very glad that he decided to establish a trading channel in the first place. If it weren't for my wise strategic policy at the beginning. Now I'm afraid I can only take Liu Yunpeng to find another place to live.
Since his father said so definitely, Liu Yunpeng naturally had no objections. He just hoped that everything would go as smoothly as they wished.
Yang Buwei was lying on the sofa with his upper body exposed, and the air conditioner in the room was running at high speed. He didn't care about trivial matters such as waste oil consumption, electricity consumption, and conservation. He had just had a bullet removal operation last night, and the wound on his left arm and shoulder was aching. Liu Fugui's royal doctor was doing the final cleaning for him.
"You fucking can't be gentle, do you want to fucking hurt me to death?"
"Bah!" Dr. Liu didn't know how many times he had been slapped by the other party. This was something that Liu Fugui had never encountered before when he worked under him. But now he dared not speak out in anger, as the pistol in the opponent's hand might shoot him in the head at any time.
Yang Buwei was getting up, and his mood was extremely unstable. How could he not be angry? The arrow wound on his right arm had not healed yet, and now his left shoulder was hit by a bullet.
And the initiator of all this seemed to him to be the simple-minded and well-developed Herrey.
At this time, Herrey was sitting calmly on one side of the room, with a cigarette hanging in his mouth and constantly puffing on it. The ashtray beside the table was filled with cigarette butts. He was also very depressed, seeing that he was about to get the fat sheep. He just ran away under the eyes of all of them.
This is simply a joke to his grandma. And he felt that the person who caused the current situation was Yang Buwei, who was recovering from his injuries.
The two people in the room have their own thoughts. After the incident of Liu Fugui's escape just now, they are now complaining about each other in their hearts, and no one looks down on the other.
When Yang Buwei thought about He Lei's attitude of not caring about himself and his own death. He was very angry, and finally, stimulated by the pain of his injury, he broke out.
"Herei, what the hell do you want me to say to you? What did Boss Chun give you? You've agreed to everything and wait until he comes back to deal with Liu Fugui. Damn it, you are better off. Are you relieved of your hatred this time? Are you happy to let others run away? Damn it. Your uncle, you still hurt me like this!"
He Lei's temper was well known to everyone, how could he endure being insulted by Yang Buwei by name? He jumped up from his seat and hit back with his hands on his waist: "Damn it, did I hurt you like this? You blame me for your own incompetence. If you, the idiot, hadn't allowed Liu Fugui to kidnap Na Si, you would have let Na Si run away? I think you deserved to be shot!"
"What! What are you talking about!" Yang Buwei pushed away Dr. Liu, who was still bandaging his wounds, and waved the gun in front of Herley while yelling: "You fucking idiot said that I deserved to be shot? You fucking idiot Say it again if you have the guts!"
This time He Lei chose to remain silent. Although he had a hot temper, he was not stupid enough to curse at a man holding a gun. Seeing that the other person was silent, Yang Buwei became more energetic. He insulted He Lei even more wantonly: "Why? Stop talking. Did that dog just say that I’m afraid of death? That’s what you said!”
He Lei suppressed his anger, and Yang Buwei kept slapping him in the face with the cold gun: "He Lei, you fucking think of yourself as a person, you are just a P, you are just the one Liu Fugui used to raise. A dog that has always been abandoned. Now that we have taken you in, are you going to be a dog? Remember this, a dog will always be a dog! No matter how loud it barks, it will still be a dog after all. !”
dog! This word is like a powerful blade piercing He Lei's chest, yes! Who do you think you are? He spent so much effort to help the other party take over the factory, but in the end he was called a dog.
The frequency of Herre's chest rising and falling became more and more erratic. Yang Buwei's words made him realize a truth. After today's incident, he should not even think about getting any advantage from the other gang. It is estimated that when Boss Chun comes back, what awaits him is severe offense and even death. .
Yang Buwei was still chattering endlessly. Herley stared at him, the sounds in his ears getting quieter and quieter, and all he could see in his eyes was the other person's mouth moving faster and faster. Strong murderous intent surged throughout his body.
Yang Buwei didn't notice the changes in He Lei at all. At this moment, he was selflessly absorbed in the pleasure of humiliating the other party.
Silly B, idiot, and useless words came out of his mouth one after another, and just when he was about to slap He Lei in the face with the barrel of the gun again, He Lei moved. With the force of thunder, he clamped Yang Buwei's wrist, making the latter unable to move.
"What the f*ck are you going to do? Let me go!" Yang Buwei finally noticed something was wrong with He Lei. His red eyes were instantly harmful. He was stunned and wanted to retreat timidly, but was stopped by He Lei. Lei was firmly controlled in place.
"You... don't mess around, T... TMD if anything happens to me, you won't be able to reap the consequences..." (To be continued.)
