"Yes, of course thank you."
Zhang Zhenhai opened his body and took off his heavy leather jacket: "I graduated from junior high school, Zhang Hanshan didn't finish elementary school. I was a local gangster for the first half of my life, and he was always a sparring partner."
He tilted his head and glanced at me, and said with a smile: "It sounds like he is a sparring partner, but in fact he is just a human punching bag."
"Even though I have some money and a little power, I am actually at the bottom of society."
He opened the curtains and looked out the window: "They say sanitation workers are at the bottom, but their contribution to society is far greater than that of people like us."
"The reason why I say thank you is because you gave us a destination."
I originally thought that he came here to ask me to accuse him, and if he didn't succeed, he would have some strange and strange things.
I never expected that his mind was as broad as his body.
In response, I could only say, "Thank you."
"Your biggest worry before has now been destroyed in the flames. This matter is considered to be over, right?"
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded seriously: "No one can survive that level of explosion."
"good."
Zhang Zhenhai handed his hand in front of me: "The matter is over, but we have to keep in touch with each other as friends."
"good friend!"
"This brother..."
He looked at Ji Canghai: "What do you call him?"
Ji Canghai hurriedly stretched out his hand: "The teahouse waiter."
"The waiter?"
Zhang Zhenhai obviously didn't believe it, he laughed and said: "Professional bodyguard, right?"
"I-I'm such a waiter."
I smiled and gave Ji Canghai a look: "I'm one of my own, it doesn't matter."
He then breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his hand on his body, and stretched it out again: "Erhai, a former Muay Thai fighter."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I called Xiaomei to my side.
"This is my apprentice, a Gu doctor. If any brothers have a headache or fever, just say hello."
Ji Canghai raised his hands and clasped his fists seriously: "I've learned the lesson."
"Um?"
I looked at Ji Canghai in confusion: "When did you know?"
"Just now when we were in the cage."
Xiaomei took over the conversation and said with a hint of pride: "When the bell rang, this big brother was fine elsewhere, but all the veins on his head popped out."
"Although I didn't know the specific disease, I could feel that something was wrong with him, so I planted the poison into his body in advance."
Seeing Xiaomei's pride, all I felt was gratitude.
Zhang Hanshan put an end to this matter with his flesh and blood, but I can honestly say that it was Ji Canghai who decided the fate of life and death.
In that situation, Chen Changming was so confident that Ma Saner didn't dare to cut down with his knife.
It was Ji Canghai who controlled Chen Changming from behind, and Zhang Hanshan finally succeeded.
And the credit for all this is actually Xiaomei’s silent contribution.
If Xiaomei hadn't suppressed Ji Canghai's illness, today would have been a different situation.
The sanitation workers have already started to go to work, and it is already getting late.
I cleared my throat and interrupted a few people: "We've been tired all night, let's take a rest first."
Zhang Zhenhai waved his hand: "Ma San'er, please arrange a room."
It was a lie that he wanted to sleep, but at this juncture, Zhang Zhenhai should be left alone.
He had just lost a brother, and it was really inappropriate for us to be laughing and joking here.
The backyard of Zhenhai Bar is composed of three neat rows of tile-roofed houses, which are usually used as staff dormitories. When a group of us moved in, it didn’t seem crowded.
After such a big incident, no one could sleep well. Ji Canghai and I were lying on the bed making pancakes together, but no one spoke.
I finally made it to the next morning. I finally squinted for a while, and the sound of blowing came in from the window.
Ji Canghai sat up first and turned to look at me: "What are you doing this early in the morning?"
As someone who has worked in a funeral home for many years, I am no stranger to blowing outside the window.
This is a suona song specially used for funerals, called "Crying at the Fifth Watch".
I got out of bed first, turned around and called everyone to wake up, threw away all the colored things on my body, and tried to make my clothes as clean as possible.
After doing all this, I looked back at everyone.
Just at this glance, I felt mixed emotions.
Ji Canghai's cheek was bitten by Chen Changming. Although it was treated by Xiaomei, it was still not completely scabbed. Looking from the side, it looked like he had two mouths.
Ma San'er was originally one-eyed, and the explosion last night broke out a lot of debris, adding a few streaks of red to his already not handsome face.
As for those horse boys, there is no need to say more.
When they ran out of the basement, they were at the back, so naturally they were the most seriously injured.
We have paid too much to kill Chen Changming.
Won, but not worth celebrating.
