After hearing Jin Fuyao's words, Jin Qing stretched out his feet: "Look."
Jin Qing is wearing a pair of flat lambskin shoes, which look no different from other ordinary women's shoes.
Jin Fuyao came to his senses: "What are you looking at?"
Jin Qing shook the toe of his shoe: "I made these shoelaces by my daughter, the lame old Zhang on the street." So they are not much worse than yours.
Jin Fuyao: "..." I don't even know how to answer your words.
Too lazy to talk to Jin Qing anymore, Jin Fuyao quietly turned his gaze to the direction where the bodyguard left: You don't necessarily have to use a knife to kill someone.
As the bodyguard walked out, he rubbed his fingertips, and from time to time he would put his hand on the tip of his nose and smell it, as if the smooth feeling just now was still on his fingertips.
There was a hint of covetousness on the bodyguard's wretched face: Judging from Boss Jin's attitude today, would he have the chance to kiss Fangze?
The bodyguard even hummed a song when he thought of the joy.
Who would have thought that as soon as he walked outside the gate, he saw a man standing in the shadows in the alley in the distance.
The man stretched out his hand and made a few gestures to the bodyguard. The bodyguard's face condensed, he looked left and right, and then trotted towards the man.
The bodyguard ran to the man and stood next to him. He nodded and bowed and said hello to the man: "Sir, if you have anything to do, just ask someone for instructions. Why do you have to come in person?"
This man is the contact person between the bodyguard and No. 76.
The man raised his chin and looked at the bodyguard condescendingly: "I heard someone said that you got Jin Fuyao's high heels today. What did you find?"
He hates Chinese people. Some of them will betray their country and compatriots for so-called benefits.
But other people will fight them to the end because of the so-called national justice.
Of these two types of people, the former disgusted him and the latter bored him.
What annoyed him the most was that there were too many people in China, and it even felt like they were killing more and more.
These people also occupy the vastest land and have inexhaustible resources in their hands.
How could they not be jealous?
Fortunately, they have sophisticated weapons, and so far, most of the Chinese they have encountered do not know how to resist.
As long as they show their weapons, those who are used to being dominated will kneel down in front of them and let them slaughter them.
In order to prevent others from rebelling, they began to try to select some puppets to stand in front of the stage and let these people rule themselves.
But despite this, there are still people who wake up and claim to let them get out of China...
The man stared at the bodyguard with a sinister gaze, not missing any expression on the bodyguard's face.
Someone had already told him what had just happened in the Fortune Flower, otherwise he would not have rushed over to confirm it.
Because he suspected that the person in front of him had revealed their secret to Jin Fuyao.
Stared by the man's scorching gaze, a hint of guilt flashed across the bodyguard's face. He suspected that the man knew about his flirtation with Boss Jin just now.
But this guilty conscience had other meanings in the eyes of the man.
The man's voice remained unchanged, but the hand hidden in his sleeve moved: "Tell me what you discovered."
The bodyguard smiled flatteringly at the man: "I didn't find anything. I've seen it, it's just a pair of ordinary high heels..."
Before he finished speaking, the bodyguard felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and saw that a knife had been inserted into his chest.
The bodyguard was about to speak, but the man covered his mouth and twisted the knife in his hand.
The bodyguard was lying on the ground, his body twitching subconsciously, but he heard the man's voice clearly coming from above him: "How can a woman like Jin Fuyao fall in love with trash like you for nothing."
The man's meaning was obvious. If Jin Fuyao hadn't discovered the identity of the bodyguard, it was because Jin Fuyao had received some benefit from the bodyguard.
If Jin Fuyao is really connected to that organization, the bodyguard's body is their warning.
But if Jin Fuyao is indeed just an ordinary dance hall owner, it doesn't matter.
In Huangpu Beach, people die on the streets every day. Who cares if this bodyguard dies?
The man adjusted the top hat on his head and walked towards the exit on the other side of the alley.
Two people were guarding the exit. When they saw the man coming out, they quickly lowered their heads and called out softly: "Major!"
Major Noda still looked forward and ordered the two of them: "Go back."
One of the men thought for a while and finally said in disapproval: "Major shouldn't act alone. It's too dangerous."
Major Noda snorted coldly: "Are you asking me to do something?"
The subordinate realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly lowered his head and shut up.
Seeing that his subordinates were not talking, Noda did not say anything more and just continued to give instructions: "Keep watching over the shoe stall. I still think there is something wrong with them."
The two men hurriedly agreed to the promise.
Noda tightened his windbreaker, leaving his two men behind and walked towards No. 76 alone.
After the gifts were delivered, he naturally wanted to go home.
Two hours later, someone discovered the bodyguard's body and sent the news to Jin Fuyao's ears.
Jin Fuyao sighed: This is a warning to her.
She just had a few words with this man, and he died. It seems that there are many people like her who are getting two wages!
Thinking of this, Jin Fuyao lit a cigarette.
In the curling smoke, her expression was very obscure, as if she was filled with sadness that was too thick to be resolved.
After night falls, the city becomes more and more lively.
Men who were well-dressed during the day put on comfortable casual clothes, walked on the streets lit by neon lights, entered various shops open at night, and enjoyed the happiness brought to them by this welcoming city.
Seeing that no more business came to his door, the shoe stall owner took two shoe shine boys and returned to his residence carrying shoe shine tools.
After sending the two shoe boys out to eat, the boss took out Jin Fuyao's high heels from the middle of the shoe box. These shoes were exactly the same as the ones on Jin Fuyao's feet.
The boss carefully pulled off the mechanism on the heel and cut out some long and short codes from the padding inside the heel.
Taking out the code book, the boss translated the code, and then his face became very ugly.
Afterwards, he put the shoes back in the tool box, put on a clean robe and went out.
Seeing the boss walking out, one of the children looked up and looked at him: "Old Yasuo, where are you going again!"
The boss raised his hand and patted the kid twice on the head: "Who gave you the courage to take care of me?"
The boy was so frightened by the boss that he shrank his neck and dared not speak.
Watching the boss disappear into the night, the kid who was beaten before said to his companions: "Did old Yasuo go to the opium shop again?"
It is said that their old Yasuo was originally a very wealthy person, but unfortunately, all his wealth was lost in the opium den.
Now I have finally made some money, but I still have to lose it in the opium den.
The companion continued to eat without raising his head or looking up: "What are you thinking about? It would be nice to have something to eat."
In this world, you should take care of yourself first.
