Not long after the madam left, the casino was filled with people.
"Brother Wei, there are a lot of women outside, saying you asked them to come." A horseman knocked on the door and came in.
Chen Zhengwei got up and left the office. He saw seven or eight women standing in the casino. Most of them were around 20 years old. Their clothes were relatively simple. They were all made of ordinary cotton. They were not pretty. But in Chinatown, even the mother Pigs are all pretty, let alone so many women.
The horse boys in the casino couldn't move their eyes away.
"Master Wei!" Chen Zhengwei felt much more comfortable among the group of warblers.
"Do you know what I asked you to do?" Chen Zhengwei asked.
"Master Wei, we know, we just don't know if we can do it well!" Several women were also a little uneasy. After all, although they were also skilled workers, technology was different from technology.
"From now on, your income will come from the money lost by gamblers. Practice more by yourself, and bring a few people to pretend to be gamblers and let them practice. This is called pre-job training!"
Chen Zhengwei glanced around and saw a woman inside. She looked the youngest, with fair skin and good looks. Her face was a little childish, her eyes were very clean, and she was tall, about 1.6 meters tall.
It was one of the most outstanding-looking women he saw when he went there last time.
Sure enough, Hong Ma pushed the woman out and said, "Master Wei, this is Magnolia, do you think it's okay?"
Chen Zhengwei looked down and said calmly: "Stretch out your hand!"
Yu Lan stretched out her hands with some anxiety, and saw that her hands were very thick, with traces of thin cracks on them. It was obvious that these hands had done a lot of hard work and starching.
Chen Zhengwei then confirmed that there was no problem and nodded.
"Stay here first. I'll help you in the casino first, but you don't have to accompany me."
"Why don't you call me?" Hong Ma pushed her, and Yu Lancai said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for taking me in."
Then he pinched his fingers and whispered: "Master Wei, can you call me Wanyun? I don't want to be called Yulan anymore..."
Yu Lan was the name she used in the brothel. Now that she has left the brothel, she naturally doesn't want to use this name anymore.
"The name is quite good!" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. At least it sounds much better than Qiao Niang, Xiu Niang, A Mei and so on.
Chen Zhengwei returned to the office, and Wan Yun followed him in.
"what will you do?"
"Master Wei, I know how to squeeze my shoulders and pat my back, and I know how to serve people!" Wan Yun's voice was soft and waxy, which sounded nice.
Chen Zhengwei felt that she didn't look like she was from eastern Guangdong, but rather from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and her voice was somewhat similar, but this was none of his business and he had no interest in exploring it.
"Come here!" Chen Zhengwei waved to her, waited for her to come over, and reached out to touch her body.
Wan Yun's body trembled and he snorted softly.
Li Xiwen was not far away, turning his head in embarrassment and not daring to look, and his face was a little red.
Wan Yun's body is very soft, with bulges in the places that should be bulges, and has a faint fragrance of powder.
Chen Zhengwei made sure that there were no sharp objects on her body before leaning back: "Press her!"
It has to be said that Wan Yun's hands are quite strong and she can indeed serve others.
"Where did you learn it?"
"When grandpa was still here, he always felt uncomfortable, so I would give him a massage..." Wanyun Rourou said.
When Wanyun said grandpa, the pronunciation was similar to apong, which made Chen Zhengwei confirm his idea that it should be from the Suhang side.
…
The next morning, instead of Chen Zhengwei calling Qiao Niang and Chen Zhengwu, Qiao Niang came to wake Chen Zhengwei up.
"Brother Wei!" Yan Qingyou and several others were waiting at the door.
Several people around Yan Qingyou looked at Chen Zhengwei with even more respect.
It was because Yan Qingyou and Chen Zhenghu brought Chen Zhengwei's words back yesterday. Others knew that Chen Zhengwei had made arrangements for the disabled brothers, and their loyalty level immediately increased.
According to other people's words: "Exchange a few fingers for such a job, and you will be covered for the rest of your life. It's not a loss!"
The rest of these people's lives are tied to Chen Zhengwei. Whoever dares to touch Chen Zhengwei will fight to the death.
A few people walked out of a street, and three strong young men in smart attire walked out of the alley next to them. They stared at Chen Zhengwei with murderous intent in their eyes.
At the same time, the hand behind his back stretched out, and it was the gun in his hand.
The expressions of Yan Qingyou and others suddenly changed.
"Protect Weige!"
"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei's pupils shrank, and without even thinking, a gun appeared in his hand.
Before the three men even raised the guns in their hands, gunfire rang out.
Bang bang! After two gunshots were fired, Chen Zhengwei was already firing while moving his feet to stand behind a horseman.
Two gunmen were shot in the chest on the spot, one fell to the ground, and the other tried to raise the gun, but Chen Zhengwei's figure was no longer in sight.
boom!
There was another gunshot, and the third gunman was shot directly in the head and fell to the sky.
It was almost like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. Before the others could take any action, Chen Zhengwei had already killed two of them. The remaining gunman was also shot, but he still managed to hold on and did not fall down.
Yan Qingyou took out an ax from his waist and rushed towards him.
When he was only two meters away, he smashed the ax directly at the opponent's head. As a result, he missed the opponent and only cut off the opponent's ear.
"boom!"
The gunman fired at Yan Qingyou, but he only had this chance.
Then there was another gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared on the gunman's head.
Chen Zhengwei walked out from behind Ma Zai with a gloomy face and fierce eyes. He first asked Yan Qingyou: "How is it?"
"I was shot in the shoulder, it's nothing serious!" Yan Qingyou gritted his teeth and said, cold sweat breaking out on his head.
Chen Zhengwei had a sullen face, raised his hand and shot the corpse, beating it into a sieve.
"Fuck, send gunmen to ambush me! I really don't know how to write the word "death"!" Chen Zhengwei's eyes were filled with fierceness.
He unhurriedly loaded bullets into the gun and continued to pull the trigger one after another.
There were already some pedestrians on the street at this time. Looking at this scene from a distance, they didn't even dare to get close.
"Brother Wei, I don't know if Danshan Hall sent someone to do it, but it was Li, the fat guy from Ansong Hall!" Yan Qingyou said.
"I'm not a copper button!" Chen Zhengwei looked cold.
Does it matter who did it?
It's not important at all!
Chen Zhengwei resentfully stuffed the gun back into his waist, because this revolver restricted his performance.
If it was a semi-automatic pistol, he could have killed the three gunmen in one confrontation just now.
"Let's go!" Chen Zhengwei cursed and turned around to see that Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu were both frightened, their faces were pale, and there was still a little fear in their eyes.
After all, they haven't experienced anything like this yet.
"It's just a few bastards. Do you want to try shooting?" Chen Zhengwei's face softened slightly and he handed the gun to the two of them.
Chen Zhengwu took a step back in fright, and Chen Qiaoniang stretched out her hand with a tangled expression.
"What a joke! What kind of guns do children play with?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, rubbed Chen Qiaoniang's head, glanced at Chen Zhengwu lightly, and then turned and walked towards the martial arts hall.
"They are bad people..." Chen Qiaoniang pulled Chen Zhengwu behind and said to Chen Zhengwu.
"Yes! I'll get you a gun later for self-defense. You have to be able to protect yourself when you go out." Chen Zhengwei turned around and looked at Chen Qiaoniang with a much gentler look than before.
When he arrived at the martial arts hall, Lin Mingsheng saw the blood stains on Yan Qingyou's body. First he looked up and down at Chen Zhengwu, then Chen Qiaoniang.
"Is the little guy okay?"
When Chen Zhengwei saw this scene, he spat on the ground.
What kind of vision does this old guy have?
Isn’t Chen Qiaoniang more clever and sensible than Chen Zhengwu?
…
After practicing martial arts in the morning, Chen Zhenghu was already waiting outside. When he saw Chen Zhengwei coming out with Li Xiwen, he hurriedly greeted him.
"Brother Wei! Are you okay?"
He just found out that Chen Zhengwei was in hot demand, so he rushed over with his people.
"What can happen to me? Fortune tellers say I can live a long life!"
Chen Zhengwei threw the two little ones to Lin Mingsheng, and first looked at Yan Qingyou. The bags on his shoulders were tightly packed, and there were blood stains oozing from them.
"how do you feel?"
"Mr. Lin said it was no big deal, no bones were injured, and it just passed through here..." Yan Qingyou pointed to a point below his shoulder.
"From now on, that fan stall belongs to you. You will hand over half of the profit every month, and you can keep the rest! I won't give you any salary from now on!"
"Brother Wei, this is too much..." Yan Qingyou was a little surprised.
Although it was just a fan stall, it could earn at least two hundred yuan a month. Chen Zhengwei gave it to him directly with a wave of his hand.
What's more important is not how much money this fan stall makes, but it means that he has his own business, and his status is completely different.
"Take what I give you. I've said it before. I am a person who values fairness. Merits must be rewarded, and misdeeds must be punished!" Chen Zhengwei patted Yan Qingyou on the shoulder and smiled.
This is called buying horse bones with thousands of gold!
Just look at Chen Zhenghu’s envious eyes and you will know.
"You should recover well these two days, and then go back and help me!"
After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he took the people and left.
Li Xiwen followed Chen Zhengwei without speaking, but made up his mind to pick up Chen Zhengwei in the morning.
To prevent this from happening again.
He didn't envy Yan Qingyou for getting a fan stall, but he was not around when Chen Zhengwei met the gunman, and he felt a little guilty.
"In a moment, someone will spread the news that I met the gunman... Have the clothes been ready?" Chen Zhengwei asked as he walked.
"The clothes can be picked up at noon."
Chen Zhengwei nodded, with a fierce light in his eyes.
