Follow the third sister - er, the third aunt.
Turn around a passage usually reserved for internal traffic.
On the way, I met several charming technicians wearing cheongsam.
Seeing the third sister leading the way, Luo Heng didn't show any abnormality to Luo Heng who was covered in blood.
Luo Heng thought to himself, it seems that these people are accustomed to such things, at least this is not the first time they have encountered it...
Uncle Deng, that old guy, is indeed the boss behind the Foshan Club.
Since ancient times, pornography, gambling and drugs have basically been involved in gangs, so that old guy is probably not a good person...
They were probably the ones who took the boxes of cigarettes from the Fuqing Gang's warehouse.
The third sister led Luo Heng to a wing room on the second floor.
Pushing the door open, a refreshing scent of sandalwood hits your face.
When Luo Heng was a wanderer, he entered many large and small halls.
Instinctively, I felt that something was wrong. I wanted to compare it to the faint fishy smell that could not be removed from the ordinary technician's room.
The aroma in this room is so special.
Could it be that Jinlou has become so popular?
Have you started immersive role-playing this year?
Aunt Emei?
"Where is the injury? Can I help you take a look?" After arriving in the room, the third sister's eyes fell on Luo Heng and looked at him carefully.
Luo Heng shook his head: "No injuries, the blood belongs to others."
"Then sit down and let me get you some water to wash up..."
The third sister turned around and went out again, closing the door behind her.
Luo Heng couldn't help but sigh to himself, the level was indeed different.
Look at the professionalism here and they pay a lot of attention to hygiene!
Unlike Changsantangzi, three yuan a time is considered high consumption in Foshan.
Under the management of the same boss, he is still so neglected...
Not long after, the door was pushed open.
The one who came in first was not the third sister.
It was a short man with a stocky build, holding a large basin only one meter in diameter.
Seeing Luo Heng, he said with a teasing smile on his face: "Aren't you a good boy? Why are you so bloody?"
Luo Heng said angrily: "What's wrong with all the blood? It's precisely because I can fight that the blood splattered. If my skills were like yours, Brother Yong, the blood would probably be spilled on others..."
Brother Yong was choked by Luo Heng, but he was not angry.
He put the basin down with a smile and said: "Men, let's wash up. Uncle Deng knows you are here and wants to ask you in person..."
Luo Heng came here originally to find the old guy.
Without wasting any time, he took off his long gown.
At this time, a handkerchief embroidered with two plum blossoms fell out of the clothes.
Luo Heng bent down to pick it up, frowning as he looked at the originally white handkerchief, which was stained with purple-red blood.
Brother Yong grinned at the side: "At first glance, it seems to be the girl's belongings. What are you doing with it in your arms?"
Luo Heng was too lazy to pay attention to him.
First, I put the handkerchief in water and rubbed it. I found that the blood stains were a little lighter, but I couldn't wash it away.
There isn't much 84 to show off these days, so I can't help but have a headache.
If someone asks me this next time, how should I explain it?
After a while, Luo Heng hadn't wiped it clean yet.
The third sister came in from outside again, holding a pile of clothes.
Luo Heng instinctively covered his chest.
The third sister rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "What are you covering up for? It's not like I haven't seen it before..."
Luo Heng was shocked. Could it be that he had experienced sister-in-law role-playing before?
Why is there no impression in the memory?
Based on the experience of the past few days, Luo Heng can quickly recall even if he has some memories that are not deep in his original body, as long as he sees familiar scenes or characters.
But when it comes to role-playing, there really isn’t anything!
At this time, the third sister suddenly reprimanded: "You brat, what are you looking at? If your father hadn't felt that he had been away from home for ten years, he would have been sorry for your mother.
"Now you don't call me Sangu, but Xiaoniang!"
With that said, he took two steps forward and kicked a pair of three-inch embroidered lotus shoes in front of the thick gauze pattern bed to the bottom of the bed.
Luo Heng was ashamed. He really wasn't looking at those small shoes just now, he was just lost in thought.
Luo Heng is not so perverted that he is obsessed with three-inch golden lotus and even thinks about shoes...
etc!
What did she just say?
Luo Heng suddenly came to his senses.
Damn it, there are so many things about the damn old man that you guys don’t know!
Listening to the meaning behind these words, dad actually had an affair with the person who demolished the ancestral hall?
"Boy, don't think too much. Although your father is no longer here, our old guys in Jinlou all accepted the love of your Luo family back then.
"We have a life-long friendship with your father. I don't have any bad thoughts towards you. You can treat us as family members."
Brother Yong interjected from the side.
Luo Heng believed that there was something wrong with his words.
How much does Qingfen cost per pound? Not to mention that dad Luo Li was beaten to death by Jinshan Xun, these people did not come forward to take revenge due to the rules of the world.
As for the original body, he was almost deceived into selling it.
Didn’t anyone come forward to say a word?
This time my buddy traveled through time and was really awesome at cheating.
You did show up.
One or two, they are still treated as relatives. There really are such relatives.
Luo Heng wanted to say something, "Fuck you!"
Put on the clothes that the third sister brought.
The style is still a traditional robe and waisted robe, look at what Brother Yong and the others are wearing. Luo Heng thought it might be Jinlou's uniform.
You don't need the clothes from before, Luo Heng still remembered to put away the square handkerchief.
Follow Brother Yong to the Jinlou accounting room.
Uncle Deng was sitting across from Mr. Liu Da in the tent, drinking tea.
Seeing Luo Heng come in, Uncle Deng's mouth crooked and he said casually: "Here he comes? Where did he come back with all the blood?"
This old guy's connections in Foshan have been established for so long.
That alley is only a few hundred meters away from the Golden Tower. How could you not hear the news?
It was clearly staged.
Having just dealt with so many guns, it would be an exaggeration to say that I wasn't nervous.
At that time, the adrenaline secretion was strong and I didn’t feel anything.
As they walked all the way, before they could take a breath, they were stopped and beaten for no apparent reason by Old Ghost Ding.
Said some nonsense.
Luo Heng's mouth was very dry now and he was not polite to him.
He walked forward directly, picked up the teapot himself, and tested the temperature.
He poured most of the pot into the spout.
Then he let out a long sigh.
He smiled and said: "Uncle Deng, you came to me to ask me this nonsense, right?"
Sure enough, Uncle Deng glared at Luo Heng when he saw him like this. No longer asking about this matter, it is obvious that he already knows what is going on.
He shook his head and said: "Tomorrow is Mr. Gong's retirement ceremony. What exactly do you think? Do you want to compete for fame?"
Luo Heng asked back: "What if it doesn't? So what if it does?"
Don't wait for Uncle Deng to speak.
Mr. Liu Da across the table put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "Xiao Luo Heng, you are our nephew and one of our own.
"If you want to fight for this title, just say it directly. No matter if we betray our old faces, fight with our old bones or fight with others, we will definitely help you."
Uncle Deng took over the conversation and said: "If you don't want it, it's easy to handle. Go back and pack up, and get on the boat to the Magic City tomorrow. Someone will pick you up over there..."
These old guys, you said something to me.
It seems that the rest of the matter has been arranged.
Luo Heng secretly cursed again. Are these guys really buddies or are they the same young fools they used to be...
But looking at them like this, they don’t seem to have any ill intentions, right?
Could it be that I misunderstood them by judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart?
wrong!
We can't have any illusions about these old foxes.
Luo Hengke remembered the time when Lao Deng promised him to spend the night in Jinlou, but ended up pretending to be confused and regretting it in front of him.
This is how people are, once they make a mistake, they can no longer have any illusions about them.
We can't be like some people who have to wait until their wives apply for a fitness card and lose their hair before they are completely disappointed!
The hat has taken root on my head, I regret that it is of no use!
We have to be on guard against subtle changes and never give these old guys a chance from the beginning!
Thinking of this, Luo Hengcha put aside the issue of turning on Uncle Deng.
He went straight to the point and asked, "Are you in possession of the things in the dock warehouse?"
