Take off one of his arms, or kidnap a girl.
None of the three men present had any change in their expressions as these harsh words oozed blood from the words.
The underworld,
He is a desperado who will prosper if he follows me, and will perish if he goes against me.
I really thought that after watching a few old-fashioned Hong Kong movies like "A Better Man", I would have thought that the gangsters were all good brothers who were willing to give up money and charity?
During the Spring Festival, I can come to your door with a big bag of money and kind words to say New Year greetings, and I can give you a luxury sports car without even frowning. Then when your whole family is thrown into the Yangon River to feed the fish, the eyebrows will not move at all.
otherwise,
Could it be that with his bald head, he looks kind and kind, as if he runs a charity hall?
Even the deputy police inspector turned a deaf ear to the bald man's words and closed his eyes to rest, as if he was asleep.
"Officer Wu, I already know the matter. Thank you very much for the news. Please contact me. During the Water-Splashing Festival next month, I would like to invite your old man to burn incense at the Shwedagon Pagoda. This year, the Myanmar government renovated and restored the Shwedagon Pagoda. The murals in the pagoda are painted by internationally renowned artists, and they are very beautiful.”
The underworld godfather was not in a hurry to deal with Gu Weijing.
The middle-aged man flipped through the calendar on his desk and casually arranged a time.
Then he pointed at the bald head and said warmly: "The Gu Weijing he mentioned is the young man I have taken a liking to. You might as well take a look at the murals he painted. The colors are vivid and spiritual. They are worth studying carefully."
"Sir, you are really a gentleman. I will definitely convey this to our old man. It's just that my old man is a rough soldier who has held a gun all his life. I'm afraid I will have to trouble you to explain the beauty of the mural."
The second-generation soldier, who had just been transferred to Yangon from Mandalay, resigned with a smile.
Their level of black-and-white collusion has long gone beyond the point where I tip you off and you pay me some amount of favors.
It's too tacky and can't be used.
It's often like this, everything is left unsaid.
"Sir, you haven't said yet what to do with Gu Weijing?"
After the bald man saw Officer Wu leave, Brother Hao didn't speak for a while. He just lowered his head and flipped through the calendar in his hand, as if he had forgotten about it, and reminded him loudly.
"Come and take a look, this painting is really great. The brush is sophisticated and the ink is spirited and Zen-like, just like a Bodhisattva opening his eyes. It is indeed the work of Grandmaster Cao Xuan."
Brother Hao still didn't answer.
The middle-aged man is holding a souvenir calendar issued by the Yangon government to the Shwedagon Pagoda restoration project.
He looked at the mural jointly signed by Cao Xuan and Gu Weijing on the calendar, and he was full of appreciation: "It's really good. The colors are poisonous and accurate enough, quaint and yet lively. I heard it's this guy named Gu The experienced young man spent the entire afternoon trying out the recipe bit by bit."
"I have always liked to use young people. At first I just thought that this kid had a good spatial structure with his pen, so I fell in love with him. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a real treasure."
Brother Hao raised his hands and praised.
"Is it so good?"
The bald man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he was a little disdainful: "Miao Angwen, who is the same age as Gu Weijing, is much easier to bribe and is also very obedient."
For gangsters,
Young people dare to do things, are easy to bribe, are loyal, and are even more ruthless and useful than adults.
Africa has the famous and notorious Boy Scouts, and Latin American drug cartels also like to select the core members of future gangs from young gang members.
In the same way,
Many of the counterfeiting gangs under Brother Hao are direct painters who were trained by Brother Hao from middle school students with average family backgrounds studying art.
Gu Weijing is not the first young man that Brother Hao has taken a liking to, nor will he be the last that Brother Hao has taken a liking to.
Brother Hao needs to add a fake painter this year.
Baldhead encountered obstacles many times with Gu Weijing.
It was extremely easy to change the goal and bribe the middle school student named Miao Angwen who had similar grades and family background to Gu Weijing.
The other party was extremely excited when he heard that the famous Brother Hao wanted to ask him to paint fake paintings.
The whole person became radiant.
Whoever studies art in Yangon city doesn’t know that,
If you can do something for Brother Hao, the God of Wealth will come to your door. You can definitely make a fortune with your eyes closed. There is no need for any coercion or inducement. Miao Angwen readily agreed.
to be honest,
This is the rhythm that Baldhead is familiar with.
Brother Hao is the dark godfather of the entire Yangon. He sees how much face you have and asks you to do things to give you face. Hello, I am good, everyone.
How many melons and dates can an average painter in Southeast Asia earn after holding a paintbrush for a lifetime?
After two years of working honestly for Brother Hao, I will be financially free.
Weird people like Gu Weijing, who behave like a chaste and fierce woman who would rather die than obey, are the minority among the minority.
"Like?"
Brother Hao looked at the artist's memorial tablet on the cover of the calendar. His fingertips ran over the gold-painted names one by one, and finally stopped on Gu Weijing, and asked: "Why do you think that Miao Angwen has a name?" Are you qualified to be compared with our Mr. Gu?"
"They are classmates in the same school, and it seems that the teacher's report cards are similar."
Baldhead has always been confused.
He couldn't understand why Brother Hao had to treat Gu Weijing differently when there were so many outstanding young people.
Is it true that domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers, and Brother Hao prefers young painters with strong tempers?
"The results are about the same?"
Brother Hao was amused by his answer.
"Achievements... what artists want is not achievements, but the kind of talent that comes to light, the kind of enlightenment that seems to be helped by a god, the kind of one-in-a-million qualifications."
Brother Hao flicked the calendar photo on his hand with his fingers.
"With this skill, Miao Aung Win is not even qualified to carry Gu Weijing's shoes. Maybe all the young painters in Yangon are not worthy."
"Boss, is he really that powerful?"
The bald man looked at the photo of the mural on the calendar and sounded suspicious.
The original expressiveness of the photo was not as good as the original mural. The bald man who took the double-flower-red-stick route was just fighting and fighting, and he was definitely not an elegant person like Brother Hao who studied art.
With Bald's current status, he no longer needs to kill people with his own hands.
Unfortunately, the level of education is still at the level of a young and Dangerous kid on the street.
When it comes to how to use a watermelon knife to cut someone open, or how to do two-handed Muay Thai, Baldhead is an expert. When it comes to appreciating art... it's really hard for this big bastard.
The bald man could only tell that the painting was "quite exciting".
No matter how good it is, he doesn't have the ability to accurately judge.
"So powerful? This is a young man who can make even Mr. Cao Xuan praise me for being inferior to him! You don't have to believe in my vision, but you must believe in Mr. Cao's vision."
Brother Hao sighed softly: "The young man whom the dignified Master Cao Xuan values must be looked upon by the entire world's art scene. How can such a person be compared to a mere Miao Angwen?"
The middle-aged man walked up to the three-meter-long ornamental fish tank in the private room and looked at the beautiful three-color koi carps swimming in the tank.
"Taisho three-color koi, produced in Japan, is the best in the world's wild ornamental fish. Legend has it that it is the carrier of the daughter of the god [Sikangami] who masters art and wisdom in Japanese mythology in the human world. It only survives in Lake Biwa in Japan. , only one koi out of every 100,000 can be as red and white as the one in the tank, as oily and bright as the one in the tank."
"The young man named Gu Weijing is just such a koi carp. Including Miao Angwen, the young people I had a crush on in the past were just prettier ordinary carps."
Brother Hao looked at the fish tank condescendingly.
"If you take off one of his arms, it will be like grilling and eating a carp. Just grill the ordinary carp that is disobedient. Don't you think it is a waste of natural resources to grill and eat such an exquisite carp?"
"I understand, Brother Hao, Gu Weijing is your ornamental carp."
The bald man understood why Brother Hao was so tolerant of that young man.
A capable person does have the ability to make others tolerant.
Just like the Taisho three-color kinli in the fish tank with a market value of at least half a million US dollars, even the water changed was flown in from Lake Biwa in Japan.
It is not comparable to those who pay a few cents for a carp to die in the Yangon River.
"But your koi doesn't want to swim into the fish tank obediently. He doesn't even want a Bentley, and he won't even accept the gift I gave him."
The bald man curled his lips.
He took out the sports car key with a bright silver letter B from his waist and placed it on the table.
"Yes, it's this energy, this feeling. This is the feeling of a real great painter, it's great. I really want to see the look in his eyes when he rejects you, it must be very moving. Artistic beauty.”
Brother Hao took out a bag of fish food from the side of the fish tank and crushed it into powder. He seemed not to care at all about Gu Weijing's rejection.
"It's so beautiful."
The middle-aged man looked at the three-color koi that came out of the rockery in the water tank and admired it softly.
I don’t know if Brother Hao is praising his carp, or praising Gu Weijing’s pure artist temperament.
"If you want Huairou, do you still need me to increase the price?"
The bald man sounded a little unhappy.
He's just a poor student, even Bentley doesn't like him. What else do you need to impress him?
A Rolls-Royce?
A vacation villa on the beach in Phuket?
Even if Brother Hao likes this young man, the price is too exaggerated.
Even if you buy some works by one of the top ten Asian painters like Kazunari Sakai, it will only be at this price.
"No, it's not about money. Since he doesn't want a Bentley, even if you replace the Bentley with a Rolls-Royce or another more expensive gift, the effect will be very limited."
As if he could read minds, Brother Hao chuckled and shook his head to answer the confusion in the bald head's heart.
"Isn't there any way he can buy it off?"
"How is that possible? It's just that everyone has their own price. We just need to find a suitable bidding method. You don't have to worry about this for the time being. I'll play with him."
Brother Hao concentrated on feeding the fish.
He seemed to suddenly think of something and changed the topic.
"Yes, that Miao Aung Win, how is his performance recently?"
"Just like a normal newcomer, he is neither good nor bad, and his understanding is not bad. Currently, he is following an old painter to learn the fake brushwork techniques of the Milan School of post-Renaissance painting. He also painted a Symbolist imitation, but it failed to pass the shipping standards. I was beaten back by the risk control, and it will take some time.”
The larger the mafia gang, the more its operations tend to be formalized as a company.
Brother Hao is engaged in high-end art counterfeiting, smuggling and money laundering, and makes really big money.
Even if the subordinates are making fakes, they still have professional experienced painters to check and control the risks. If the fake paintings do not meet the shipping standards, they will be sent back.
We are taking the high-quality route, and we cannot make it in a shoddy way, which will damage Brother Hao’s signature.
"I don't care how good his painting is. I want to know what this young man's personality is like and what hobbies he has?" asked the underworld godfather.
"That's it. Brother Hao, you should be very clear about the condition of the young man with blood on his hands after handing in his name."
The bald man smiled.
"I like money, I like women, I like to be in the limelight, I'm a little kid. I originally planned to drop out of school, but Brother Hao, you heard that the wife of the famous artist Kazunari Sakai opened an advanced class at Dewei this year, and Miao Aung Win was selected, so you asked him to continue read."
Brother Hao has always taken good care of his younger brothers.
I heard that Miao Angwin was selected into Mrs. Sakai's improvement class. Not only did he not ask the other party to drop out of school, but it also alleviated a lot of pressure on him to learn counterfeiting techniques.
"But this little brother Miao has seen the colorful world and can't bear the loneliness. He told me many times that he doesn't want to go to school anymore and just wants to concentrate on doing things for Brother Hao."
"Idiot, mud can't hold up a wall."
Brother Hao frowned.
Being able to become Mrs. Sakai's student and concentrate on studying will not only be of great benefit to Miao Angwin's personal future. Such a good opportunity is of no harm to Brother Hao himself.
It's similar to how Brother Hao wanted to make Gu Weijing a local national painter in Yangon to launder a lot of money.
The higher Miao Angwin climbs, the more things Brother Hao can do with him.
As for a counterfeit painter... this is simply dispensable to Brother Hao today.
I had just made a few bucks, and I began to feel lonely.
He was born to be a bad guy.
Not talking about talent and potential, just talking about the calmness and practicality in his character, Miao Angwen is too far behind Gu Weijing.
Brother Hao glanced at the Bentley key that Gu Weijing returned and sighed.
"Oh, you really get what you pay for."
"Tell Miao Angwen to study hard with Mrs. Sakai. Money and women are indispensable for him. If he can beat Gu Weijing at the Dulwich College recruitment meeting, I will reward him with three hundred thousand dollars. If he drops out of school privately, I will Just throw him to the crocodiles.”
"I understand. If you drop out of school, throw it to the crocodiles." The bald head nodded.
These words are not threatening at all, Brother Hao always does what he says.
If I say kill your whole family, I will kill your whole family. If I say that I will throw you to feed crocodiles, I will definitely not shoot you to death with a gun. I will definitely find a crocodile pond in the primitive jungle of Myanmar, tie you up and throw you in.
"Since he is Gu Weijing's classmate and he likes to be in the limelight, give him some extra pocket money every month and let him hold parties, date female classmates and so on..."
"Boss, do you want to make Gu Weijing jealous?"
The bald head scratched his head.
Those in the underworld know the magic of this skill best.
Some people won't be moved if you put a bundle of gold in front of them, but when you see people who are in a similar situation to yourself and start to drink spicy food after following Brother Hao, you feel very itchy in your heart.
(End of chapter)
