"Feel sorry."
Gu Weijing sighed sympathetically.
"Sorry? Oh, why are you saying sorry?" Koko raised her head and asked strangely.
"I thought, stepmother..."
Gu Weijing was stunned.
He is the kind of person who rarely sees his parents since he was a child.
Grandpa cares about him very much. His uncle and aunt can't really say that he is that bad, but sometimes, you will clearly feel that he treats his biological daughter, cousin Gu Lin, differently from him.
so,
He subconsciously thought that the same was true for Kou Kou.
Stepmother shouldn't be synonymous with black-hearted old witches in both Eastern and Western cultures.
"Hey, classmate Gu, are you just imagining the plot of "Snow White" or something like that? Don't you think I'm the kind of submissive dog?"
Koko looked at Gu Weijing's embarrassed face and chuckled.
"How dare that vixen bully this young lady? Although my father is a bit feudal, he still dotes on me. He has always thought that his wife can be changed at any time. My biological daughter, Little Cotton Jacket, is the only one. My stepmother has always been a little afraid of me. , worried that I would secretly complain in front of my father that she was not good to me."
Koko straightened her slender neck proudly.
"So, my stepmother will hold a grand birthday party for me every year to show outsiders how good she is to me."
"She also carefully selects various birthday gifts. Lancôme cosmetics, Swarovski crystal jewelry..."
Koko moved her fingers and counted the expensive gifts she had received at birthday parties.
"I heard that they will buy me a Burberry shopping bag this year. She herself does not dare to use such expensive luxury goods to avoid suspicion."
"Oh! That sounds quite interesting."
Gu Weijing compared it with his aunt and thought that there was really nothing to blame for her stepmother's performance.
"Maybe, but these are not as valuable as this bracelet."
Kou Kou smiled and breathed lightly at Gu Weijing's wrist. She used the skin on her fingertips to gently wipe away the graphite dust that had accidentally rubbed on the bracelet while sketching.
"I actually know that as long as I ask, she will beg for me, and even ask the government's contacts in the Shwedagon Pagoda Cultural Relics Administration Bureau to get me a few strings. But it's boring to ask for this kind of thing. ”
"Only someone who really wants to make you happy will stand in the sweltering heat for weeks just to pray for you to be safe and happy."
Kou Kou carefully wiped the bracelet and then let go of Gu Weijing's sleeve.
"Wear it well. The relatives who gave me the bracelet every year are gone. Classmate Gu, you must cherish it."
Koko patted Gu Weijing's shoulder and stood up as the principal announced his exit.
"Let's go, this boring commendation meeting is finally over. Seeing that my mouth is dry, I have spent a long time enlightening you and sharing everything about my childhood with you. Please wait until I go to the advanced class. Mr. Gu will go to the campus water bar and bring you two cups of half-sugar taro ball milk tea. Remember to add pearls to the milk tea!"
"It's a little rainy?"
Gu Weijing looked out the window of the auditorium at the gloomy and rainy sky.
"So, this is a special occasion for you to show your manliness. Boys who want to line up to buy milk tea for me, the girl, can circle the school three times."
Koko stuck out her tongue and showed a narrow expression, like a cunning little fox: "Warrior, seize the opportunity to please girls. I made star-shaped biscuits again this time, using the salt added in the measuring cup. But it’s still a little salty, so it’s just right to eat with sweet milk tea.”
"Pearl, don't forget Pearl!"
She waved her hand, the long hair on the back of her head fell off, and disappeared into the crowd as the auditorium was leaving.
…
At this moment,
Xihe Guild Hall.
Among the students who did not come to school today, besides Sakai Katsuko, there was also Miao Angwen.
He was being led along the long corridor of the club by a blonde waitress.
Miao Angwen's eyes swept over the tall waist and hips of the white woman, lingering greedily for a moment, and he felt great admiration for Brother Hao in his heart.
In Yangon, foreigners have always been superior to others. This was true two hundred years ago and it will be true two hundred years later.
There are even travel notes on Google that say this Southeast Asian city seems to be built on "emeralds, pagodas, and cheap servants."
Only a mafia giant like Brother Hao can make those canary-like foreigners provide you with services respectfully.
"Brother Hao wants to see me."
Miao Angwen quietly clenched his fists.
He had a conflict with Gu Weijing that day. This afternoon, the bald man was suddenly taken to the Xihe Guild Hall, saying that Brother Hao wanted to see him.
Miao Angwen was very excited.
A godfather-level gangster like Brother Hao has so many subordinates that it's like an urban legend.
In the more than a month since he joined Brother Hao's counterfeiting group, he only had the opportunity to see Brother Hao's back once.
At that time, Miao Angwen saw Brother Hao being surrounded by four or five black-clad bodyguards and boarding a bulletproof dark-colored Mercedes from a distance. He was extremely majestic, looking more like a decent political official than a gangster leader.
today,
This was the first time that Myo Aung Win had the opportunity to get up close and personal with the master of the city's shadow society.
While he was anxious, he was also extremely ambitious.
"Sir, the guests are here."
The waitress rang the doorbell in front of the box door, opened the palm-colored wooden door, bowed slightly to Miao Angwen respectfully, and then left quietly.
"Miao Aung Win, right? Come in."
The design of each private room in Xihe Guild Hall is different.
Sometimes, as soon as the guests walk out of the antique oriental chapel decorated with mahogany and rosewood, they open the door of the next room, and are overwhelmed by the flashy French palace of Louis XIV.
What is in front of us is a Japanese-style teahouse from the Edo period.
There was a set of small stoves placed in front of the elegant middle-aged man. Miaomiao smoke leaked out from the purple clay pot, filling the room with a layer of water vapor and humidity.
The bald man stood silently next to the middle-aged man, wearing sunglasses and bulging muscles under a black suit jacket, like a motionless sculpture or a Dharma Protector.
"Hello, Brother Hao."
Miao Aung Win cautiously stepped into the door of the box and looked at this middle-aged man who was one of the richest and most powerful small groups in Yangon with awe.
During the prohibition era, Al Capone was known as the underground emperor of Los Angeles, and he was nothing more than Brother Hao.
"Don't be so formal and sit down."
Brother Hao smiled and motioned for Miao Angwen to sit next to him.
"Would you like tea? Japanese tea may taste a little bitter."
"No, no need."
Miao Angwen made himself smile as well-behaved as possible.
"Okay, let me ask you something, and you have to answer it well. I heard that you and Gu Weijing had a little unpleasant incident at school."
Brother Hao seemed to be just chatting and asked casually.
"Oh, yes, Brother Hao, there is such a thing."
Miao Angwen was stunned for a moment.
Before he opened the door and walked in, he thought a lot about what Brother Hao would talk to him.
No matter what it is, it must be a very serious and important matter, and it is a "manly undertaking."
Gu Weijing?
Miao Angwen never thought that Brother Hao would mention this classmate's name.
The bald man did convey that Brother Hao seemed to hope that Gu Weijing could be invited to his party. However, is this matter worthy of Brother Hao personally asking about it?
"Yes, but he was very arrogant and didn't want to come, so we had a little conflict." Miao Angwen curled his lips jealously.
"Is that just that, you just invited him to your party?"
Brother Hao said expressionlessly.
Miao Angwen's heart tightened inexplicably.
He tilted his head like a nervous quail and glanced at the bald man on one side, hoping for some guidance, but all he saw was a pair of cold sunglasses.
"Yes, that's it."
Miao Angwen hesitated for a moment, considering his tone.
He felt that nothing big happened in the end anyway, so there was no need for him to tell everything.
Snapped!
A white porcelain tea cup was hit hard on Miao Angwen's face.
The hot tea was like flowing coals, instantly making the skin on the left side of his face red and swollen.
Brother Hao looks like a gentle middle-aged man, but the strength of his hands cannot be matched by a slap from a little girl like Kou Kou.
The white porcelain tea cup with a wall as thin as a paper page was shattered, piercing the corner of Miao Angwen's mouth.
Miao Angwen was struck so hard that he spun around twice before falling headfirst onto the floor of the tea room.
"Two things. The first thing is, you can't act on your own and want to destroy someone. The second thing is, you can't try to fool me. The second thing is even more unbearable than the first thing."
Brother Hao didn't get angry.
The middle-aged man still looked like he was making an understatement just now, but his tone was as cold as ice.
"Brother Hao, I...I'm sorry..."
Miao Angwen touched his cheek. He didn't have time to feel the pain, but his whole body was overwhelmed by the cold feeling.
Brother Hao knows everything.
The secret instructions he thought he gave to the bad leader reached Brother Hao in minutes.
In the city of Yangon, Brother Hao is like an omniscient and omnipotent devil, watching you from the abyss all the time.
"What's the use of apologizing? If you make a mistake, you must be punished. Otherwise, how can people grow up?"
Brother Hao said softly without raising his head.
He clapped his hands.
The bald man next to him took out a pistol from a safe placed on the coffee table in the box.
Miao Aung Win didn't even have time to scream.
The bald man opened the hammer, took a half step forward, and without saying a word, he put his head against Miao Anwen's head and pulled the trigger.
No matter how you beautify it,
The underworld is always a gang that controls people's hearts with violence and fear. There are no judges, no defense lawyers, and no prisons here.
You may indeed make a fortune here, but the price is that you will only die if you make a mistake.
Unfortunately, Miao Ang Win had just turned eighteen. He imagined that the underworld would always be the glamorous side of making a lot of money and sleeping with the most alluring women.
Where have you seen this?
The substantial fear of death immediately overwhelmed him, and Miao Angwen immediately became incontinent.
He made a "hiccup" sound in his throat, and he fell limply to the ground as if his bones had been removed.
The pistol made a crisp sound, but no actual bullet was fired.
"It's worthless."
The bald man curled his lips, swung the revolver to the side, and threw the magazine into the arms of Miao Angwen who was lying on the ground.
Miao Angwen's whole body was soaked with sweat or urine, and he was breathing heavily like a fish just out of the water.
His eyes were fixed on the magazine in his arms - the magazine of the revolver was empty and had no bullets.
"Who among young people will not make mistakes? I have always been willing to give young people opportunities, so I will spare you the first time you make a mistake and remove the bullet from the magazine. I hope you will remember this lesson."
The middle-aged man turned to look at Miao Angwen.
Japanese Yakuza gangs like to have the fingers of erring subordinates cut off.
Burma is much more coarse and harsh.
Brother Hao's counterfeit painters have to use paintbrushes. Cutting off their fingers will affect their work, so they use roulette.
Middle-aged people believe in Buddhism.
If you survive, let me spare your life. If the gun goes off, don't blame others.
"I didn't make it clear about Gu Weijing this time."
Brother Hao looked at the broken teacup on the ground, smiled, and threw a small dark box at hand to Miao Angwen: "So a cup of hot tea is a small punishment but a big warning. The things in the small box will shock you. But you know Well, next time you make a mistake, it will be up to the Bodhisattva whether you will forgive me or not."
"Go and apologize to our little Mr. Gu. Don't shock my koi fish and affect his creative state. I recently learned that he is preparing to participate in an art exhibition. He is such an ambitious kid. Gu Weijing's hands are better than yours His life is worth much more."
After Brother Hao finished speaking, he turned around and left, and Baldhead followed him out.
Miao Angwen sat on the urine-soaked floor for five minutes before he opened and picked up the small box with trembling hands, and then froze again.
The golden light is dazzling.
Brother Hao may really be a devil, but he is also a very generous devil.
There was actually a Rolex Daytona 18K gold watch in the box, with a market price of at least US$20,000.
He didn't know whether he should be scared or ecstatic now.
Miao Angwen was lying on the ground, holding an empty magazine and a gold Rolex watch, his shoulders twitching.
Crying and laughing.
…
"Mr. Gu, let's go."
At the intersection next to Dulwich College, Uncle Alai took the schoolbag from Gu Weijing and opened the back door of an old Hyundai Elantra.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Gu, just call me Xiao Gu like before."
Gu Weijing sat in the back seat of the Elantra.
It is said that this car was obtained by Uncle Alai, who was only a few years younger than Gu Weijing, and the total cost was less than a thousand dollars.
The car is an old car.
However, the engine works, the lights work, and the air conditioning is powerful. In a place like Myanmar, this can be considered a good car.
"I understand, sir... Mr. Gu." Uncle Alai glanced at the rearview mirror and started the vehicle.
Gu Weijing smiled helplessly.
Ever since Uncle Alai agreed to be his assistant, the silent gatekeeper seemed to be a completely different person when he entered work mode.
He is very rigorous and conscientious in his work, and he is always addressed with honorifics.
This is a characteristic left over from a military background.
The requirements of the VIP protection team are different from those of bodyguards. Bodyguards can get along well with their employers, but the military is a hierarchical place.
VIP is VIP,
Just because you always drive for leaders doesn't mean you're good or bad.
Uncle Alai still has the same style as before. Even though his monthly salary is only five hundred dollars now, he still does things with the imprint of his habits.
Gu Weijing lay comfortably on his seat, ready to take a short rest.
Uncle Alai's foot is a little lame, but it doesn't affect driving.
He doesn't drive very fast, but he is very stable and can accelerate and decelerate very comfortably.
Gu Weijing heard that some experienced drivers could allow their bosses to write in the back seat without being affected by their work.
He didn't know whether the statement was true or false.
But when Uncle Alai is driving, it may be a little difficult to draw, but it really feels like reading and reading a newspaper without motion sickness, and there is no problem with sleeping.
Gu Weijing closed his eyes, opened the system's virtual panel, and noticed the system's new tasks.
[Serial Quest: Fusion Painting - A Sea that embraces all rivers (2/3)]
[Current task: Complete a painting that includes Chinese painting techniques, sketching techniques, watercolor techniques, oil painting techniques, and printmaking techniques, any three of the five techniques. The size is required to be 10 inches × 10 inches or more, and the emotion must at least reach the level of feeling. . 】
[Current mission reward: basic watercolor painting skills]
(End of chapter)
