Hearing that prostitution was free, Huo Chenfeng became excited before Chen Yanbei could say anything: "If Assistant Jiang has any good ideas, please tell me!"
Chen Yanbei looked at Jiang Yao with interest, waiting for her to speak.
Jiang Yao gave it a try: "You will know when the time comes. Just take me with you when you rob the goods."
The method she wants to use involves her space, no one can say.
It felt uncomfortable to be aroused. Huo Chenfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Hey Mr. Chen, is this Assistant Jiang the one who answered the phone in your study privately?"
He hadn't realized yet that Assistant Jiang was Jiang Yao. Hearing Chen Yanbei's name, he really thought he was the assistant.
Chen Yanbei's voice was cold and there was no clue: "That person has been fired. Now I only have Assistant Jiang who just took office."
Assistant Jiang?
"Wait a minute," Huo Chenfeng suddenly thought, "I dialed the number in your master bedroom. Why is Assistant Jiang in your room?"
Chen Yanbei curled his lips and dropped two words: "I'm dead."
Then he simply hung up the phone decisively.
"Why don't you explain it to him?" Jiang Yao smiled.
Chen Yanbei's lips hooked a little deeper, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he held her in his arms naturally and intimately: "Wouldn't it be more interesting to let him discover it by himself?"
His hot palms slowly rubbed the hollow of her waist.
"Why haven't I noticed before that Mr. Chen is quite good at joking?" Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows slightly and held down the big hand that was gradually sliding up around her waist. If she continued like this, she might not be able to get out of bed today.
Then she gently pushed his arm away and said seriously: "Aren't you going to take me to Assistant Zhou to ask for project information? Now I have time, let's go."
A narrow back alley in Causeway Bay.
This is the back door of the row of shops along the street in front. Zhao Changfeng is curled up on a low stool, wearing black plastic gloves on his hands, rubber boots of the same style on his feet, and a plastic apron of the same color around his chest. He is mumbling. Washing dishes in silence.
"Hey! Mainland boy! Can you do it faster?"
"The washing is so slow, there are not enough bowls in the kitchen!"
Zhao Changfeng quickly raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his elbow, and said: "It will be fine soon, it will be fine soon."
The money he brought to Xiangjiang has almost been spent, and communication with the mainland is not convenient here, so he can't ask for money from his family.
Gao Qianying couldn't count on it either, so he had no choice but to make money on his own.
But Zhao Changfeng's image was too poor and he was uneducated. The only jobs he could find were as dishwashers in restaurants.
He could only accept his fate and start working in a restaurant that paid daily wages.
Then use the evening time to collect reports on the Chen family from various newspapers in Hong Kong, and learn more about the internal situation of the Chen family.
After washing today's dishes, Zhao Changfeng took the piles of bowls back to the kitchen and went to the accountant, Pretty Sister, to ask for wages: "Pretty Sister, the dishes have been washed and put away. Look at today's wages..."
The company he found offered a daily salary of HK$300 a day for eight hours of work.
The pretty sister was calculating the sales in the restaurant during the day. She glanced at Zhao Changfeng impatiently, took out a few cash bills from the drawer, held them between her fingertips, and handed them over without raising her head: "Here, your wages. You won't have to come tomorrow." .”
Zhao Changfeng looked for several restaurants before he found this one that was willing to let him try. Unexpectedly, he worked there for a week: "Why, Sister Liang?"
The most annoying thing is being disturbed when settling accounts. Sister Liang slammed the calculator in her hand and said with a depressed face: "Why? I can't clean it if I move too slowly. Humph, I thought all mainland Chinese guys are hard-working and willing to work. Quickly, I finally met a young master like you. Now, listen to my sister's advice, Xiangjiang is not suitable for you, you should go home and farm!"
She was scolded mercilessly. If she were in the Mainland, Zhao Changfeng would have gathered a few gangsters to blow up the store for her. But this was in Xiangjiang, and the store was protected by people from the society. Zhao Changfeng didn't dare to do anything. If you leave one alone, you can only take the money and leave in despair.
Back at his rental house in Kowloon, Zhao Changfeng put the pork chop rice he had packed on the way on the table, pulled out his chair and sat down, immersed himself in picking up the rice in the lunch box.
Chewing the fried and crispy pork chop, he took another sip of Jianlibao and burped happily.
After a while, Gao Qianying came back.
Because the handle was held by Zhao Changfeng, she had to act according to Zhao Changfeng's orders and had to live in this pigeon house with him every day. She really couldn't feel better.
After entering the room, she had a sad face, her eyes swept over the leftover rice scraped off the dining table, the messy cigarette butts on the floor, and the cans thrown into the corner, and she couldn't help but frown.
Before she could get angry, Zhao Changfeng spoke first: "Have you found a job? You can't let me support you all the time. If it doesn't work, you can ask the Chen family for some first. Anyway, they owe you."
"You are so open-minded," Gao Qianying sneered, "The Chen family is not a charity, and they may not give it to me if I ask for it."
Huh, he didn't give her the evidence to prove Jiang Yao, and he still wanted her to go to the Chen family to ask for money. The abacus was heard from across the street.
She has also thought clearly recently that the kindness of the Chen family was earned by her father with his life. She should not use the kindness to ask for money, and the money should be given to Zhao Changfeng, a crazy man.
Favors should be used at critical moments.
Zhao Changfeng nodded, lay down on the bed, and asked while picking his teeth: "Then, do you understand the information I asked you to inquire about?"
This Gao Qianying actually asked about it.
She took out a pile of things from her backpack and threw it on Zhao Changfeng: "Here is Jiang Yao's school schedule, as well as the places she usually goes when she goes out."
"However, she hasn't shown up at school for a week in a row. I don't know what she is doing. I can't find out more information."
Zhao Changfeng looked at the information in his hand and lowered his eyelids not knowing what he was thinking.
Gao Qianying couldn't hold her breath: "What are your plans? Why couldn't you tell me in advance?"
Zhao Changfeng didn't even raise his head and said to her, "You will know when the time comes."
the next day.
Zhao Changfeng didn't say anything about being fired from the hotel, but got up and went out as usual.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Gao Qianying on the bed opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She finally got through the night safely. She had been on tenterhooks all night last night, fearing that Zhao Changfeng would become more animalistic.
Fortunately, he might have been too tired from washing dishes during the day, so he didn't think so.
After catching up on her sleep in the morning, it was already past noon when Gao Qianying woke up. After rubbing her hungry belly, she got dressed, took out two Hong Kong dollars from the mezzanine under the bed, and planned to go to a nearby stall to eat a bowl of wontons.
She stole the money from Zhao Changfeng's pocket at night while he was sleeping. Afraid of being discovered, she never took much. She stole several times to get enough money for a fast food meal.
After getting dressed and tidied up, Gao Qianying went downstairs and found a wonton stall. This stall was so authentic that many celebrities even came here to eat there.
"Miss Gao?"
Gao Qianying found a seat and sat down. As soon as she took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, she heard someone calling her.
She turned around and looked over, and immediately recognized the other person as her insurance agent: "Mr. Zhou?"
Zhou Shaofeng was just finishing his wontons and was about to leave. He accidentally saw her and sat next to her: "It's been a long time, Miss Gao. Your claim documents have been reviewed long ago and I'm just waiting for you to sign and collect the money. Why haven't I seen you for so long?" Come to me?"
When she heard that the insurance claim was settled, Gao Qianying's eyes flashed with excitement, but then she suppressed her emotions. If Zhao Changfeng knew that she still had three million in compensation, she would definitely not be able to keep the money. Now it is safer to place it with an insurance company.
She glanced around subconsciously and saw that there were only two people and the owner of the wonton stall in the whole stall. She said with relief: "I have been very busy recently. I will go to you to sign when I am done."
Zhou Shaofeng nodded: "No problem, then come to the company to find me when you have time. However, the compensation of three million is not a small amount, and the company's finance will transfer the money to your account in the form of a money order."
"Ms. Gao, eat slowly. I have an appointment with a client."
When Zhou Shaofeng left, Gao Qianying squinted her eyes and took a bite of wonton with a look of enjoyment on her face. After being depressed for so many days, she finally got some good news.
She was in a good mood, eating wontons one after another, and was extremely satisfied.
On the other side, Zhou Shaofeng left the wonton stall and walked to a quiet street. He found a phone booth on the side of the road and quickly dialed the number.
"Hey, Azhong, there is news about the Miss Gao you asked me to keep an eye on last time. I told her about the compensation as you asked, but she said that she was very busy recently and didn't have time to come over to handle it. I see She doesn't look like she's busy, but like she's avoiding someone. You don't think she knows this is a trap set by Master Chen, right?"
Azhong: "Where did you meet her?"
"I am here……"
bang——
Before Zhou Shaofeng could finish his words, someone hit the back of his head with a brick.
A stream of blood slowly flowed from the back of his head, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.
On the other end of the phone, Ah Zhong's voice continued: "Hello, hello? Ah Feng?"
Zhao Changfeng threw away the bricks in his hand and hung up the phone decisively.
She secretly scolded Gao Qianying for being a stupid woman and almost got him involved too. That Young Master Chen must be Chen Yanbei. Does he know their plan?
No, his plan has not been implemented yet, and he cannot be found by that Mr. Chen!
Zhao Changfeng turned around and immediately walked towards the rental house.
He was fired from the hotel yesterday, so he was wandering around the area without work today, when he happened to see Gao Qianying going downstairs and walking into the wonton stall.
Just as he was about to go over, he saw a man sitting next to Gao Qianying, who seemed to know him.
Zhao Changfeng pretended to tie his shoes and hid under the fence of the wonton stall, which just blocked the sight of Gao Qianying and the man, and allowed him to eavesdrop on their conversation.
After hearing this, I discovered that Gao Qianying could actually receive a compensation of 3 million yuan.
He was so excited for a moment that when he saw the man leaving, he subconsciously followed him, wanting to inquire more about the compensation.
As a result, I saw a man talking on the phone on the roadside, and the compensation was actually a trap set by the Chen family!
Seeing that the man on the phone was about to reveal Gao Qianying's location, Zhao Changfeng naturally took action decisively.
Back at the rental house, Gao Qianying happened to be there.
"Idiot, hurry up and pack your things and follow me." Zhao Changfeng kicked the stool beside the bed as if to vent his anger, then lowered his head and quickly packed up his things.
"What do you mean?" Gao Qianying felt confused. She just paid the rent for this month and left soon?
Zhao Changfeng glared at her fiercely and did not tell her about Zhou Shaofeng: "Take care of it if you are asked to do so. If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you to death!"
Gao Qianying subconsciously shrank her neck and quickly followed her to pack her luggage.
The two of them packed up and just opened the door to leave when a dark shadow suddenly rushed in, followed by two cold lights -
Zhao Changfeng dragged Gao Qianying away and then heard two curses: "Baozi! Let me see where you run!"
Two yellow-haired men with flowery arms, each carrying a machete, greeted the black shadow that had just rushed in.
"Ah! Ah!" Black Shadow screamed twice. The rental house was too small and he had nowhere to hide. His arms were stabbed several times.
While he was wailing, one of the yellow men kicked him to the ground, stepped on his face, and crushed him hard.
Just as Heiying was about to struggle, the knife in Huang Mao's hand was immediately inserted into the back of his hand: "If you move again, believe it or not, I will chop off your hand! You will never be able to draw again!"
Heiying is a painter. He borrowed a loan shark because his father was ill. As a result, his father died and he had no money to repay when it was due. He hid everywhere to avoid the debt. As a result, he was caught by the loan shark today.
Feeling the stinging pain of the blade cutting through the back of his hand, Heiying finally gave up the struggle and lay motionless on the ground: "Brothers, please give me a few more days. I really have no money now. Wait until I sell the painting." I'm sure I can pay it back if I go!"
"Waiting for you?" Huang Mao sneered, "Waiting for you to run away again so that we can find it easily?!"
The other Huang Mao lost his patience: "Brother Fei, don't talk nonsense to him. I chopped off one of his hands today so that we can go back and do business!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow hair stepped on the black shadow's right hand and cut off his palm from the wrist.
"Ah!" Black Shadow yelled with a distorted expression, cold sweat dripping from his forehead and down his temples.
Huang Mao had long been used to such scenes. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the blade.
One hand dripping with blood was lying on the ground. Gao Qianying was leaning against the wall, covering her mouth with her hands, trembling with fear.
Zhao Changfeng's reaction was completely different from hers. He looked at the two Huangmaodis with excitement shining in his eyes.
The black shadow was still groaning on the ground, and the two yellow hairs turned and left, completely ignoring Zhao Changfeng and Gao Qianying next to them.
Zhao Changfeng hurriedly chased the two people out and stopped them in the corridor: "Brothers, Brother Fei, please wait a moment."
The man who called Fei Ge turned around and glanced at Zhao Changfeng up and down: "What are you doing?!"
Zhao Changfeng hunched, took two cigarettes from his trouser pocket and handed them over, looking at the other person with flattering and admiring eyes:
"Brother Fei, my name is Zhao Feng. I used to be a gangster in mainland China. I have been here in Xiangjiang for a month. I have always wanted to find a big brother to hang out with. I want to follow you in the future, okay?"
"In the future, I'm willing to do dirty work like that just now for Brother Fei."
The scene just now made Zhao Changfeng suddenly realize that in Xiangjiang, everyone is afraid of people like Fei Ge, and only by becoming such a person can he have the strength to compete with Chen Yanbei.
