The years when I was an old man

"There was a car accident!"

"Murder!"

"..."

The staff at the entrance of the hotel shouted indiscriminately and made a mess.

As for Kuang Kun in front of the car, his eyes were dull and blood was spurting from his nose.

Silently, fell down beside the car.

The second boss seems to have been hit hard.

He howled loudly, echoing the sound of firecrackers all over the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was another roar.

213 reverse quickly and brake.

Then, another kick on the accelerator pedal.

I saw 213, galloping past us quickly.

The tinted windows made it impossible to see the driver inside.

But I clearly smelled a smell of cigarettes coming from the car.

Brother Zhu, you really deserve to be a smoker.

At this time, his cigarette was still in his hand.

……

On New Year's Eve, thousands of households are reunited.

At this time, a few of us stood by the car like lonely ghosts. 7K 妏敩

Samui suggested:

"If everyone is fine, let's have the New Year's Eve dinner later in Tianxiang's restaurant. If you don't mind, I will cook for you personally..."

"Yes, go to Tianxiang. Our family may not be able to have a New Year's Eve dinner today..."

Zou Xiaoxian mocked herself with a wry smile.

I looked at Master Hong and Lao Hei, and said:

"We went to Tianxiang, and you two went home to spend the New Year with your family. We will contact you tomorrow..."

Master Hong nodded.

"Okay, I'll go back and see if my old lady is still angry. If not, I'll kowtow to her a few times and trick her into spending some money. You wait for me, and as soon as I get the money, I'll come to you... "

Old Hei looked at me worriedly, and asked in a naive voice:

"Little Sixth Master, I'd better follow you. What if they come to take revenge on you?"

Old Hei is simple and honest, he always likes to consider others when doing things.

I patted my shoulder and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, it's alright!"

Only then did Old Hei nod his head.

Everyone started to get in the car, and I was just about to move.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed.

When I took it out, it was an unfamiliar number.

After pressing the answer button, a gentle female voice came from the opposite side:

"Don't talk, just listen to me. Now you walk along the road, go straight to the intersection about 500 meters, and there will be a black Jetta car to pick you up. Remember, don't tell anyone..."

With that said, the other party hung up the phone.

Although I have only heard this woman's voice a few times, I remember it clearly.

It's Aunt Qing!

When I met Mr. Zou before, Mr. Zou once said.

If I survive this year, he will tell me who asked him to send my father back to his hometown.

Now that Aunt Qing is calling me, it should be about this.

Thinking of this, I feel nervous and excited.

Perhaps tonight, I will know the whole truth of the matter.

Say hello to Su Mei and others, and let them go back to Tianxiang first.

I walked to the intersection according to the route Aunt Qing said.

On the road on New Year's Eve, there are very few people and cars.

At the intersection, I saw a black Jetta without a license plate, parked aside.

According to Mr. Zou's identity, he sent this kind of car to pick me up.

There are two reasons I can think of.

First, he didn't think highly of me.

Second, he deliberately kept a low profile and didn't want people to find out.

Now, I'm leaning more towards the latter.

When I opened the door and got in the car, I saw an old acquaintance sitting in the driver's seat, the fourth uncle.

Fourth Uncle nodded at me and drove away.

Not long after, the Jetta stopped in front of a single-family villa.

Following Uncle Fourth into the villa, Aunt Qing was standing at the door.

Seeing me coming in, she pointed in the direction upstairs:

"The old man is waiting for you in the study upstairs, hurry up..."

Went upstairs and knocked on the door.

Then I heard Mr. Zou's thick voice coming from inside:

"come in……"

Push the door open and go in, looking at it casually.

This is an ensuite study.

On the bookshelves in the outer room, there are various bookcases and bookcases.

Beside the desk, there is also a root carving tea sea.

In the middle is a small bedroom for temporary rest.

"sit down!"

Mr. Zou said softly.

Then, put the tea cup overflowing with tea fragrance in front of me.

"This year is the most special Spring Festival I've had in these years..."

Mr. Zou said calmly.

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, you are quite courageous. How dare you treat my son like this in front of me. Are you not afraid that I will kill you in public today?"

I smiled lightly, holding the teacup, and smelled it lightly.

I don't know much about tea, but this tea is really fragrant.

Taking a sip, I replied:

"Old man, you don't lack a reason to kill me, let alone the ability to kill me. It's just that I think, a month ago, you reminded me that the second boss will attack me on New Year's Eve. With your wisdom, I will definitely think about it. The one who fell today is either the second boss or me. Regardless of the ending, you seem to be prepared to stay out of the matter, old man, and don't want to interfere..."

When I spoke, Mr. Zou kept staring at me.

When I finished speaking, Mr. Zou suddenly laughed and said with emotion:

"In the waters of the Yangtze River, the waves behind push the waves ahead; in the floating world, new people replace old ones. It's been a long time since I saw a young man as enlightened as you..."

Embarrassed, I took a sip of tea.

Maybe I was the first one to ruin the other party's son.

But instead of countering me, the other party praised me instead.

In fact, my most important confidence does not come from my judgment alone.

It came from what old Wutouer told me in the hot pot restaurant.

It's just that I feel even more strange, why does Boss Zou care so little about the life and death of his second son?

But these are not important to me.

What I am most concerned about now is who sent my father back.

Before I could ask, Mr. Zou asked me again:

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, although you are a thousand hands. But I want to ask you, do you know why some people are not cheaters, but are called gambling kings?"

Actually I know, but I still shook my head.

Because the sixth master once taught me that to be a human being, you must know how to hide your clumsiness and guard your stupidity.

Especially when you ask others for advice, even if you understand the problem.

You also have to pretend that you don't understand, so that the other party will be more willing to tell you more.

After all, the trouble with people is that they are good teachers.

Sure enough, Mr. Zou said slowly:

"The real gambling king is to maximize the underground gambling industry. It is not only limited to the country, but even overseas. Although they are not old men, they support countless hands. Like Qilu gambling king Li Jianlu, Kandong gambling King Qin Sihai, Bashu gambling king Zheng Ruhuan, Yecheng gambling king Fu Ming, Jinmen gambling king He Songbai, Yundian gambling king Liu Yunxiu, etc..."

Mr. Zou said, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

But when I listened, my heart couldn't help but move.

I know that Mr. Zou is about to get to the point.

I specifically touted a sentence:

"Then, old man, you should be the gambling king of Habei?"