she's rude

"Does it hurt?" An Jing pulled away Yu Yinxia's hand covering her face, "That woman often treats you like this?"

The moment the hand was pulled away, tears welled up in his eyes.

Yu Yinxia looked up at An Jing with teary eyes and said, "You know what? It's been a long time since anyone asked me if it hurts."

Seeing the redness and swelling on her face, An Jing felt an indescribable emotion in her heart: "I'm sorry, you sprained your foot last time, I forgot to ask. Is it too late to add something now?"

An Jing's tenderness was like a whirlpool in the deep sea, leaving Yu Yinxia no room to struggle, she just sank into it.

"Master Jing, are you pitying me?"

"I love you so much." An Jing wiped away the tears on Yu Yinxia's face with his thumb, "Don't cry. Tears are salty. There is salt in them. They will hurt when they touch the scars."

Yu Yinxia buried her head in her arms and hugged An Jing: "You guessed that it was planned beforehand that I fell in front of your car that day, right?"

An Jing caressed her back: "I only know that your injury is real."

Yu Yinxia's heart was completely confused.

I want to pay Yaoqin my heart.There are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?

"A broken string is a bosom friend. Thank you."

An Jing is very good at business, but not good at writing and writing, so he asked in a puzzled manner, "Are your fingers okay? Have you cut them?"

Yu Yinxia shook her head, raised her head from An Jing's shoulder, and bent down to pick up the broken pipa: "Master Jing is a distinguished guest, so you must not be neglected. Please go back to the banquet hall and continue your meal."

An Jing took out the pen in his coat pocket, pulled Yu Yinxia's hand and put it down again, and pulled out a light gray handkerchief from another pocket.

Write down a string of numbers and fold them: "This is my home phone number, Miss Yu can call it anytime."

Yu Yinxia grabbed the handkerchief and said nothing, An Jing asked again: "Is this piano important?"

"If it's important, can you fix it for me? Master Jing, I don't deserve your sympathy and love. In this world, nothing is important to me. After all, even myself is so cheap."

Yu Yinxia turned around and left.

What An Jing didn't see was her uncontrollable tears after she turned around.But she felt Yu Yinxia's unspeakable bitterness.

……

After the banquet, An Xi and Miss Qi's family said goodbye while chatting and laughing, and Yu Zhengqing talked to An Jing with a cigarette in his hand.

"What do you think Boss An agrees with my previous proposal?"

"What suggestion? I've been a little forgetful lately." An Jing pretended to be confused with understanding.

"An's Tobacco's slogan to Chinese people is still that Chinese people smoke Chinese cigarettes. What we do is just change the packaging and put it on the shelves of my department store with a different brand and slogan. The price is increased by 20%, and it is only for foreigners. Business."

"An's does not do business with foreigners. This is the principle. There are too many foreigner tobacco companies to list. If they can't smoke their own company's cigarettes, An's will not be in troubled waters."

"Boss An is stubborn, be careful not to get burned. Yu finally reminded Boss An kindly: a big tree attracts wind."

It was a kind reminder, but what An Jing heard was a naked threat.

An Shi has endured all the wind and rain.

An Jing didn't think that Yu Zhengqing had the ability to turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, so he was a little tougher in rejecting him.

……

Unexpectedly, on the second day after Yu Zhengqing's proposal was rejected, a fire broke out in the second factory of Ang's Tobacco Company. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and there were no casualties in the factory.

Unsurprisingly.

An Jing visited the second factory in person: "Has the cause of the accident been found out?"

Director He faltered: "I checked and asked everyone one by one, but no suspicious person was found. It should, it should be a malfunction caused by the aging of the machine. Master Jing, everyone heard that there is a new tobacco company called Yinghua. The company has introduced the latest manufacturing machines from abroad..."

An Jing stood up from the chair: "Comfort the workers, and then inform them. Within three days, we will check all the facilities and equipment in the No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] factories, and give me an evaluation report."

Factory Manager He was overjoyed, and responded again and again: "Okay, I will notify you right away, and I promise to complete the report on time."

Although the new machine is expensive and requires a lot of cost, its efficiency and safety factor are high.

It's not that An Jing hasn't thought about this issue, otherwise, after Director He's hint, he wouldn't have given the same hint response immediately to stabilize the morale of the army.

……

After dealing with the tobacco factory, just as An Jing arrived home, An Xi was about to leave.

"After five o'clock, you go out at this time, don't you want to spend time with some girl?"

"Worthy of being my sister! Foretelling things like a god!"

Hit it? !

An Jing paused while taking off his jacket: "The Qi family? Or the Yu family?"

On the day of Yu Zhengqing's birthday banquet, the young lady of the Xu family was not present, and An Xi was not seen interacting with other girls, so I guessed that.

An Xi smiled and helped his sister hang up the jacket: "Yesterday, I had a movie appointment with Qi Ruyue, and her parents agreed. Don't worry, I'll come back after watching the movie and have a meal, and I won't stay out all night."

"Do you like her?" An Jing's question was as straightforward as ever.

"I can't say whether I like her or not, but I think she is very interesting, lively and cute, and there is no psychological burden to get along with her."

"Miss Yu's family burdened you?" When asking this question, An Jing also asked herself.

Her answer is: no burden.

Anxi evaded her questioning, and instead raised a question: "Sister, you won't engage in the old tradition of ordering by your parents and speaking by a matchmaker, right? In this matter, I can make my own decisions, right?"

An Jing doesn't want to be an old fashioned old tradition: "Go, go, come back soon."

"Thank you sister! I know you are the best for me!"

……

After An Xi went out, An Jing stood at the door for a while, put on his coat again, and drove his private car.

At dusk, she drove to the Kill Gang, one of the three major gangs in Shanghai, and picked up the youngest gang boss, 35-year-old Xu Weiqiang.

Behind her, there were five cars protecting Xu Weiqiang.

"Xu Weiqiang, you have such a big fight every time you go out, can't you have a little freedom in life?" Sometimes, An Jing envied Xu Weiqiang, but sometimes, she felt sad for him.

The boss of the gangster is very imposing, but actually lives a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

There are many enemies on this road, and there are many who want to occupy the magpie's nest. He has to be on guard against open and hidden arrows all the time, and he will not be at peace for a moment.

Xu Weiqiang smiled bitterly: "Do you think I look like a person with a free life?"

"Damn! What is the mafia boss afraid of dying? Die early and be reborn early. After 18 years, he will be a hero again."

"I said Master Jing, how can it be so difficult to say something nice from your mouth! You and I have been friends for seven or eight years, and I don't deserve to hear a few nice words from you? Please, please, my lord is generous, Don't haggle over every detail with women." Xu Weiqiang smiled hippie, "What's going on tonight?"

"Regular projects, I'll take you to put out the fire. All the expenses will be charged to my account, you just save your life to eat, drink and have fun. Don't ask about other things."

Fire suppression = good wine + beauty

The smile on Xu Weiqiang's face was still there, and he put his hand on the back of An Jing's right hand that was on the steering wheel: "Don't let them put out the fire for me every time, you are kind enough to put out the fire for me once, and the life of the gang and me will be destroyed." is yours."

An Jing looked calm: "I want to sleep in my bed, I'm afraid you won't see the sun the next day. Do you want to try?"

"You're cruel!" Xu Weiqiang withdrew his hand resentfully.

He was a bit exaggerated when he said that he couldn't love this woman, An Jing.But in all fairness, he really liked her.

In fact, he is clear in his heart, and it is most appropriate to maintain the current "ally" relationship with An Jing.

You can't go beyond the threshold.

After all, he and she are evenly matched and have different ways. It is impossible to maintain a "lover" or "lover" relationship for a long time.

So, just play tricks, occasionally take advantage of a little "little advantage", and entertain yourself, which is harmless.

……

Xianlemen.

One of the six famous dance halls in the concession, and the one that An Jing and Xu Weiqiang visited most often when they were "hanging out" together in the past two years.

Well, there are two reasons.One is that Xianlemen is closest to the edge of the concession, so it is convenient to run when something happens.

Second, An Jing's favorite song is available here.

This song did not come from Tai Zhuzi's mouth, but an ordinary singer who was not good looking and dared not show her true colors on weekdays.

An Jing asked: "Boss Yu, is Miss Hongying here tonight?"

Hongying is not a pillar, nor is it the kind of girl who can be taken out, but she is the most favored by the two influential figures.

Even the boss here thinks that Hongying is the one with the best life in Xianle Ballroom.

Boss Yu nodded and bowed his head: "Master Jing and Master Qiang came by coincidence. Miss Hongying hasn't been on stage for several days. Today, she just happened to be here. You two take a seat in the private room."

Xu Weiqiang teased: "I'm curious, this Hongying can't be seen or touched, it's just a singer, why are you protecting her intentionally or not? If you really want to put out my fire, wrap Hongying down tonight. Don't tell me, it's you who want to find a woman to play with?"

An Jing gave Xu Weiqiang a deadly look.

"Okay, I'll shut up. The beauty of a gentleman, there are many women in Shanghai, I won't compete with you."

After a thousand calls and calls, I still hold the pipa and half cover my face.

In response to the scene of Hongying coming to power.

As soon as the song started, before the end, Xu Weiqiang clapped his hands and applauded and attracted the attention of the surroundings: "Good! Good singing! Good playing!"

Hongying wore a vermilion close-fitting cheongsam today, which outlined her curvy figure.She wore a western-style black veil on her head, covering more than half of her face.

If it is not known that she is "ugly", anyone would want to rush up to kiss Fangze in terms of the pictures on the stage.

From the corner of her eye, Hongying unconsciously looked in the direction of the applause, and she lost her soul when she looked.

Ever since she responded to her father's plan, she had already expected such a day.In her expectation, at this moment, she should be calm and unhurried.

But in reality, she was so flustered that she didn't know what to do.

Master Jing, I went the wrong way.But I can't turn back.I only hope that the Hongying you protect will always be the Hongying singing to you in the Xianle Ballroom.

……

Xu Weiqiang applauded Hongying's performance in a high-profile way, not once or twice.

What he did was to make everyone in the venue recognize that Hongying was a woman under the cover of Lord Qiang, so that those who had crooked thoughts about Hongying could abide by the rules.

Hongying's singing was interrupted abruptly, no one dared to speak out, and the audience couldn't recover for a long time.

Until the sound of wine bottles breaking and scolding coming from the private room in the secluded area: "Damn it, what a disappointment! Boss Yu, the level of singing prostitutes in your dance hall is too poor!"

A drunken middle-aged man walked out of the private room, holding the wine bottle in his right hand, and pointing with his left hand: "Let me see, which little bitch / person ruined my elegance. Go, bring him, let me Master taught her the rules of being a singer."

Boss Yu hurriedly apologized: "Dong Xue calmed down, there was something wrong with the piano they played, and I asked them to change the piano."

The man continued to be irritable: "Don't talk nonsense with me, I asked you to bring someone here, are you deaf?"

"It's really not..."

"Crash!" Another wine bottle shattered.

The man staggered towards the stage, pointed to his face, and then to Boss Yu: "Boss Yu, keep your eyes open to see who I am, and then think about what is the right way to do it."

Hongying regained her composure and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the troublemaker: "Stop! Hongying, right? Let me ask you, are you Xu Weiqiang's woman?"

Xu Weiqiang couldn't sit still when he heard the man calling him by his first name, and said to An Jing, "This man is Xue Hua, the new Chinese director of the Industrial Bureau of the Concession. Before he took office, he had a feud with me. Don't show up. I'm going to fix him."

One is the boss of the gangster, and the other is the director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau. Boss Yu is trembling and in a dilemma: "You two..."

"Boss Yu, I advise you to go further away." Xu Weiqiang also walked up to Xue Hua with a bottle of wine in his hand, "Boss Xue, oh no, I should call you Director Xue. Dong Xue is arrogant, what can I teach you?"

Xue Hua raised his hand, and five or six Vietnamese police officers with guns lined up on both sides of him.

Not to be outdone, Xu Weiqiang snapped his fingers, and more than a dozen gang followers also surrounded him with guns in hand.

"This is under the jurisdiction of the Concession, not your gang territory. Xu Weiqiang, if you dare to attack me today, you are openly making an enemy of the Concession Industry Bureau. Now the Industry Bureau is my backer, and I am also a man of courage. You Call me Master Xue respectfully, and say sorry to me, and the grievances and grievances between you and me in the past will be written off."

"Hmph, Master Xue." Xu Weiqiang took a few steps forward and smashed the wine bottle on Xue Hua's head, "I'm sorry, Master Xue, my hands are slippery."