Hearing Jin Fuyao's words, Jin Qing stretched out his feet and said, "Look."
Jin Qing is wearing a pair of flat lambskin shoes. From the appearance, they are no different from other ordinary women's shoes.
Jin Fuyao came back to his senses and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Jin Qing shook the toe of her shoe, "I made these shoelaces by my daughter, the lame old Zhang on the street." So they are not much worse than yours.
Jin Fuyao ""I don't even know how to answer your words.
Too lazy to talk to Jin Qing anymore, Jin Fuyao quietly turned his gaze to the direction where the bodyguard left to kill someone, not necessarily with a knife.
As the bodyguard walked out, he rubbed his fingertips, and from time to time he would put his hand on the tip of his nose and smell it, as if the smooth feeling just now still stayed on his fingertips.
There was a hint of covetousness on the bodyguard's wretched face. Looking at Boss Jin's attitude today, would he have the opportunity to kiss Fangze?
Thinking of the joy, the bodyguard even hummed a song.
Who would have thought that as soon as he walked outside the gate, he saw a man standing in the shadows in the alley in the distance.
The man stretched out his hand and made a few gestures to the bodyguard. The bodyguard's face condensed, he looked left and right, and then trotted towards the man.
The bodyguard ran to the man and stood next to him. He nodded and bowed and said hello to the man, "Sir, if you have anything to do, you can just ask someone for instructions. Why do you have to come in person?"
This man is the contact person between the bodyguard and No. 76.
The man raised his chin and looked at the bodyguard condescendingly, "I heard someone said that you got Jin Fuyao's high heels today. What did you find?"
He hates Chinese people very much. Some of them will betray their country and compatriots for a little so-called benefit.
But other people will fight them to the end because of the so-called national justice.
Of these two kinds of people, the former disgusted him and the latter bored him.
What annoyed him the most was that there were too many people in China.
It even feels like the more you kill, the more you kill.
These people also occupy the vastest land and have inexhaustible resources in their hands.
How could they not be jealous?
Fortunately, they have sophisticated weapons, and so far, most of the Chinese they have encountered do not know how to resist.
As long as they show their weapons, those who are used to being dominated will kneel down in front of them and let them slaughter them.
In order to prevent others from rebelling, they began to try to select some puppets to stand in front of the stage and let these people rule themselves.
But despite this, there are still people who wake up and claim that they should get out of China.
The man stared at the bodyguard with a sinister gaze, not missing any expression on the bodyguard's face.
Someone had already told him what had just happened in the Fortune Flower, otherwise he would not have rushed over to confirm it.
Because he suspected that the person in front of him had revealed their secret to Jin Fuyao.
Stared by the man's burning gaze, a guilty conscience flashed across the bodyguard's face. He suspected that the man knew about his flirtation with Boss Jin just now.
But this guilty conscience has other meanings in the eyes of men.
The man's voice remained unchanged, but the hand hidden in his sleeve moved, "Tell me what you discovered."
The bodyguard smiled flatteringly at the man, "I didn't find anything. I've seen it, it's just a pair of ordinary high heels."
Before he finished speaking, the bodyguard felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and saw that a knife had been inserted into his chest.
The bodyguard was about to speak, but the man covered his mouth and at the same time twisted the knife in his hand.
The bodyguard was lying on the ground, his body twitching subconsciously, but he heard the man's voice clearly coming from above him: "How can a woman like Jin Fuyao fall in love with a piece of trash like you?"
The man's meaning was obvious. If Jin Fuyao hadn't discovered the identity of the bodyguard, it was because Jin Fuyao had received some benefit from the bodyguard.
If Jin Fuyao is really connected with that organization, the bodyguard's body is their warning.
But if Jin Fuyao is indeed just an ordinary dance hall owner, it doesn't matter.
In Huangpu Beach, people die on the streets every day. Who cares if this bodyguard dies?
The man adjusted the top hat on his head and walked towards the exit on the other side of the alley.
Two people were guarding the exit. When they saw the man coming out, they quickly lowered their heads and called out, "Major!"
Major Noda still looked ahead and ordered the two of them, "Go back."
One of the men thought for a while and finally said in disapproval, "Major shouldn't act alone. It's too dangerous."
Major Noda snorted coldly, "Are you asking me to do something?"
The subordinate realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly lowered his head and shut up.
Seeing that his subordinates were not talking, Noda did not say anything more. He just continued to order, "Keep watching over the shoe stall. I still think there is something wrong with them."
The two men hurriedly agreed to the promise.
Noda tightened his windbreaker, left his two men behind, and walked towards No. 76 alone.
After the gifts were delivered, he naturally wanted to go home.
Two hours later, someone discovered the bodyguard's body and sent the news to Jin Fuyao's ears.
Jin Fuyao sighed. This was a warning to her.
She just said a few words to this person, and he died. It seems that there are many people like her who are rich and noble and get two wages.
!
Thinking of this, Jin Fuyao lit a cigarette.
In the curling smoke, her expression was very obscure, as if she was filled with sadness that was too thick to be resolved.
After night falls, the city becomes more and more lively.
Men who were well-dressed during the day put on comfortable casual clothes, walked on the streets lit by neon lights, entered various shops open at night, and enjoyed the happiness that this warm city brought to them.
Seeing that no more business came to his door, the shoe stall owner took two shoe shine boys and returned to his residence carrying shoe shine tools.
After sending the two shoe boys out to eat, the boss took out Jin Fuyao's high heels from the middle of the shoe box. This pair of shoes was exactly the same as the pair on Jin Fuyao's feet.
The boss carefully pulled off the mechanism on the heel and cut out some long and short codes from the padding inside the heel.
Taking out the code book, the boss translated this string of codes, and then his face became very ugly.
Afterwards, he put the shoes back in the tool box, put on a clean robe and went out.
Seeing the boss walking out, one of the children looked up and looked at him, "Old Yasuo, where are you going again?"
The boss raised his hand and patted the kid twice on the head, "Who gave you the courage to take care of me?"
The child was so frightened by the boss that he shrank his neck and dared not speak.
Watching the boss disappear into the night, the kid who was beaten before said to his companion, "Did old Yasuo go to the opium shop again?"
It is said that old Yasuo was originally a very wealthy person, but unfortunately, all his wealth was lost in the opium den.
Now I finally make some money, but I still have to throw it away in the opium den.
The companion continued to eat without raising his head or looking up. "What are you thinking about? It would be nice to have something to eat."
In this world, you should take care of yourself first.
