A black Bentley Continental stopped at the door of the villa. Zhao Qian opened the door and got out of the car. He wiped the bangs on his forehead to make them look more energetic. He also adjusted his shirt collar to make him look more energetic.
With more dignity and formality, he carefully rang the doorbell of the villa.
An old man wearing a black Tang suit came out, bent down and extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said, "The young master is waiting for you in the backyard."
"Thank you, please excuse me." Zhao Qian nodded hurriedly, then took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to the old man's hand.
The old man squeezed the thickness of the envelope with his fingers, nodded, and took Zhao Qian to the backyard of the villa.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the backyard of the villa is actually a standard baseball field.
This is an independent villa. The baseball field is only for the owner of the villa. No one else has the right to enjoy it.
A man was swinging a bat with his back to them. He was tall and straight, and his movements were standard. At first glance, he was an expert in this field.
Whoosh!
The man hit the ball with one stroke, but the bat hit the ball empty and the yellow ball fell behind him.
Empty.
The man turned around, casually handed the bat in his hand to the old man behind him, and said with a smile: "Zhao Qian, you will affect my performance every time you come here."
Zhao Qian's forehead was covered with sweat. He hurriedly bent his body downwards and said in fear: "I'm sorry, young master, I, I didn't know you happened to be playing ball at this time..."
"I asked you to come at this time. If you don't come at this time, when do you plan to come?" the man asked with a gloomy face.
"I, I, was supposed to come, but I didn't show up until the young master finished playing this shot. It's my fault, young master, don't be angry..." Zhao Qian nodded repeatedly, even he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.
wrong.
Fu Zikun laughed loudly, stepped forward and patted Zhao Qian on the shoulder, and said: "Okay, Zhao Qian, let me joke with you. How about squatting in there? You don't blame me for taking action too late. Let you
Did you spend the whole night here in vain?"
"No, no, the eldest young master can help me. It is really the blessing that I, Zhao Qian, earned in my previous life. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be in trouble this time..." Zhao Qian nodded hurriedly to express his gratitude, with a pious look on his face.
Yayu knelt before the Buddha statue.
"Well, how is Zhao Biao? He's still in the south and hasn't run away yet?" Fu Zikun took the towel handed by the old man, wiped the sweat from his hands, and asked casually.
"No, all the exits are blocked. Zhao Biao can't get out at all. He's still hiding in the south and doesn't dare to show his face..." Zhao Qian said cautiously.
"Is it because he can't get out or doesn't want to get out?" Fu Zikun asked with a smile, "After such a big fall in his own territory, if he just ran away, what shame would he have to come back again?"
Zhao Qian shuddered and said hurriedly: "It's all that loser Lu Fan! He secretly called the police and caught us off guard. Otherwise, I would have cut off this loser's hands and feet and sold him to Southeast Asia...