It was said that Tang Feng was preparing to take over as the leader of the Baolong clan, but an uninvited guest came to his right.
This uninvited guest spoke fluent English and seemed quite capable. However, after meeting his right hand, he changed to Chinese Z.
It turns out that he is a native of Z country, but he has stayed in Vietnam for many years and learned to speak fluent English. Of course, his Vietnamese is also very standard.
This man looked to be about forty years old, and he seemed very cold-blooded. What was particularly noteworthy was that he was wearing a pair of white gloves on his left hand.
"My name is Bai Sheng." The visitor introduced himself.
"Why did you come to see me?" Your right hand asked straight to the point without talking nonsense.
"I'm here to discuss a business deal with you. But before we discuss the business, can you listen to me tell you a story?" the middle-aged man asked very relaxedly.
The right hand did not speak, but nodded.
Many years ago, in a small rural villa, there was a young man who had nothing to do. He only fought and fought. He never wanted to find a serious job. He fantasized all day about being a big brother and making a fortune.
.Until one day, his sister fell ill.
He lost his parents when he was a child, and his sister was his only relative. He once vowed to let his sister live a good life, but when his sister fell ill, he didn't even have money for treatment.
He shamelessly asked his friends to borrow money, but in the end it was not enough to cover half of his sister's medical expenses. It seemed that his sister was about to be kicked out of the hospital because she could not afford the medical expenses.
At that time, he fell into deep despair. He even posted a notice asking him to do anything as long as someone was willing to pay 10,000 yuan.
Ten thousand yuan was not a small sum in those days. You could buy several wives.
Just at this time, someone came to the door. The person who came was a Vietnamese, and there were several bodyguards behind him.
"If you have something to say, just say it, if you have a fart, just fart," Bai Sheng said coldly.
"My name is Hu Liancheng. I'm from Vietnam." The visitor said in a rather blunt Chinese dialect.
"You want to sell yourself for 10,000 yuan?" Hu Liancheng asked next.
"Yes." Bai Sheng didn't open his mouth when he spoke. He squeezed this answer out from between his teeth.
"Why are you so valuable?" Hu Liancheng asked with interest.
"I don't have time to chat with you. If you fart, what's your throat?" Bai Sheng said, not being used to anyone except his sister, "Mr. Bai Sheng, I know you are short of money. That's why I specially wanted to come."
Help you." What Hu Liancheng said was really hypocritical.
"Don't bullshit me. The government of country Z won't help me, so why are you helping me? What do you mean? Tell it to me. If you continue beating around the bush with me and pissing me off, none of you can leave." Bai Sheng is not afraid of pistols.
He had never touched a pistol at that time, so he relied more heavily on the other two kitchen knives behind him.
Unexpectedly, Hu Liancheng was not angry, but took out a stack of money from his pocket and said with a smile: "Human life is very precious. I don't want to take away your life with money, but I also hope to help you. I want to
I don’t know if you have the guts to buy your finger for a thousand dollars.”
After Hu Liancheng finished speaking, Bai Sheng was also stunned. What did this Vietnamese want to do? Bai Sheng couldn't help but think carefully. Hu Liancheng, who was standing opposite him in a black suit and white tie, took out one piece of RMB from a pile of one hundred yuan in his hand.
Zhang counted ten cards in front of him, which was enough
It was a thousand dollars, and then it was placed flat on the counter of the grocery store. Bai Sheng looked at the huge amount of money on the counter, and the nerves in his left eye jumped. Standing behind him was a generally good little gangster.
He was also covered in sweat and couldn't tell the difference between joy and sorrow.
"If I give him a finger, the money is mine?" Bai Sheng's question still floated out from between his teeth. Hu Liancheng squinted, nodded, and said nothing. Bai Sheng stared at the other person's eyes.
The two looked at each other for a long time.
The six Vietnamese bodyguards behind Hu Liancheng were motionless in their suits and ties at noon on a hot summer day, while the gangster behind Bai Sheng felt that the air was suffocating and hot.
"good!"
Bai Sheng opened his mouth and shouted loudly, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were gleaming, and his movements were as fast as lightning. Before the shout had dissipated, the hand on his back had already pulled out a kitchen knife from his waist, and a cold light flashed behind him.
The little gangster couldn't pull it from behind, and the kitchen knife had already cut off the little finger of his left hand that was flat on the counter. Everyone could clearly hear a "click" sound of broken bones.
The air in the hut suddenly tightened, and the little gangster felt a pain in his heart, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He saw that Bai Sheng was still standing there, not moving or even making a sound. Bai Sheng was quiet next to the grocery store counter.
Standing there, he was in excruciating pain without even letting out a single cry.
The knife slashed very quickly, cutting off the heat flow in the air, and directly chopped off the little finger of his left hand. Because of the excessive force, the kitchen knife had cut deeply into the wooden tabletop of the counter, and blood spattered on the table and the front.
It is a small little finger with white flesh and bright red stubble.
Bai Sheng's left hand that was pressed on the counter did not move. The remaining four fingers, pulled by the severe nerve pain, grabbed the counter with a tremble. His nails had already pulled out sawdust from the board. The root of the last severed finger was white and gray.
The stubble on the bones was quickly buried by the gushing blood, and the peripheral nerves of the broken bones were already painful. Only the nerves in the skin and arms were stabbed deep into the heart with violent needle pricks.
Sweat soaked through Bai Sheng's shabby vest. He clenched half of his teeth and took a deep breath, keeping his eyes on Hu Liancheng.
Hu Liancheng's face was expressionless, and his eyes were like a vacuum.
Bai Sheng did not let go of his right hand that was tightly gripping the handle of the kitchen knife. His left hand with broken fingers left the counter and slowly trembled as he stretched it to the front. He grabbed the ten 100-yuan notes with his bloody left hand.
On the banknote, it instantly became clear. "One thousand, another one."
Bai Sheng saw Hu Liancheng pick out ten more cards from the pile of unity in his hand, calmly and quietly place them where he had just put the money.
"Brother Sheng, no more." The little gangster insisted.
Bai Sheng almost didn't hesitate. He was sure that he heard the meaning of the Vietnamese words clearly, so he tried hard to pull out the kitchen knife on the counter. He didn't know whether it was because the pain made his body lose strength, or because he was too fragile at the time and didn't pull it out. So.
He reached for another kitchen knife behind him, but the knife was snatched away by the gangster when he stopped him.