met free Chapter 50 My life is worth 3, how much is yours?
Chapter 50 My life is worth 3, how much is yours?
Xiao Fu shook his head, afraid to speak for fear of giving himself away.
Dog Brother glanced at him suspiciously a few times and said:
"We'll start tomorrow at noon; the target will be running on Wusong Street."
"Success is the only option; failure is not an option."
"You know the rules, so I won't go into them."
After saying that, Dog Bro left.
Seeing that Brother Gou had gone far away, Xiao Fu pretended to go back to sleep.
As dawn broke, Xiao Fu slipped out of his residence to inform Gao Qiang.
In front of a newspaper.
Xiao Fu is calling Gao Qiang:
"Brother Qiang, it's me, Xiao Fu. Brother Gou told me to kill you tomorrow."
Gao Qiang, who had spent the night in the car, answered the phone in a daze.
Upon hearing that someone wanted to kill him, he quickly pushed away Ruby's slender, white legs that were pressing down on him.
He put on his clothes and got off the bus.
"Tell me the whole story," Gao Qiang said.
Xiao Fu told him everything about how Brother Gou came to see him in the early morning, but he didn't know who wanted to kill Gao Qiang.
Gao Qiang was amazed.
Dog Bro is growing too.
However, he first sent himself an Ah-Ji, and now he's sent himself a Little Fu.
He's practically my outsourced HR director! I'll definitely invite him to join the company someday.
Gao Qiang's love for him outweighed his hatred.
"You're doing this..."
Based on Lei Meizhen's reminder, Gao Qiang guessed that Fei Hong had found A Gou.
He decided to play along and had Xiao Fu go through Ah Ji's onboarding SOP.
A proven successful pattern should be repeated, repeated, and repeated again.
……
Wusong Street.
11 a.m.
The tea restaurant that Ah Le frequents.
There aren't many people at this spot.
Longgen and Ale were sitting at a table by the window on the second floor, eating breakfast.
The two chatted and laughed.
After chatting for a while, Longgen caught a glimpse of Gao Qiang leading a group of people in a run on the street.
He took a sip of tea and said slowly:
"Ah Le, you were decisive enough last night on Temple Street, and Gao Qiang was ruthless enough too. I heard they injured over a hundred people from the Chang Le Society?"
Ah Le's gaze also shifted from the window, and he put down his coffee cup:
"What happened last night was not arranged by me; Gao Qiang acted on his own initiative."
"Oh?"
Longgen squinted and puffed on his pipe.
His tone and expression were full of disbelief.
He knew perfectly well how Hong Tai was destroyed.
"Really, Gao Qiang is too arrogant. My little temple can't contain such a big Buddha."
Ah Le smiled broadly, his fingers tapping absently on the table:
"Next week, I will propose to Uncle Deng that Gao Qiang be removed from the list of candidates for the Undersea Fund."
"what?"
Seeing that Ah Le's expression was serious and not like he was joking, Long Gen was tempted:
"If you don't want him, give him to me, and we can discuss the terms..."
Now it was A-Le's turn to be surprised. He looked at Long-gen with some confusion:
"Why did you fall for Gao Qiang, that troublemaker?"
Longgen sighed and shook his head:
"Look at the state of Ah Sen now!"
Both of them turned their gazes toward Guan Zisen at the next table, where he was slumped over, snoring loudly.
After hearing what Longgen said, Ale understood and tentatively asked:
"I'm willing to give you the person for the sake of the club, Uncle Longgen, your vote..."
Longgen immediately agreed, fearing that Ale might change his mind:
"Okay, when will the transfer be completed?"
Ah Le suddenly let out two cold laughs:
"Uncle Longgen, remember last month at Dream Paris, I wanted to switch, but you refused."
"I didn't know Gao Qiang was such a good fighter," Long Gen chuckled.
He wasn't good at fighting because of his strength, but because he was both good at fighting and good at making money.
They also adopted the model of Dream Paris's themed parties, and it worked well.
His opinion of Gao Qiang changed a lot, and he felt that if he was properly nurtured, he would definitely be better than Jimmy in the future.
Ah Le felt a growing sense of disgust towards Gao Qiang, who had become too powerful and overshadowed his master.
Longgen wanted to strike while the iron was hot.
Bang bang bang—
Suddenly, several gunshots rang out from outside the window.
Longgen and Ale got up at the same time and looked out the window.
The pedestrians on the street were in complete chaos.
A gunman wearing a stocking hood was repeatedly pulling the trigger at a young man in a white vest.
The young man nimbly dodged into a side alley.
The gunman, holding a large black star gun, pressed closer step by step.
A bread truck was parked across the alley.
Ah Gou watched this scene with bated breath.
All I saw was...
Xiao Fu cautiously circled the wall with his gun, but Gao Qiang, who was hiding behind the wall, knocked the pistol out of his hand with a stick.
When Xiao Fu realized he couldn't retrieve the pistol, he started hand-to-hand combat with Gao Qiang.
The two exchanged blows with brutal force.
As the fight went on, Gao Qiang realized something was wrong.
Is Xiao Fu serious? Is he taking this too seriously? Or is he just trying to create drama for himself?
Xiao Fu was thinking about showing off his skills to his new boss.
He was so eager to improve.
"Damn it."
Ah Gou, inside the bread cart, slapped his thigh, then patted another gunman next to him, who was wearing stockings:
"Go help Xiao Fu, and make sure to kill the target."
The gunman nodded and flung open the door with a whoosh.
Just as he was about to load the gun, a short knife was thrust out from beside the car and held to his neck, causing his heart to skip a few beats.
Ah Gou, who was about to close the car door, saw him standing motionless at the door and asked:
"Ah Cheng, are you asleep?"
The gunman still didn't respond. Ah Gou noticed something was wrong and glanced at him.
Where is his gun?
"Oh no, we've fallen for their trap."
He patted the driver on the shoulder:
"Drive...drive faster...let's go!"
The driver ignored him, pointing dejectedly to the window.
Yizai was pointing a gun at the driver, while Tiebi was pointing a gun at Agou.
"I surrender."
Ah Gou raised his hands and knelt down.
After Aji tied the gunman's hands and feet...
He tugged at his white zippered shirt and pretended to casually walk past the open door of the bread truck.
Seeing that Ah Gou didn't recognize him, he turned back, casually glanced into the car, and pretended to bump into him by chance.
"Brother Dog, long time no see..."
As he spoke, he brandished his short knife.
Ah Gou, who had raised his hands, turned to look at him and forced a sad smile.
Wing and Iron Arm: "..."
Ah Ji is showing off again.
……
Half an hour later.
The rooftop of Paris, a dreamlike place.
Ah Gou and the other two were tied to a bench.
Only Ah Gou's face was covered with a towel.
"Brother Dog, are you going to tell or not?"
Ah-Ji poured water on Ah-Gou's face before asking.
Ah Gou's difficulty breathing from choking on water caused him to struggle and howl.
Cao Dahua, standing to the side, remained silent.
Ah-Ji is really selective in what he learns; he doesn't learn the good things, but he learns all the bad things.
Fortunately, he was stopped by a single look from Gao Qiang.
Ah Ji stopped watering, removed the towel from Dog Brother's face, and asked again:
"Brother Dog, who ordered you to do this?"
"I won't tell; there are rules in this industry..."
Ah Gou is stubborn, but he has a lot of professional ethics.
Before he could finish speaking, Aji waved his hand to interrupt:
"Fine, don't tell me then."
Ah Gou raised an eyebrow, secretly pleased.
Ah-Ji is letting him go out of consideration for old times.
"Xiao Fu, are you going to talk or not?" Aji said coldly.
"I don't know anything, how can I say that?" Xiao Fu pretended to be stubborn.
Ah-Ji nodded: "Okay, you're so tight-lipped."
After saying that, he shoved the towel back over Dog Brother's face.
While watering the plants, I asked Xiao Fu:
"Xiao Fu, I'll ask you one more time, are you going to tell me or not?"
Everyone: "..."
Dog Bro: If he won't talk, then pour water on him. Why are you pouring it on me?
One minute later.
Xiao Fu was stubborn; Ah Gou drank the whole pot of water.
Ah Gou finally couldn't hold back any longer and confessed:
"It was Fei Hong who instigated it."
Fearing that Gao Qiang wouldn't believe him and would continue the waterboarding, he proactively revealed more information:
"He gave me 30 to buy your life."
"How much? Three hundred thousand."
Enraged, Xiao Fu forgot that he was only pretending to be tied up and pulled his hands and feet out of the rope.
He snatched the towel and water bottle from Aji's hands and started applying more pressure to Agou:
"You only gave me 30,000 out of 300,000? You're so greedy."
"I trusted you so much, my fellow villager, and came all the way from the north to work for you..."
Ah Gou: No, how did he just stand up by himself? Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?
Seeing that Xiao Fu's insults were getting dirtier and dirtier, Gao Qiang and the others shook their heads.
Ah Gou was definitely the most miserable boss they had ever met.
Gao Qiang couldn't bear to watch and returned to his office to call Ah Le:
"Godfather, the gunman confessed; it was Fei Hong."
"it is good."
After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, a cold voice said:
"This is a personal matter between you and Fei Hong. I'll give you his phone number so you can talk to him yourself."
After reading the phone call aloud, Ah Le hung up.
That old scoundrel, he keeps talking about personal grudges, trying to absolve himself of all responsibility.
Gao Qiang deliberately used Ah Gou's phone to call Fei Hong.
As soon as the call connected, Fei Hong's voice came from the other end:
"Ah Gou, all done?"
"Haha, I knew it, there's a reason why it's expensive."
"Gao Qiang, you think you're worthy to fight me?"
"They don't even have any connections, yet they dare to act all high and mighty in front of me."
...
As Gao Qiang listened to the insults coming from the phone, his smiling face gradually stiffened.
Out of humanitarian considerations, he listened patiently to the end.
"Ah Gou, are you still listening?" Fei Hong asked.
Gao Qiang coughed twice and said slowly in his deep, rich, and magnetic voice:
"My life is worth 300,000. How much is yours worth?"