Chapter 10 Talent
Chapter 10 Talent
Uncle Mao was not used to talking on the phone, so he hummed twice briefly to show that he was listening, and finally said, "Bring Atang to see me in the evening."
"I'd like to invite him for a cup of tea."
"Don't worry, Uncle Cat."
Du Zihua replied: "I will definitely settle it."
"Ah."
Uncle Mao returned the phone to Shatouzi, tugged at his trouser pockets that had slipped down with both hands, and the three layers of fat on his waist trembled slightly. He leaned back in his chair and said with a smile on his face, "Jing Zhongyi has also produced a talent."
"There are ways to do things."
The only underworld thing Jing Zhongyi has been doing recently is the one involving the Thai guy.
The three uncles beside the table, Gao Laosen, Shougui and Dazhe, lowered their eyes and exchanged glances secretly, thinking: What tricks can Jixiang's subordinates play?
"Brother Cat."
"The one called Atang?" Gao Laosen curled his lips.
How can a fool who can't even understand the situation be called a talent?
If the master had not kept a close eye on him, he would have been sold out by the big boss who protected the family when he opened the incense hall and drew the life and death lots.
You have good luck, but you don't know how to cherish it. You should hold on to the money you have.
He also tried to show off by getting rid of the Thai guy. It seemed glorious and he would have a reputation in the underworld, but in the eyes of his uncles, the 49ers who entered Stanley had no future.
Uncle Dragon Head Cat nodded heavily, started to sort the cards on the table, and said with appreciation: "Yes."
"The brother under Jixiang."
Gao Laosen felt guilty, so he rolled the dice and didn't respond.
Da Zhi's eyes rolled, and he said unconvincedly: "Boss, Ah Tang did a good job in killing Thai Zai. But in fact, if he didn't take action, Pa Chewei, Fatty Ming and the others could have handled it."
"If you try to intercept others halfway and steal the limelight from your brothers, be careful not to offend too many people."
"Tsk, you have to go far to be considered a talent, Brother Cat!"
Uncle Mao touched a card, played it, and smiled nonchalantly: "Fatty Ming and Pa Chewei are willing to work for the society, so they are naturally good brothers. But if you say they can handle Thai, I don't believe it. If they can handle it, they would have done it a long time ago. Why wait for Atang to take action?"
"Ah Tong is not only amazing in that he was able to kill the Thai guy, but he also didn't leave any evidence. It was a complete traffic accident. He is patient, smart, and daring."
"Who dares to say he is not a talent? I say he is a talent!"
Uncle with the big mole has a square face with a big nose, Mediterranean hair, and a big hairy black mole on his chin.
Gao Laosen's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he asked in surprise: "Atang is okay?"
"No."
Uncle Cat said, "The timing is just right. If someone can prove that it was the Thai guy who hit the car, then just wait and collect the repair fee from the police."
"Dry."
The big mole cursed: "You are just sitting there waiting for something to happen. You are just waiting to get something for nothing. You are full of bad intentions."
The skinny ghost sneered: "Big Mole, this is called "If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing!" Hey, barking dogs don't bite, and people who really know how to do things never shout."
"That guy under your command, Wei, is no good."
Gao Laosen also nodded and said meaningfully, "This is going to be fun."
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Just over an hour later, Yin Zhaotang met with the company's attorney Du Zihua again: "Mr. Du, are you planning to let me go?" "Mr. Yin, I have collected evidence and sent a complaint letter for you. I hope the Legal Aid Center has not sent a lawyer yet. Otherwise, Mr. Miao, the company's boss, will come after me."
"This is worse than being questioned by my mother, because there is no money to collect." Du Zihua supervised the uniformed police officers to open the handcuffs.
Yin Zhaotang flexed his wrist and asked, "Where are my brothers?"
"You're already out, so there's no reason for them to stay." Du Zihua, holding a briefcase, took Yin Zhaotang out of the interrogation room. They had been held in a small room, and finally had time to visit the environment of the police station.
On one side of the more than ten-meter corridor is the street, and on the other side are several offices and interrogation rooms of the O-Ji. The white walls are full of potholes and gravel, and feel rough and sharp to the touch.
There is a staircase at the end, and you can leave the police station by walking down it.
Ah Le, Dan Tart, and Jiang Hao, with cigarettes in their left hands, gathered at the stairs, with their heads held high and a smug look on their faces.
"Boss."
"Brother Tang!"
When they saw Yin Zhaotang coming out, joy showed in their eyes and they stepped forward to call for help.
"Shut up, opening an incense hall in the teahouse? Be careful or someone will get in again." Yin Zhaotang signaled them to behave themselves.
Du Zihua smiled and said, "Brother Tang, remember to claim your personal belongings downstairs, go home and take a shower in the afternoon, 7:30 pm, Causeway Bay, Chaoyi Restaurant."
"Grandpa will be waiting for you there. Remember to change your clothes and don't bring your official airs into the place."
Yin Zhaotang knew that many old-timers were superstitious about Feng Shui.
"Thank you for reminding."
Du Zihua patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go. I have an appointment with a busty girl to practice yoga tonight. Send me a copy of your horse racing magazine later. Damn, I just found out about this good stuff now. How much money I wasted on the Tanhua. "
Yin Zhaotang agreed easily: "Whatever magazine you want, pick a good girl, and book a good room to wait for you, Mr. Du."
Several people went downstairs together to collect their personal belongings. Just after they finished signing, they ran into Lin Guoguang, who was limping back with the help of crutches and wearing a white shirt.
He saw Yin Zhaotang and the others holding their helmets, taking back the car keys, and preparing to leave, so he quickly quickened his pace, tiptoed up, one high and one low, and reached out to grab the car keys: "Bang, who let you go? It's not even 48 hours yet. Go back and keep sitting down. Sir, I still have a lot of questions."
"Brother Tang, who is this loser?"
"Lame!"
"A lame man was able to run out of Qingshan Hospital. That's quite sharp." Jiang Hao, A Le and Dan Tart laughed and made fun of the lame police officer in public. Although they didn't know that Lin Guoguang was crippled by the boss, they were really courting death by stopping them from going home.
Yin Zhaotang stepped forward, stood in front of the brothers, stared at Lin Guoguang and said: "Guangzi, if you are injured, just go back home and lie down. You don't have to go to work and you can earn money. If you stand in the way of our brothers again, it will not be just a matter of one toe. I will make you a cripple for the rest of your life!"
"do you know?"
Yin Zhaotang glared at him fiercely, not giving him a chance to be arrogant again. He took a step back and shouted in front of everyone on the first floor: "Sir, you beat up a citizen, and the police violently interrogated me. I demand a medical examination! I demand a medical examination!!!"
Lin Guoguang was driven mad by Yin Zhaotang's threat, and he threw away his crutches and stretched out his hands to grab his collar. But Yin Zhaotang just dodged lightly and let go, with a look of contempt.
Lin Guoguang was so angry that his hands were shaking. He felt around his waist for a while, then hurriedly pulled out the gun and was about to point it at Yin Zhaotang.
Li Zhibin, who had been watching for a while, finally shouted, "That's enough! Guoguang, let them go. Just invite them back next time. As a gangster, you'll have plenty of opportunities to come in and out."
"We are lucky this time because there are witnesses. But it may not be the case next time."
"We have plenty of time to play slowly, don't you think, Mr. Tang?"
Li Zhibin put his hands on his hips and glared at Yin Zhaotang.
(End of this chapter)