Chapter 124 Miss Zhou's Door-to-Door Service
Chapter 124 Miss Zhou's Door-to-Door Service
The loyalists on Qingfeng Street gradually dispersed, and the police officers, amidst the shouting, could not help but look towards the young man standing in the attic with a glass of wine in his hand.
The solemn police officer, the front-line police officer, the doctor bandaging the wounded beside the ambulance, the plainclothes officer smoking on the street corner,
At this moment, everyone witnessed the rise of a new star in the underworld, who will surely become a powerful boss in the future!
When even the police became sparse on the streets and some sanitation workers gradually arrived, it meant that the battle between the underworld and the underworld had come to an end, and all that remained was some finishing work.
Uncle Gensheng was impressed by the way he spoke while leaning against the railing. He said with mixed feelings of admiration, "Atang, you speak with such authority!"
“It’s really impressive!”
Yin Zhaotang quickly declined, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Gen, Grandpa is still standing by, please don't hurt me."
Fat Cat coughed twice, leaned on his cane and returned to the table, smiling amiably, "You dare to speak for me, and are you afraid that I'm unhappy?"
"Don't worry, someone will help shout a few words, so I don't have to waste my voice anymore."
"When you get old, you have to accept your age. The world is ruled by you young people."
These words are full of hints, but if the pie is too big, it is easy to choke.
Yin Zhaotang sat on the chair, drank another cup of tea, made a beheading gesture on his neck, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, stop talking, be careful not to let Brother Shatou hear you."
"He will misunderstand me and might really kill me."
Fat Cat sneered: "Idiot!"
If he wasn't afraid that Yin Zhaotang was too young and would be promoted to a high position suddenly, he would become frivolous and dissolute.
I was already thinking about pointing out that Yin Zhaotang was a leading talent.
But saying it in private is a compliment, and saying it publicly is a political decision. Now there are still a few years to slowly protect Yin Zhaotang and train him into a leading boss.
It won’t be too late to give him the position of the chef. As the saying goes, good food is worth waiting for. Shenxiantang will fly to the sky and there is no rush.
However, Shenxiantang is now prominent enough, so how can the smart people present not see what Fat Cat means?
Even Yin Zhaotang's little attempt to find a legitimate job was known to everyone, but everyone believed that Fat Cat had a way.
"Brother Tang, I, Da Shazai, am the head of the Criminal Court, a leading bodyguard, not a gang killer." Shazai wore a gun and guarded the attic stairs all night. Although it is best for a bodyguard to be a mute, it is difficult for him to not say a few words when he is mentioned by name.
Yin Zhaotang slapped his forehead and said in surprise: "I'm sorry, Brother Shatou, I almost forgot you were here."
"Haha."
Uncle Gen and Uncle Jiu both laughed heartily.
Yin Zhaotang washed the teacup with boiling water and put it back on the teacup, showing his intention to leave. He stood up and said, "Uncles, it's getting late. I won't disturb you anymore."
Fat Cat nodded: "Okay, there will be a lot of things to do in the next two days."
"Go back and rest."
Chao Ajiu also said: "Maozai, I'm going back home to sleep too."
"Uncle Jiu, I'll take you there."
Fat Cat stood up quickly.
Yin Zhaotang walked out of the restaurant and glanced at the street before getting into the car.
There were rubble, broken bricks, broken glass, mineral water bottles and cigarette butts everywhere. Two convenience stores were looted, and a tea restaurant and two clothing stores were pried open.
There were several looted shops in the distance.
He felt a ripple in his heart, thinking that he had hurt innocent people, but he bit his cigar, strode into the Rolls-Royce, and thought firmly in his heart: "This is how society is!"
"It belongs to bad people, and even more to good people, but not to cowards."
If you can't be a good person who benefits the world, then be a bad person who only cares about yourself.
You can have a kind side, but you must never be soft-hearted.
The next day, early in the morning.
Eight-thirty.
"Ding ding ding."
Yin Zhaotang was awakened by the mobile phone on the bedside. With his upper body naked and his body wrapped in the quilt, he picked up the phone and answered with sleepy eyes: "Hello, who is that?" "Mr. Yin, open the door."
A clear and playful female voice sounded on the phone.
Yin Zhaotang said unhappily: "Pick, roast chicken, I didn't ask for door-to-door service, get out!"
Snapped.
He quickly hung up the phone, covered his head and continued to sleep. After a while, he suddenly heard some noise in the living room. He woke up suddenly and picked up the big black star on the bedside table.
Click.
Load the gun, aim, and turn off the safety, all in one go.
"what!"
Zhou Huimin stood at the bedroom door, her face pale and she screamed in shock.
Yin Zhaotang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a pretty girl in a white suit. He turned the safety button on the Black Star and turned it around in his hand.
"Who let you in?"
Zhou Huimin was terrified and said in horror: "Today is the Anglican Church's home visit day. I made an appointment with you a week ago. And Jiahui has to go to the hospital for a follow-up check. I made an appointment to accompany her."
"I called you earlier."
Yin Zhaotang remembered, nodded slowly, put the gun back in place, and warned: "Next time, don't open the door of the room carelessly, be careful of being shot."
"well."
Zhou Huimin nodded hurriedly.
Yin Zhaotang remembered that Rong Jiahui had entered the room to take out the dirty clothes, but he was too soundly asleep to wake up. The matter of opening the door should have nothing to do with Zhou Huimin, so his tone softened and he laughed out loud, "Excuse me, Miss Zhou, I need to change my clothes, please close the door."
"It's okay. Sorry, sorry."
Zhou Huimin, who was wearing light makeup, was in a panic and closed the door in a hurry.
Yin Zhaotang changed into a new set of clothes, a white T-shirt with a denim jacket on the upper body, and a simple pair of jeans on the lower body. After washing up, he came to the living room and saw Rong Jiahui eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Jiahui."
"Good morning, boss!" Rong Jiahui's cheeks were puffed up, and he was putting a pork chop sandwich into his mouth with his head raised.
"Mr. Yin, I also brought you breakfast." Zhou Huimin politely pushed a plastic bag over. Although her tone was relatively calm, her body stayed far away and her eyes were evasive, obviously frightened by the big gun.
Yin Zhaotang didn't care at all. He went to open the refrigerator and took out two cans of milk. He put one in front of Zhou Huimin and opened the other one himself. He sat on the chair and joked, "Miss Zhou, thank you for your trouble. Did you see my gun just now?"
“Isn’t it huge?”
Zhou Huimin was stunned, her face flushed instantly, she took back the milk, and stammered, "Big, it's quite big."
"7.62mm caliber."
Yin Zhaotang changed the subject and teased deliberately.
Zhou Huimin looked a little embarrassed and angry. She rolled her eyes at him. Seeing Yin Zhaotang smiling playfully, she got furious and moved closer. She gently grabbed his shoulder with her hand and said angrily, "Mr. Yin, you are taking advantage of me."
"Miss Zhou, I'm talking about the pistol, not that gun!" Yin Zhaotang was really happy to see her gritting her teeth in anger, but she couldn't do anything about it. He laughed and said, "But if you want to see my big gun, I can show it to you when we go back to the room now."
"rogue!"
Zhou Huimin snorted, but the fear she had just felt disappeared without a trace. Yin Zhaotang ate the custard buns with relish, looking at Zhou Huimin from time to time, which made Zhou Huimin's heart beat a little.
If Jiahui wasn't around, she would have told dirty jokes back, but she was different from that pervert named Yin, so she had to consider her image in front of Jiahui.
Jiahui’s cochlear implant has been installed and needs to be checked every three months. She now has earphones on her ears and her hearing has recovered to first-class level.
The door of the house was open, and Niu Qiang and his men were guarding the door.
"There was a huge traffic jam in Yau Tsim Mong and Causeway Bay last night. I heard it was a gang fight. Are you okay?" Zhou Huimin suddenly asked with concern.
(End of this chapter)