its 086: What bad luck

"Don't worry." Lin Zhi said respectfully, "As soon as Wang Liangpeng had an accident, I kept those things properly and buried them very deeply, and would never be traced by anyone."

Obviously, the "buried" in their mouths is by no means literal, which is a slang that only they can understand the specific meaning. And that batch of things refers to the batch of "guys" that Wang Liangpeng asked Lao Lin to do at the beginning. At that time, Wang Liangpeng was about to get a good gun that was difficult to get in China, and the terrible thing was that he was taking the gun with him when he died. Now this gun has attracted the attention of the police. If Lin Zhi accidentally handles the gun at this time, it is very likely to catch fire.

Lin Zhi in front of him is the "Lao Lin" that Wang Liangpeng called on the phone that day, and this "Nio Nie Lao" is the legendary figure who created the Hesheng League and will become the largest force in Pennsylvania - Nie Yong.

"That's good." Nie Yong smiled and nodded. Have you investigated the three people from Tangxiang City?

"One is water delivery, one is a chef, and the other is a small employee of a company. They are all people who can't get on the table." Lin Zhi smiled and said, "It's just a coincidence that I saved Yu Qianyu from the stupid subordinates of the establishment industry. Cheng Guotao probably took a fancy to these people's skills, so he kept them to protect Yu Qianyu. However, these are not the main force. They are all ordinary people. They have just practiced some kung fu.

"Of course it is not the main force." Nie Yong nodded slightly, "I think these three people are the blindfolding method of the old man. He wants us to do it by ourselves, and then he can pick the ready-made and grab our tails. Hey hey, do you think I don't know what his trump card is?

"That guy is awesome." Lin Zhi sighed, "If it hadn't been for that mysterious man, Cheng Cheng would not have been so scary. None of the bosses of the gang below dared to secretly attack the old man because of the mysterious man. What kind of person is that guy? Damn, I haven't been able to find it after several years.

"If he can be found by us so easily, he will not become Cheng Guotao's trump card." Nie Yong smiled and then yawned. Lin Zhiji stood up and said, "Nep Lao, it's so late, I won't bother you."

"Go ahead." Nie Yong waved his hand and said with a smile, "As soon as you get older, it's easy to be sleepy."

After Lin Zhizhi made a salute to Nie Yong, he slowly walked out of the villa.

"Father, everything is ready." Shortly after Lin Zhi left, a middle-aged man in his forties came down from the second floor of the villa and sat next to Nie Yong. This man looks very similar to Nie Yong. Judging from his name, it is naturally his son. Indeed, he is the only son of Nie Yong, the future successor of Shengmeng, and the second person now, Nie Wuwei.

"Very good, very good." Nie Yong nodded slowly, with a smile on his face. How about that boy? Do you agree?"

"You know him." Nie Wuwei shook his head helplessly, "His rebellious psychology is too serious, and I can only... I can only use the exciting method. But I don't know what the effect will be.

"It doesn't matter." Nie Yong smiled and said, "If this plan succeeds, then everything will be simple. No killing, no bloody storm, Heidan Group, it's mine.

A moment later, a gloomy and terrible laughter echoed in the villa for a long time.

Seven days is neither long nor short. To put it short, the huge workload makes people feel like a year. If it is long, seven days have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past seven days, Yu Qianyu rarely took the initiative to talk to Gong Ping. It seemed that the blow to her was too great. Chang Hui and Liu Andong were anxious behind their backs, but there was nothing they could do. These two kids are not young, but they have very little experience in love. Of course, they don't know anything about dealing with women. Or it can also be said that because they don't know anything about dealing with women, they have very little experience in love. A vicious circle.

In the morning of that day, several people had just finished taking the inventory of a batch of goods to be sent away and were taking advantage of a rare moment of leisure to sit by the warehouse to rest. Qian Youheng came out of the office building and went straight to his car. It seemed that he was going to go out. Gong Ping stared at him without blinking. He saw that the bad luck monster that belonged to Yu Qianyu behind him was playing Qian Youheng's luck one by one, and Qian Youheng's luck poured his anger on Qian Youheng's own bad luck.

"So it is." Gong Ping couldn't help smiling. Your own luck only recognizes your own bad luck, so when your luck is attacked, you will naturally only fight back your bad luck, so the external bad luck takes advantage - just hit people, no one fights back.

Qian Youheng opened the door and got into the car. With the sound of the car starting, Gong Ping saw his car suddenly leap forward and hit the flower bed in front of him with a bang.

"Oh, my God!" Hearing the sound, Yu Qianyu, who turned his head and looked past, exclaimed, "What's going on?"

"It's starting." Yun said beside Gong Ping, "As soon as seven days pass, bad luck will settle down. No matter whether the boarder is the object of its hatred or not, it will ruthlessly do it. Ha ha, now it's so lively to have money.

"Obviously, he turned off the engine when he stopped the car, but did not change the gear to neutral." Gong Ping explained to Yu Qianyu, "When he started the car, he did not step on the clutch, so the car suddenly ran out. Look at this force, I'm afraid the front bar can't be kept. I don't know if it's all.

As he was talking, Qian Youheng came out of the car with a gloomy face. He went to the front and looked at the terrible front of the car. He was so angry that he stamped his foot hard and scolded loudly.

"You deserve it!" Yu Qianyu looked at it from afar with a smile on his face. The anger of being bullied by this man for many days was finally released at this moment.

At this moment, a group of birds flew by in the sky. Immediately, two white and black mud-like objects fell from the sky like bombs dropped by the plane, accurately hitting Qian Youheng's head and shoulders, and then down the stream, running all the way, painting his face. Qian Youheng was shocked. After seeing that what fell from the sky was two bird dung, he couldn't help cursing. He couldn't wait to immediately take a shotgun and raise his hand to shoot down the birds.

"This guy is unlucky to get home!" When Yu Qianyu saw this scene, he finally couldn't help laughing. Chang Hui and Liu Andong also whispered, "This old man finally made people angry."

"Is the sky angry and people resentful?" Gong Ping whispered to himself and smiled, "No, it's much more serious than that." With that, he turned his head and no longer looked at whether Qian Youheng had been hit by anything, and walked straight to the truck that had just arrived at the edge of the warehouse.

Whether he sees it or not, Qian Youheng's day is also unlucky to get home.

First, when he was about to go out in the morning, he crashed the car, and then he was humiliated by the bird as a toilet. Just as he returned to the office angrily, took off his dirty coat, and went to the bathroom to clean the bird excrement on his head, but there was no drop of water in the faucet. He tried hard. I patted the faucet twice, but I didn't expect that the faucet flew up in a thrash and hit him on the head, and a surging stream of water shot out of the water pipe under it and drenched his face.

After finally blocking the water pipe with a towel, he had become a standard drowned chicken. He stepped on the accumulated water on the ground and went out of the bathroom. He didn't care about drying the water on his body, so he ran over and grabbed the phone and asked someone to repair the faucet quickly - if this is left alone, it won't take long for his office to become a vast ocean. .

Putting down the phone, he looked at himself in a embarrassment. He couldn't get angry anymore. He just sighed aggrievedly, leaned against his desk, and couldn't help gasping. After a while, he suddenly stood up and hurriedly took out his trouser pocket.

Just last night, a friend who usually doesn't have much contact borrowed a sum of money from him. The IOU is now in his trouser pocket. At this time, after this soak, I don't know what it has become. He took out the IOU in fear, and his hand was a little more forceful. The IOU, which was originally written on thin paper, was torn for most of it. He was so scared that he screamed and carefully unfolded the IOU, and his face became like dead ashes in an instant.

On the borrowed documents that have been soaked for a long time, it seems that there is a splashing ink landscape. The black place is black, the gray place is gray, and the white place is no more or less. Those naturally fainting ink are like the magic pen of the master of traditional Chinese painting. The color change is sometimes gentle and sometimes violent, which is really amazing.

No matter who picks up this picturesque thing, it is difficult to see what was originally written on it.

Qian Youheng felt that his body was trembling. He didn't know whether he was upset about whether the money could be recovered in the future, or because he was drenched with water and had a cold.

Finally, when he thought he was worried about the money, three loud sneezing and a shiver told him that he had a cold.

"I won't be so unlucky today, will I?" He whispered to himself angrily, and the two lines flowed quietly from his nostrils at this time. One line crossed his raised upper lip and sneaked into the place where he kept his tongue teeth while he was talking to himself, and the other line wiped it off in time after he tasted the faint salty taste.

With trembling, he hurried to the hanger, took off a coat and put it on his body, and barely felt a trace of warmth. He picked up the phone, called his subordinates, and asked someone to bring him a suit so that he could change the wet body.

"Minister, what's wrong with the faucet?" At this time, some subordinates ran in and couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Qian Youheng's embarrassed look. Qian Youheng patiently pointed to the bathroom and said tremblingly, "Call a driver to drive me... and send me home... Damn it, did I meet the plague today?"