Chapter 139 Certificate of Title

Chapter 139 [Creceed of Name] The Eighth Master's men did not drive me back to Vancouver, but drove all the way west out of the farm.

I didn't ask anything. Anyway, I'm used to it.

Whether it is the eighth master or his men, it seems that there is a sense of mystery in doing things.

They won't tell you the arrangement of the matter in advance. Anyway, I know that I will always know when I get to the place.

drove west for most of the day, and finally arrived at a small town.

It is close to the seaside, and the car drove all the way to a small dock on the edge of the town.

It can be seen that this is a private marina.

There are many yachts, large and small, moored on both sides.

The guard at the door also stopped our car. Knowing that the eighth master's men showed a pass, they let us in.

This is a small harbor. There are three or four docks in total. I see some workers repairing yachts, and some use paint for painting or maintenance.

Ba Ye's men took me all the way to the exit of a pier, where a large white yacht was parked.

There are two layers of the hull, but the place where the number should have been painted on the hull is empty. Two yellow men are carrying a large bucket of paint to paint some patterns on the hull.

"Go up."

Master Ba's men just simply told me.

After getting on the boat and stepping into the cabin, I saw the Eighth Master's slightly cold face. His eyes were very deep, as if he was thinking about a difficult problem.

However, when he saw me coming in, the eighth master still smiled a little, and then raised his head and looked at me. The expression on his face was still like that, and his tone was also very calm and soothing: "Chen Yang, are you back?" Uh-huh."

I put down my bag and stood in front of the Eighth Master.

"Sit down."

I noticed that there were several cups on the table in the cabin, each with residual tea, and even a drop of tea in two cups had not moved.

Obviously, not long before I came here, Ba Ye had a lot of guests.

The eighth master then casually fiddled with the tea set in front of him. It was a very high-end kung fu tea set. His movements were like flowing water. He washed a cup of tea, and the expression on his face could not see any sadness or joy, but it was like a pool of calm water, calm.

Finally, he gave me a small teacup.

I took it with both hands and took a sip.

"How's it going?" He took a look at me.

"Hmm.

Very good.

"Can you drink it?" I can't drink it."

I smiled and looked very calm: "To be honest, I know almost nothing about these tea ceremony, and I can't tell whether the tea is good or bad, and I don't know how to drink tea... It's just that the tea you use must be good, and the things you use are definitely not bad."

The eighth master smiled. He narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "You are very honest."

"It's not honest."

I said lightly, "I can also tell lies - there are many people in the world who don't tell lies.

It's just that I don't think it's necessary to lie about this kind of problem.

"You are a very good young man."

The eighth master smiled and said, "I talked to Lao Mao Lao Kong on the phone. Just before you came, they all said you were good."

I have no words, and there is no expression on my face.

The eighth master sighed: "You're right.

There is no one in the world who never lies all his life.

Actually...I'll tell you a little secret..." His hand swept the tea set in front of him and smiled, "This tea set is a high-end product, worth tens of thousands of yuan, and it's made by a famous family! This can of tea is more than 1,600 yuan a taels... It's very expensive. Naturally, it's a very good thing.

But, to be honest... In fact, I'm the same as you.

What's good about drinking this 1,600 yuan and a tacier of tea at all..." He laughed and said, "Actually, in my mouth, this thing is not much different from the big bowl of herbal tea I drank in the army in those years."

We looked at each other and laughed.

"The tea ceremony symbolizes my identity, and where I am now, I have to do something that is in line with my identity.

So, I have to put this on this spectrum.

I must put on a full set of postures here in a decent way.

I even learned the necessary procedures for tasting kung fu tea from tea ceremony experts... And all of this is just because of necessity!" I listened to Master Ba's words and seemed to have a little deep meaning, but he didn't say it clearly, and I didn't understand what he meant.

I can only keep silent.

"Chen Yang, in recent years, I have rarely seen a young man that I admire.

I can tell you very clearly that you are one! I'm very happy that the fat man sent you to me.

As for your choice, I don't want to say anything more.

In a word, you choose to do this, you choose to do some big things with us, so everything should follow the rules in this ***!" I understand."

"You are the one sent by the fat man, and I also appreciate you very much. You saved Lao Qi once.

According to reason, I should take care of you.

But this *** naturally has the rules of this ***, so I have to explain it to you first!" Eight, tell me about it.

"Good."

He restrained the smile on his face and his expression became serious: "You should understand that we are an organization! We have a part of our strength in the Chinese *** in Canada.

At the same time, what I have to tell you is... we are black!" I understand."

The eighth master glanced at me quickly: "Lao Qi and I are just members of this organization, or we are just the heads of this area of Vancouver.

But the difference is that Lao Qi has washed his hands in the golden basin, so he basically doesn't care about the things in the organization.

I can ask you to come and follow me directly.

But as I said, we have our rules... Moreover, rules are rules! No one can destroy it! Including myself! ! So although I appreciate you very much, and although there is a fat man in it, I can't directly allow you to enter our organization!" I still didn't say anything. I looked at the eighth master and waited quietly for his follow-up.

There was a trace of satisfaction in the eyes of the eighth master, as if he appreciated my patience.

"In order to enter this ***, you must first do something to convince the brothers in the organization!" The Eighth Master narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Have you read the story of Lin Chongxue's visit to Liangshan at night in the Water Margin?" I've seen it.

"Leopard head."

The eighth master seemed to sigh.

Then he slowly took out a pipe from his arms, knocked twice on the table, added tobacco to light it, and gently spewed out a puff of smoke.

just looked at me with deep meaning: "800,000 forbidden army leaders! Full of martial arts! Lin Chong's ability is also top-notch in Liangshan, but such a big hero must go through a hurdle before joining the gang!" Then the eighth master smiled and said, "Of course, you are not Lin Chong, and I am not a jealous white scholar Wang Lun, and our organization is not Shuibo Liangshan... But there is one thing that is the same!" I sighed and understood what Master Ba said. I said slowly, "Do you want to be famous?" Yes, it's a name certificate.

The eighth master said quickly, "You want to join the company.

You must first do something to make everyone recognize you!" I immediately stood up and said, "What should I do?" The eighth master didn't talk nonsense to me anymore. He pointed his hand to the cups on the table: "Do you see this cup?" Uh-huh."

"Do you remember the day you first came, your seventh uncle was almost blocked at home and done?" Uh-huh."

"Our business has offended those Vietnamese.

Anyway, we have played table tennis with Vietnamese for so many years, and we don't care about this one more grudge.

But this matter is a little strange! I can't tell you the details now. All I can say is that we originally did it secretly, and the Vietnamese should not know it.

But they know! And as revenge, they attacked Uncle Seven! For the Vietnamese, of course, we will have a way to deal with them, but the problem now is that I need to find out who told the Vietnamese about it! Fortunately, in this world, secrets are difficult to keep.

I have found some clues.

is another local Chinese organization.

"Chinese organization?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes," the eighth master said lightly, "In fact, our relationship with the local traditional Chinese gang has not been very good, but everyone has restrained a lot in the past two years. After all, they are all Chinese.

Hit each other and let foreigners see jokes for no reason! But this time they crossed the line! Your seventh uncle has washed his hands in a golden basin, no matter what he organizes! The Vietnamese don't know the rules of us Chinese, and they still do something to him. I don't care about this.

But those Chinese... They are also Chinese! The rules of our Chinese way are that after washing hands, we should not be dragged into these grudges. They should understand this truth!" There was a faint chill in the voice of the eighth master: "I don't care about those foreigners, and I don't care! But as a Chinese, I actually did such a bad thing..." I saw a trace of evil spirit in the eyes of the eighth master! He pointed to the tea cups on the table: "Originally, I made an appointment with a few local leaders of the Chinese gang to chat today. Let's make it clear! I know who caused this incident, and we will definitely get justice! But I hope the other people don't get involved! It's a pity... It seems that we haven't made much noise for a long time. Now we come out to talk about tea with them (talking, slang, meaning negotiation), they seem to have forgotten the past! Humph, our politeness is a blessing for them! What happened today is just a temptation! If that guy is just a person, I'm sure he's not that bold! But he dares to do it. I think it's a test of the local Chinese gang! If we are weak, they will unite and force them step by step! I can also see something about today! Humph..." I understand. It seems that the Eighth Master had a very unspeculative conversation with those people before.

"Rules are rules! If someone breaks the rules, they must pay the price! Otherwise, if everyone dares to break the rules and step across the boundary in the future, then we won't muddle along!" The eighth master slowly took out a photo from his pocket, put it on the table and gently pushed it over.

"This man must die in three days. I don't care what you do."

The eighth master's tone was as cold as ice: "If you fail, I will send someone else to do this... Then you... just continue to wash the car for me!" After saying that, he gave me a look.

I have no words. I picked up the photo and looked at it slowly for a while. Finally, I just said in an understated tone, "Three days, right? I know."