Chapter 68 The true nature of the hero

Chapter 68 [Xiao Xiong's True Color] I know that Ouyang's identity must be the same. Seeing Qiao Qiao's father nod slightly to me imperceptibly, I immediately understood what he meant.

"Well, Mr. Ouyang, I did have some trouble... It has something to do with Qinghong."

I said something tentatively first, and then looked at Ouyang's expression.

Ouyang's expression was very calm, but when I mentioned the word "Qinghong", a calm smile flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved it. Immediately, the caddies beside him all retreated, and then Ouyang pointed to a few rattan chairs in the shade in the distance: "Don't worry, let's sit down and talk."

The three of us went to the rattan chair and sat down. Soon someone sent a box of cigars, probably at Qiaoqiao's father's order, but Ouyang did not use a cigar, but someone specially took an old-fashioned pipe to lit it for him.

"Chen Yang."

Ouyang took a puff of smoke and looked at me: "Actually, I've heard your name for a long time.

You are very famous! Nowadays, young people can have such achievements at your age. I have never seen any of them... Well, maybe some of the children of the family are good, but they can't compare with you starting from home.

I smiled and said, "Mr. Ouyang is wrong."

"I never praise people."

Ouyang shook his head and then looked at me: "Actually, I know something about you... Well, let me explain it first.

If you ask me to help you mediate the feud between you and Qinghong, you don't have to open your mouth.

I, Ouyang, don't have that much face.

You have turned his only son into a eunuch, which is the hatred of a conscious grandson.

It's not something I can solve.

It's not that I refuted Lao Qiao's face. I can't control this matter.

I was stunned by what he said.

Qiao Qiao's father immediately said, "Ouyang, you are also confused.

Is my old Joe the kind of person who doesn't know the importance? Don't worry, I'm not here to ask you to help mediate that matter.

I also know that it's a dead knot, which can't be solved by others.

"That's good."

Ouyang's expression remains unchanged: "I speak and do things, one is one, two is two.

I can help. As long as I respond, I will not refuse.

But if you can't help, don't blame me for refuting someone's face.

"Mr. Ouyang."

I took a deep breath: "This happened just this afternoon.

Let me explain first. After I finish speaking, you don't have to give Mr. Qiao face.

I don't want to embarrass Mr. Joe about this matter.

I just asked him to help me hook up so that I can talk to the upper level of Qinghong.

No matter what the result of me is after a while, at least it gives me a lot of face if you can sit down and listen to me today.

After that, do you help or not?

Or in the future, everyone is an enemy or a friend, and it's all between your thoughts.

I, Chen Yang, have no complaints.

What I said was neither humble nor arrogant. Qiao Qiao's father couldn't help sighing and winned at me repeatedly, telling me not to be so hard.

Sure enough, a cold light flashed in Ouyang's eyes, and his eyes seemed to stare at me with interest after the lens: "Ha! What a posterity! You know, I haven't heard such a thing for a long time.

Well... It's an enemy or a friend. Are you threatening me? Do you think I dare not touch you? Do you know that the last person who dared to talk to me in this tone is now eating ingot candles underground?

I looked the same and stared straight at him: "Of course I dare not, and I don't mean to threaten you.

The identity of Mr. Ouyang.

I can guess a little bit.

How can I be threatened in your identity? My little achievement is not worth mentioning compared with Mr. Ouyang's deep-rooted roots.

It's just that the person I want to say is by no means me! I'm just suffering from recklessness. In other words, I've helped people take the blame.

I don't mean to be the enemy of Qinghong, but if Qinghong must trouble me, I don't have the reason to wait for him to be killed... Am I always right? Mr. Ouyang, what do you think? Ouyang squinted at me, and his expression suddenly became sunny and dark. After a long time, he suddenly smiled and looked back at Qiao Qiao's father: "Okay! Old Joe, your descendant is very interesting! Well, this son will become a great weapon in the future.

After saying that, he turned around and looked at me: "Okay, Chen Yang, tell me, what's going on?" I sighed, and then I was invited to meet by Shen Shan this afternoon, and then what happened in Shenshan's nightclub, Shen Shan was assassinated, the second master colluded with Ye Huan, I killed the second master, and then was misunderstood as a murderer, ran away all the way, and so on. This series of things were said.

Of course, Shen Shan is secretly a big circle of people. Naturally, I will hide it.

I just said that I had some misunderstanding with Shen Shan's people when I was in the hotel before, and Shen Shan knew that I knew Qiao Qiao's father, so he didn't touch me rashly, but asked me to talk to him and give him an explanation.

That makes sense.

As I said, I looked carefully at the expression on Ouyang's face.

This middle-aged man is obviously the kind of person who is not happy or angry. A pair of eyes are hidden behind the lenses, but his emotions are not revealed at all.

Even if I said that Shen Shan died, he just raised his eyebrows gently and then returned to normal.

After I finished speaking, Ouyang was silent. After a long time, he nodded: "Well, in this way, Shen Shan is dead, isn't he?" Yes.

Just about two hours ago.

I sighed.

"Shen Shan's men, the second head... Well, you killed him, didn't you?" Yes."

I nodded.

Ouyang closed his eyes, as if he had thought about it carefully for a while. Then when he opened his eyes, he did not speak to me immediately, but raised his hand. Immediately, one of his men came to him and bent down.

"Go and find the person in charge of delivering the message in Shanghai..." Ouyang looked at his watch: "In 30 minutes, I want to see him appear in front of me."

Ouyang's men immediately nodded and then left with a blank face.

Ouyang didn't talk to me. He just smoked quietly, occasionally casually buttoned the pipe gently to buckle the ash, and then took a sip of tea, but never spoke.

Qiaoqiao's father and I looked at each other and said nothing.

Half an hour passed quickly.

At this moment, the sun is about to go down, and the sky has darkened, but Ouyang does not seem to have the intention of moving, but leaned on the chair more leisurely.

After a while, I saw Ouyang's men stride over in the distance, followed by a man behind him.

When the two came to us, I saw clearly that the man brought by Ouyang's men was a fat man in a brown suit. The fat man was sweating profusely at this moment. As he walked, he wiped his sweat nervously, after seeing Ouyang.

Suddenly, his legs softened and he knelt down with a plop.

Ouyang didn't say anything. He just picked up the teacup in front of him, drank all the tea in one mouthful, then slowly took off his glasses and took out a mirror cloth from his pocket to gently wipe it. His movements were gentle and slow, and his face was peaceful.

The fat man kneeling there seemed to be so scared that he was no longer possessed. He trembled like a swing, and his face was full of cold sweat, but he didn't even dare to wipe it.

"Shen Shan is dead, do you know?" Ouyang opened his mouth gently.

"Guge Ge Ge Ge Ge... I know."

The fat man's teeth were fighting, and he reluctantly answered.

"It happened more than two hours ago."

Ouyang sighed. He put on his glasses again and looked at the fat man in front of him: "Such a big thing, but I just got the news.

Moreover, it is also news from outsiders.

"Guge Ge Ge..." The fat man didn't dare to speak, and his teeth continued to fight.

Ouyang snorted, raised his chin, and looked at the man who had just been sent out: "Where did you find him?" The man came over and whispered a word in Ouyang's ear.

After hearing this sentence, Ouyang's face immediately sank, and his face was full of coldness! OK, that's good!" His tone was cold: "I give you millions of funds every year, let you stare at the news here in Shanghai, let you stare at Shen Shan... As a result, such a big thing happened. Shen Shan's body is cold, but you are still a woman's **!!" Mr. Ouyang..." The fat man was about to cry. He rubbed his knees on the ground a few times. He could hardly wait to come up and hug Ouyang's thighs. He fell on the ground and trembled. He shouted, "The incident happened suddenly. I'm really unprepared... I'm loyal to you and never dare to "..." [Kiss of Heaven] "It's just that today, this is an accident, isn't it?" Ouyang said lightly.

The fat man nodded repeatedly, but Ouyang sneered, "Your duty is that such a big thing has happened, but I didn't get any report. Instead, an outsider told me the news! Humph! In just a few hours... Do you know how much this just a few hours can make things change! You..." When Ouyang said this, he suddenly raised his hand, and the men beside him immediately took out a gun from his arms and handed it to him.

Ouyang stood up, walked to the fat man with a gun in his hand, and said coldly, "No one can break the rules I set! Do you understand what I mean?" ...Clear, understand!" The fat man suddenly raised his head, his face was gray, and his eyes also showed despair.

"Very good."

Ouyang held the gun, and the muzzle gently held the fat man's forehead: "Your family, I will take care of your children studying in Europe, and I will continue to support them.

You... don't worry."

The fat man was still shivering, but he took the gun in Ouyang's hand tremblingly. Then he gritted his teeth and put the muzzle into his mouth. His fingers trembled, but finally touched the trigger.

I was shocked, but Qiao Qiao's father next to him had turned his head and sighed gently.

... Bang! With a crisp gunshot, the fat man's body fell to the ground, and the blood stained the lawn on the ground... Ouyang glanced at his subordinate and suddenly said, "Cheng Xiao, how long have you been with me?" Thirteen years and nine months.

The subordinate answered quickly.

Ouyang nodded and pointed to the body on the ground: "Take him down... You are responsible for the future affairs in Shanghai.

You took over his house, car, location, all of them... Don't let me down."

The man's face showed ecstasy. He knelt down on the spot and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Ouyang! I will definitely not let you down!" Ouyang no longer looked at him, but waved to me: "Chen Yang, come with me for a cup of tea."

He looked at Qiao Qiao's father again: "Old Joe, I'm sorry to let your place be stained with blood.

And... I'll borrow your descendant for a while. You won't object, will you?" Qiao Qiao's father laughed and said, "Mr. Ouyang looks up to him. It's his honor. How can I object?" ***** I followed Ouyang without saying a word. The scene that just happened made my heart unable to calm down now.

It's not that I haven't seen a dead person.

It's not that I haven't killed anyone and seen blood.

It's just that Ouyang looks so elegant. He played golf together with a smile a while ago. When he killed someone, he turned his face ruthlessly and made a decision. He had no hesitation at all. There were rewards and punishments, and he was full of heroism! If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes and just looking at the appearance, who would have thought that such a gentle middle-aged man would be such a figure?! I followed Ouyang away, and then took the battery car out of the golf course.

We came to the indoors, and then the two of us went to the dressing room to change casual clothes. With Ouyang, we came to an antique place full of Chinese style.

The tables and chairs here are all carved from tree roots, with a trace of ancient heritage in nature, which is full of flavor.

Ouyang and I sat face to face. On the table carved from a huge tree root in front of us, there was a set of kung fu tea sets. Ouyang and I had cleaned our hands and changed our clothes at this moment.

There are only the two of us in the huge room, and his men are waiting outside.

Ouyang did not panic to play with the gap in front of him, washed the cup, smelled the fragrance, and the set of procedures were meticulous. Finally, after sipting tea for me, he smiled and said, "Tianpin."

Without hesitation, I picked it up and took a sip: "Very, very fragrant!" Ouyang smiled and said, "There is no need to say polite words... Hey hey, in fact, you must be thinking, how these gangster bosss like this whole set of kung fu tea.

Obviously, it's all about killing people and selling goods, but they just like to pretend to be elegant, right? I was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "This... I thought about it before, but now I don't think so."

"Oh?" Ouyang took a look at me.

"Yes."

I looked frank: "Actually, Mr. Ouyang, I'm also a gangster. Naturally, I understand... If you take this road, once you come up, there is no way to turn back.

How many underworld leaders in the world can die in the end and get a good end? Killing... Killing people is killing a lot, and some of them are not stained with blood with their hands? It's just that more people have been killed, and the murderous spirit is getting thicker and thicker. If you are not careful, something will go wrong in your heart.

Either he becomes a cold-blooded person, or he becomes addicted to killing, and the faster he dies in the end! In this way, if you want to sit firmly, you should keep a normal heart! There is nowhere to vent the murderous spirit. Sooner or later, this normal heart will not be maintained.

Abroad, those bosses of the underworld actually have their own personal psychologists! According to what I know, Mr. Solin, the boss of Canada's hell angel, has his own special private psychologist and the godfather of the Gambino family in the United States... However, we Chinese are different from those foreigners.

We don't want to find a psychologist to regulate psychological stress.

But our ancestors left us a lot of things. Writing and playing chess tea is a good way to calm down and nourish our energy.

It's a pity that I'm a rough person. I can't even learn how to write and play chess tea.

It's Mr. Ouyang. It's admirable to learn such a good tea art. Naturally, I admire your cultivation skills!" Ouyang laughed and seemed to be very satisfied with what I said. He shook his sleeves and said, "Drink tea."

Then he looked at me again: "You are very strange. Originally, when I heard about you, I knew that you had killed the guy with the character. Later, Ye Huan turned around and seemed to have something to do with you... And you can actually spell out such a big foundation in Canada. Among the young generation I met, you He should be a leading figure.

Alas... We are all old. I'm afraid that in less than five years, no one in the younger generation can be on an equal footing with you.

I can't answer this.

I just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Chen Yang, now it's you and me, what we said here today.

You and I speak out, you and I listen, and I will never fall into the ears of the third person, do you understand?" Got it."

I didn't move.

"You must know my identity now."

Ouyang smiled faintly and looked at me.

"I know a little."

I nodded.

"Well, my surname is Ouyang, and my single name is Ji.

Now under Qinghong, the big owner of the word "Ji" is me.

Ouyang smiled and said, "Old Joe, he has been my friend for many years."

I had expected it for a long time.

At the beginning, Qiao Qiao's father told me that he and the boss of the ground were a card player on the card table and often played mahjong together.

Today, when they were chatting just now, I heard them say that they were going to play mahjong together tonight, and I guessed it.

"I know what happened today now, and it has nothing to do with you.

You are just unlucky and encounter such unlucky things... hehe."

Ouyang smiled and said, "I'm only asking you a few questions now, and you answer me honestly."

"Mr. Ouyang, may I ask you?"

I sighed.

"What about this person in Shenshan?" I didn't expect Ouyang's first question.

But he asked Shen Shan, the dead man.

I thought for a moment: "Smart and cunning, hidden... The overall view is also very good."

Ouyang smiled and looked at me with a trace of mockery in his eyes: "I'm afraid you don't say a few more words... He is greedy like a jackal, cunning like a fox and rabbit. He is good at seeing the wind and steering, seeking good luck and avoiding evil, but it's a pity... his eyesight

Otherwise, this person's evaluation.

It's time to be superior again.

I was silent and speechless.

"Well, Shen Shan has been working for you for so many years. Now that he is dead, who are you going to send to pick up the business in Shanghai?" "!!" Ouyang's words almost made me almost stand up!! Although I tried my best to hide my expression, I was a little shocked.

Ouyang smiled and said, "Is it strange? There are all breathable walls in the world.

Shen Shan swayed on both sides and made a fortune on both sides.

This matter can be hidden for a while, how can it be hidden for a lifetime? Humph, it's just that I had nothing to do with this matter in the past. He used to be the shopkeeper of the human word. What's the benefit of breaking this matter? Humph..." I sighed, "It turns out that Mr. Ouyang has known it for a long time."

"Well, so I'm not surprised that Shen Shan will meet you today."

Ouyang laughed and said, "One is Canada's big circle leader, and the other is the local big circle dark chess. Your connection is also the meaning of the question."

I was suppressed by Ouyang for a long time, and I couldn't help stabbing him. Then I smiled and said, "Well, that's right.

Mr. Ouyang has a good understanding of Shen Shan.

If I guessed correctly, Shen Shan refused to throw himself to Ye Huan that day, but he was not loyal to the human character. Thinking about it, he had secretly fallen to Mr. Ouyang's command.

Ouyang laughed and said, "You know this matter. It seems that Shen Shan told you about it.

Not bad... Although Shen Shan can't see people's eyes, he can still see through the situation.

He is not a guy who is willing to be a loyal minister. Ye Huan doesn't have many days, and his words are like a closed dew. Naturally, he has to find a good way out.

I'm not hiding it from you. If it doesn't have today's event, then in less than a month, Shen Shan will change his surname and officially come to my place from the letterhead.

At this point, he sighed: "It's a pity... It's a pity!" I didn't say anything. I picked up the teacup in front of me and took another sip.

Ouyang's eyes flashed, looked at me and smiled and said, "Speaking of hatred, when you didn't make a fortune, Qinghong did issue the No. 1 pursuit order and chased you everywhere.

But this time, that time.

Now, no one is a fool. No one will come to make a grudge against you for the personal resentment of the big boss.

After all, your identity is different now.

What happened today... I have figured it out at this moment. I looked up at Ouyang with a smile and said, "Mr. Ouyang, don't take a detour.

Just open the bid code directly.

We might as well set the conditions to say what you can give me and what you want.

It's getting late now. I'm afraid Mr. Qiao has been anxiously waiting for us for dinner.

"Haha!" Ouyang stroked his palm and laughed, "You are a wonderful person! Well, I won't play riddles with you. Just say it directly... You are a black pot, although outsiders seem troublesome, but for me, it's just a one-sentence. I can naturally help you get rid of this offion.

But I don't know. If I help you like this, Chen Yang, how can you repay me? I thought to myself: I'm coming!