Chapter 175 Fatty's Advice

Chapter 175 [Fat's Advice] After that call, I couldn't get in touch with Fatty for half a day, and his satellite phone was always unanswered.

I can't help worrying about him: although I know that this fat man is powerful, the situation in the previous phone call was not optimistic... The room was full of messy clothes, skirts, and women's underwear.

I was so crazy last night that I didn't even notice how many bottles of wine we drank.

Anyway, there is already a row of empty bottles of whisky on the ground. I took a look and found that there were more than a dozen bottles.

On the sofa and the stall in the room, there are full of people. These girls are all untidy and look like jade. It's quite tempting to look at such a fierce look.

Hangover and carnival, until about ten o'clock in the morning, there were still people still sleeping.

Some girls woke up and ran around looking for cigarettes with a tired face.

Such a scene makes me feel a little emotional.

At least in the past, I often experienced this kind of all-night carnival when I was working in a nightclub.

After some young ladies woke up, they were not in a hurry to put on clothes - anyway, they were crazy last night. They didn't care about their bodies**, but just casually pulled over their clothes around them and simply put them on.

There was also a generous person who asked me if I had any cigarettes.

I smiled, took out a hundred yuan and threw it to one of them, and asked her to go out to buy cigarettes.

I know that the most high-end cigarettes in Vietnam are called Shenglipai cigarettes, and the high-end cigarettes are only about 20 yuan a pack.

The young lady immediately smiled and ran out on tiptoe with the money. In a moment, she came back a few packs of cigarettes, and then a group of girls came to grab cigarettes one after another.

I rubbed my temples and felt a headache.

Although I didn't drink too much last night.

But I had a long talk with Hong Da in the morning, and I need to think too much.

I feel that I don't have enough energy.

And that fat man... Alas.

I sighed and called again, but I still couldn't get through.

After Hong Da talked to me in the morning.

It seems that the burden in his heart has been removed, but he is relaxed. He hugged the two girls to the small room next door to supplement sleep, and I have to bother to think about the next step.

Ciro, the three of us were ready to leave the nightclub in the morning.

I spilled a lot of money, and the uncle's style was enough here. The nightclub took my tips from the foreman to the waiter.

I took a look at Ciro, and Ciro was more energetic than me.

But he was very depressed.

I smiled at him, and he gave me a bad smile.

I threw a pack of cigarettes over, and Ciro didn't say much. He just smoked.

I know, he still needs to figure something out.

At this time.

A pair of soft hands gently pressed on my head, and then I felt the woman's soft fingers holding my sun chastity, gently rubbing it to help me massage.

I looked back. It was the mixed-race beauty. I smiled at her: "Wake up." Her hair was very fluffy, and her face was lazy as soon as she woke up.

But the eyes are bright.

She gave me a gentle massage and whispered, "I'm fine.

Fortunately, I went out with you last night..." I understand what she meant. Most of the people who stayed in the room drank a lot of wine, and she went out for a walk. She didn't drink much and could make more money.

I took a look at her and felt that the girl looked more and more pleasing.

She is very beautiful, the kind of beauty with a faint charm.

Especially when I just woke up in the morning, it is a little lazy and seductive, and the eyes are very attractive.

I took a long breath, hugged her with my backhand, and then easily hugged her whole body and put her on my lap.

She exclaimed, and then soon calmed down.

A smile flashed in my eyes, and a pair of small hands began to grope up along my thighs... I gently pressed her hand and said slowly, "No... Please massage my head for me. My head hurts a little."

A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she immediately cheered up. I simply lay down on the sofa with my head resting on her thigh.

She is not proficient in technique. Obviously, she is not good at massage, but the good point is that her fingers are very soft and I feel comfortable.

A group of girls around almost woke up, smoking and chatting together. They all spoke Vietnamese, and I couldn't understand a word anyway.

After thinking about it, I took out my wallet, took out the money inside, tipned them, and then let them go.

I looked up at the mixed-race beauty: "You can go back, too. You can go home and sleep."

Then I gave her the money.

She took the money and stuffed it into her pocket. After thinking about it, she narrowed her eyes and smiled at me: "I'll accompany you for a while and press it for you for a while."

I smiled and didn't say anything.

I feel that this girl probably has a good impression on me.

"How long will you stay in Hanoi?" After a moment of silence, the girl suddenly asked me.

I smiled and didn't say anything.

"Will you come to me again?" Her voice is very gentle.

But I understand that this kind of "gentleness" is also professional! Her purpose is to hope that I can come here to support her again... Just kidding, I was so generous last night. Such a God of Wealth, of course, others can't wait for you to come to your door! This girl is very smart. No wonder she is the red card lady here.

Don't think it's easy to get a red card, and don't think that as long as you are a young lady, you just want to risk your life to let the guests hug the guest model, and you can take off your clothes and drill into the man's arms... Those are the lowest grade.

Only nymphomaniac men or perverts who have never seen a woman will like this.

This mixed-race MM is obviously very technical.

She won't drill into your arms, won't deliberately take off your clothes ** you, but like now, after a hangover, she is happy to make a gentle look, gently massage me, and then look at you with an affectionate tone and gentle eyes... This method is much better! I smiled and said, "I don't know.

I'll come to see you again when I have a chance.

There was a hint of resentment in her eyes, and I couldn't help sighing. This girl's Taoism was too deep... when she was in China.

It's almost all famous super red card girls who can do it so realistically! I felt her fingers slowly sliding down from my forehead, slid across my face intentionally or unintentionally, and her fingertips gently rubbed my skin... Finally, they slowly fell on my chest.

Her fingers deftly opened my collar and suddenly smiled, "Yi? What is this?" Her fingers gently clamped the ring I hung around my neck.

I didn't say anything, but she seemed to be curious: "Is this silver... Why did you hang the ring around your neck?" I didn't answer. I just slowly took her hand away and said with a smile, "Secret, I can't tell you."

She made a face at me.

After a break, I looked at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock.

I immediately turned over and sat up.

patted her face: "Okay, I should go, too."

I asked Silo to go to the next room to call Hong Da, and then I began to tidy up my clothes.

The mixed-race beauty handed me a business card with two fingers, with a smile on her face: "This is my phone number. Remember to come to me when you are free."

I took it over and took a look. There was a faint fragrance on the business card.

A small business card is simply written with a name and a phone number.

"This is my personal business card, not for guests."

She explained with a smile, "My real name above... Remember my name."

After saying that, she came over and kissed me on the face.

There was some cunning in his eyes: "Can I tell you your name?" Xiaowu."

I answered briefly.

"Xiao Wu..." She leaned against me and muttered in my ear.

Then he smiled gently and whispered, "You're fine. I like you very much."

When he walked out of the nightclub, Hong Da's spirit was very good. He seemed to let go of a very heavy burden, and he was obviously much more relaxed.

I took a look at this guy and felt a little helpless.

Ciro looks much better, at least his face is not so gloomy.

I patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's find a place to eat something now.

Fill your stomach."

He smiled at me... and then said to me seriously, "Xiao Wu, I figured it out."

"Eh?" I was stunned for a moment.

"You are my good brother."

The boy has a serious expression: "You won't lie to me! No matter what you say or do, I believe you!" We found a Vietnamese restaurant to eat something. I ate two bowls of shredded chicken powder, but Hong Da killed ten "heading eggs" in one go, that is, that is, the kind of "duck eggs". Looking at him stuffing those fluffy little things into his mouth, I could only sigh. Anyway, I can't eat this kind of thing.

Finally, at about 12 o'clock at noon, I received a call! It's Fatty Fang!" Boy, are you still alive? The voice of the fat man on the other end of the phone was a little weak.

I was relieved: "I should have asked you this sentence, right?"

The fat man smiled and said, "Damn it, this time it's my luck. I was almost sunk by someone and turned the boat into a salty old dog."

He smiled, and then his tone quickly became serious: "Okay, where are you now?" Hanoi.

"I looked around, and then reported the name of the street.

The fat man smiled and said, "It seems that I have to trouble you to be a bodyguard for a few more hours. I'm in Xialong Bay now, so I can only trouble you to bring that guy to see me."

After the fat man finished speaking, he coughed twice. I recognized something wrong and frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?" Damn, it's a little colorful, but it's okay."

He smiled at the other end of the phone, and his voice still said, "Don't worry, my life is very hard.

Hurry up and bring that guy here.

I can only stay here for one day.

Xialong Bay is not far from Hanoi... Anyway, the whole Vietnam is not big.

I simply stopped a taxi on the spot and asked him if he would like to take us to Xia Long Bay.

The driver looked at the three of us in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then Luo Luo instigated to talk to Hong Da about the price.

I know that the driver is making excuses just to raise the price.

I didn't bother to talk to him. I threw 200 yuan directly and said lightly, "That's all. If you don't want to, I'll find someone else."

Sure enough.

The driver immediately smiled brightly, said a few words to Hong Dafei in local words, and even jumped out of the car to open the door for us.

Hong Da sighed to me, "You boy, you are really generous."

I curled my lips: "Time waits for no one.

We spend money on time.

What's more, every time you stay here for an extra minute, you will be in danger for an extra minute.

The car drove out of Hanoi quickly. Looking at the distant city, I sighed in my heart and thought, I don't want to come to this place again in my life! The driver charged a high fare and worked very hard to drive.

More than three hours later, we have arrived near a private pier in Xialong Bay.

I found this place according to the address of the phone call with the fat man on the way.

This is a cruise ship pier.

There are some yachts moored on both sides, but many of them are boats of some travel companies.

Not far away is a fisherman's wharf, and there are many people coming and going.

This place is a little dilapidated. It is on the dock. Many of the boards under my feet are a little old and loose, and they creak when they step on it.

I looked for it for a while.

Looking for the figure of the fat man in the dense boats moored on both sides, he suddenly saw a figure standing there in the distance and wad to me.

I stared at it and recognized it.

This is the Vietnamese under the fat man! It was the Vietnamese who drove the motorboat who sent me to the sea! It was he who gave me a bottle of water containing glucose before I got on the boat.

That bottle of water later saved my life! He was dressed in short clothes, barefoot and dark-skinned. He stood next to a white yacht and waved to me.

When I walked over, I saw a piece of gauze on his hand.

I gestured to him, and he grinned.

Then he pointed to the yacht next to him and motioned us to get on the boat.

He quickly got busy and untied the cable.

Then go ashore with a bucket to reserve fresh water.

This is an old yacht. The hull has not been painted for a long time. It is a little dilapidated. After walking up, Hong Da's eyes were a little wary, and I relaxed because I heard a familiar laughter! The fat man's laughter came from the cabin. I kicked the door open and jumped in first.

Sure enough, I saw the fat man leaning against a chair with a bottle in his hand.

He crossed his knees, revealing a wound on his left calf. He was carefully pouring some medicine from the bottle and spilling it on the wound. He was obviously in pain, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes kept twitching, but the more painful it was, the more he smiled.

"What the hell are you doing?" I frowned with excitement on my face: "Dude, we're meeting again!" The fat man looked up at me with a smile on his face and waved, "Come here! Shit, it just so happens that you're here. Help me with the medicine! I also hung up on my back!" My heart sank and I frowned and walked over, "What's wrong with you?" I saw that the wound on his calf was very deep. The flesh on both sides turned over and shed a lot of blood, and a lot of blood-stained cotton balls and gauze were thrown on the ground. The fat man grinned and kept shaking his big head.

"What are you laughing at?" Shit, because it hurts a lot!" The fat man stared and said, "I'm such a big man, I can't cry!" So I had to laugh! The more it hurts, the more I laugh!" I sighed, took the medicine bottle in his hand, helped him deal with the wound on his calf, and wrapped him in gauze.

The fat man sighed and took off his coat.

I saw a lot of blood on his coat. He casually threw his clothes on the ground, then pointed to the two seats in the cabin, looked at Silo and Hong Da standing at the door, and laughed, "Two guests, just sit down."

But I frowned and stared at the fat man's back.

There is a wound on his back, which is obviously cut out.

I looked at him doubtfully, and he exhaled: "Sand shrapnel.

Damn..." I helped him with the medicine and frowned, "Your wound needs to be stitched. Do you have a needle here?" The fat man waved his hand: "No, don't I know your technique of sewing wounds? The seam is crooked, and I'm so happy that I have to take it back and remove the heavy seam! Please help me with the medicine first, deal with it briefly, and I'll find someone to do it for me when I go back.

After a pause, he smiled and said, "With such a small injury, you can't die!" What's going on?" I whispered.

"At sea, I met my enemy, and everyone had a fight.

I sank one of their boats and ran away.

The fat man looked at me and said, "It was done by the Vietnamese."

His tone is a little vague. I know there are outsiders present now. He can't say it too clearly.

So I won't ask either.

Just quickly wrapped his wound.

Then he handed him a cigarette: "Is there any morphine on board?" I've used it."

The fat man smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about something light."

I haven't seen a fat man for many days. He is still round, but his skin is a little dark, probably sunburned at sea.

The body is still very strong, and the smile is still so brilliant and heroic, with a look of fearless.

The little eyes were still shining with a cunning light... The fat man was also looking at me, and he looked up and down at me several times.

sighed slowly: "Xiao Wu, you have changed so much!" Oh?" I smiled.

"What you look like."

The fat man smiled and said, "You look much more mature, unlike when I first saw you."

I simply smiled, and then pointed to Silo and Hong Da behind me: "This is the brother who came to work with me this time..." I looked at Silo: "Kid, call me big brother.

This is our senior."

The fat man waved his hand, smiled at Silo, and then looked at Hong Da's body with a smile in his eyes: "This... is our distinguished guest this time, right?" This is Mr. Hong.

I took a breath.

He said intently, "I said it on the phone."

The fat man nodded and glanced at Hong Da.

laughed and said, "This man, it's inconvenient for me, so I won't get up and shake hands with you.

Now everyone is in the same boat, take care of each other!" After a pause, he said lightly, "I have already contacted the above.

Take my boat tonight and come with us. I will be responsible for sending you to a safe place... Then the person in charge of our business here will meet and talk to you.

Hong Da nodded, and his face was very serious.

The fat man looked at me and said, "Okay, Xiaowu, your task is done.

Now leave it to me... I'll do the rest."

"Um, will I leave in your boat, too?" I asked a question.

The fat man smiled and said, "It's up to you.

If you are willing to leave in my boat, it's okay, but the sea will be bumpy for a few days. Just don't shout that you can't stand it.

I frowned and glanced at Shiro and Hong Da: "Why take the boat? Let's just go straight back by plane.

The fat man sighed. He kissed me with a strange smile and shook his head and said, "Are you stupid? By plane? Of course, it's no problem for you two to take a plane.

But if Mr. Hong takes a plane, it is equivalent to throwing himself into the net!" He smiled and said, "After all, this is Vietnam, and it is the territory of the Vietnamese... Mr. Hong disappeared for a few days, and now the Vietnamese must be looking for him everywhere... To be honest, you have been in Hanoi for so long and have not been found by the Vietnamese. You are lucky!" I smiled and didn't say anything.

Vietnamese people must also be looking for Hongda, because Hongda has been with me since he went ashore and has no longer contacted the Vietnamese.

After a while, Hong Da was very winked. He knew that we would definitely talk about some private things. He, an outsider, must not be present. He casually found an excuse and went to a cabin inside to rest.

"Help me to the armor wrench and walk."

The fat man sighed and looked at me.

I nodded and left Silo in the cabin.

The fat man was injured in the leg, and his body was half hanging on me. As I held him, I smiled and said, "Dude, your weight has sank a lot."

The fat man laughed and scolded, "Nonsense, I have been floating on the sea for a long time this time, and I should have lost a lot of weight."

On the armor wrench, I helped him sit down, and the fat man's face became serious. He looked up at me: "You did a good job this time!" I didn't say anything.

The fat man sighed: "Before you came, I contacted Fang Bazhi..." "I..." I was just about to say something. The fat man shook his hand and smiled, "You don't have to tell me about your things.

Although Fang Bazhi and I are a nominal organization, I live in Southeast Asia. He hosts the situation in North America and will not ask each other about each other's affairs.

If necessary, we will help each other.

Do you understand? I nodded, with a smile on the corners of my mouth: "I understand... 'Airborne mode'!" A trace of surprise flashed in the fat man's eyes: "Oh, you even understand this. It seems that it has been the past six months.

You have learned a lot.

Then he sighed: "This time, you are airborne to my territory to do things. I will naturally help you solve your difficulties... but..." He frowned.

hesitated for a moment, and then turned to look at the sea in the distance... Suddenly, I heard him say softly, "The situation in Canada is very complicated now. Be careful yourself."

After a pause, the fat man said slowly, "Tiger, I know that guy, too... What I want to say to you is: Don't go his old way!" My heart moved, and I couldn't help staring at the fat man and looking at his face carefully.

The fat man looked at the sea.

The expression on his face was very calm, and there were no emotional fluctuations. The tone of his speech just now seemed to be very stable... But for some reason, I always felt that he seemed to have something to say! Don't follow Tiger's old way... The meaning of this sentence, on the surface, seems to be a simple warning to me: Don't betray the Eighth Master.

... Don't be a traitor... It seems to be just a very simple warning... But with the relationship between the fat man and me, and with his understanding of my nature, he knows.

I will never betray my brother! I know a lot about me as a fat man.

He doesn't have to say such a meaningless "sincerity" to me at all.

So what does this sentence of fat man mean? Don't follow Tiger's old ways! Could it be... my face changed slightly! Is it true that the fat man wants to say to me: Don't be too loyal to the eighth master like Tiger! Tiger has fallen to where he is today. Objectively speaking, he is a traitor. Although he is damned... But it is hard to say that he has no responsibility! As Tiger said, "I have worked hard for the eighth master for 20 years, and now that I am old, what have I got?" The atmosphere was a little silent.

I obviously feel that the fat man wants to imply something to me, but from his point of view, there seems to be something that can't be said in a way.

Finally, the fat man laughed a few times and said, "Well, I've been busy all day and I'm hungry. Go to the cargo ship behind you and move out the bottom box!" Let's feed the stomach first!" The fat man's Vietnamese came back soon. He replenished the ship with fresh water and then brought back a lot of food.

According to the fat man's instructions, I found a box from the cargo ship, which was full of dust.

I carried it out and opened it, only to find that there were a few bottles of wine in it! It's all crooked, and I don't know what the problem is. I'm just learning English recently, but it's obviously not English on the bottle.

"This is Russian!" The fat man patted me on the forehead with a smile: "Kid, this is the most authentic vodka! Old Maozi's favorite thing! My collection! If you hadn't come today, I would have been reluctant to take it out!" There was also a small refrigerator on the ship. I took out a large glass jar from it and took a look: "What is this?" The fat man quickly grabbed it, with a distressed expression on his face: "Damn it! Be careful when you take it! Don't fall to the ground. I can't afford to chop you up!" He sighed and said with a smile, "This is also a good thing, the most authentic Russian caviar! I usually can't bear to take a few bites myself. Today is a bargain for you!" We just put on the wrench, ate vodka, caviar, and some dazzling food brought back by the Vietnamese, and solved the dinner on the spot.

I can't get used to that caviar, although the fat man said it was precious.

But Hong Da was obviously familiar with goods. When he saw vodka and caviar, his eyes immediately shone! So the two fat men quickly became familiar with each other by drinking.

Although the fat man is injured and should not drink, this kind of man who muddles around on the knife ignores these.

Pour vodka into your mouth as usual.

After being full of wine and food, the fat man asked the Vietnamese to take Hong Da into the cabin to rest.

He looked at me and said slowly, "I'm going to sail tonight... You..." He thought for a moment and said, "You'd better not go in my boat."

He sighed, smiled and said, "It's not very safe at sea.

You and Siro, let's go back to Hanoi and leave Vietnam by plane from Hanoi.

Anyway, the Vietnamese are looking for Hongda. You two are very safe in Vietnam.

I nodded: "Then be careful at sea."

The fat man smiled and said, "Recently, we fell out with the Vietnamese. We have done several transactions at sea with each other. Now I have no choice but to let Hong Da leave in my boat.

He can't appear in public at stations and airports. It's dangerous to show up. It's safest to walk from the sea.

As for you... you can go back by plane."

I didn't say anything, but Ciro hesitated.

He seemed to want to say something, but I immediately held his hand and stopped him from opening his mouth.

"That's it."

I simply said, "Let's go back to Hanoi by plane."

The fat man didn't say anything more. He asked the Vietnamese to take us to the dock and stood on the boat watching me and Ciro go away.

"Xiao Wu... Is this all right?" Silo was a little worried: "Hong Da is the person we control. Now give Hong Da to him..." I smiled and said, "Don't worry, the fat man can definitely be trusted... There must be a reason why he won't let us follow the boat."

I clenched my fist, and I held something in my palm. It was a very soft ball, a small paper ball, and I didn't know what was written on it.

That's just before the separation, when the fat man hugged me, he quietly stuffed it into my hand!