Ever since the military and police of China, Vietnam, and Burma jointly captured Kunsha, a well-known drug lord in the Golden Triangle, 15 years ago, the drug trafficking forces that had almost twisted into a rope immediately became a mess of scattered sand, and large and small forces emerged one after another.

Wu Haode was originally a "mule driver" under Kunsha, and the so-called "mule driver" was, to put it bluntly, a transporter in charge of drug transportation at the borders of various countries. After Kunsha's death, Wu Haode took a brave and ruthless drug dealer to be like a fish in water in the Golden Triangle, and in a few years he has become the leading drug king on the border of the three countries.

But now, Wu Haode is old and thin, and it is rumored that he is located in his only daughter Wu Qiaoqiao, and the Golden Triangle, which has been quiet for nearly ten years, is surging again. It's just that what has surprised countless forces of all sizes who are waiting for the old man to enter the coffin and come out to get a piece of the pie is that Wu Qiaoqiao not only has a true inheritance of the old man, but also expanded his business from drugs to arms, and it is said that he has recently been engaged in the business of reselling missiles. It is said that that night, the young girl surnamed Wu Qiaoqiao personally cut off the head of the leader of the hostile forces, and ordered the head of the deceased to be hung in front of the door, five steps and one pole, and the distance of more than 100 meters was discharged.

Li Yundao looked at the female drug lord in front of him who looked like a woman but was as resolute as a man, and said seriously: "You don't want your old son to end up miserably at the age when he should enjoy his old age, right?"

Wu Qiaoqiao didn't think about a plan for Wu Haode to spend his old age in peace, and the best way before was to go to the Mediterranean Sea to buy an island, so that the old man could live on the island with peace of mind, so that he could enjoy his old age in peace. However, with Wu Haode's experience in the underworld for so many years, letting him hide to spend his old age is no different from waiting for death, so the father and daughter have not been able to reach an agreement, and at this time, Li Yundao's plan to wash the bottom is the weakness in Wu Qiaoqiao's heart.

"Let's listen to it!" Wu Qiaoqiao leaned back in the chair, stretched out his slender hand, and immediately a black-clothed bodyguard presented a frosted snuff box with a picture of a lady looking at the moon inside, and the black-clothed man who looked expressionless served his master conscientiously and skillfully. Scooping out a pinch of tobacco powder from the pot with a small spoon, sticking it to the side of his nose and taking a sharp breath, Wu Qiaoqiao had an expression of enjoyment, "Li Yundao, I owe you a life, and I will naturally pay you back at the same price." But if you dare to joke with my old man's life, don't blame me Wu Qiaoqiao for turning his face and not recognizing people. She spoke very slowly, squinting at the snuffbox as she looked at the young man in front of her, and the temperature around her seemed to cool down instantly.

"What is this?" Claire's childish voice interrupted the awkward silence between the two, and Xiao Lori looked up at the young man sitting opposite Li Yundao curiously, and couldn't tell whether this person was male or female for a while, and what was even more curious was the exquisitely made celadon snuff bottle in Wu Qiaoqiao's hand.

Wu Qiaoqiao was surprisingly patient with Claire, and handed the snuffbox that could be sold at a sky-high price in any auction house to the little girl opposite with her crooked head and two symmetrical ponytails: "This is called a snuff bottle, used by the emperor." ”

Can't Claire take the snuff bottle, Li Yundao reached out and took the snuff bottle that can be regarded as exquisite workmanship even if it is placed in the present world: "At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the imperial court was weak, and many good objects in the palace were taken out by the eunuchs and palace maids and sold to foreigners. However, most of Zhou's paintings are landscapes in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is very rare to see his ladies' interior paintings. ”

Wu Qiaoqiao was slightly surprised: "Can you see the origin of this pot?"

Li Yundao smiled slightly, raised the high-quality snuff bottle above his head, the natural light outside the window passed through the body of the pot, and the moon disk painted in the pot seemed to come alive in an instant, and the lady's frowning expression was even more lifelike.

"It seems that this is indeed something that the Emperor once used. Li Yundao returned the snuff bottle to Wu Qiaoqiao, "The yin qi of the dead man's thing is too heavy, so it's better not to give the little girl more contact." ”

Claire didn't seem to understand the meaning of Li Yundao's words, frowned angrily, and was slightly dissatisfied.

Wu Qiaoqiao didn't pay attention to the little girl anymore, but looked at Li Yun curiously: "How can you tell that the emperor used it?"

Li Yundao pointed to a few rows of vague small characters painted on the inside of the cigarette bottle and said: "A leaf in the golden well is falling, next to the desolate Yao Palace." The stumps are not scattered, and there is a glow in the sun. The ditch water is empty and hateful, and the clothes are broken and broken. He is like the grass on the side of Ze, and he still has to stay with mandarin ducks. This is a love farewell poem written by Emperor Guangxu to Concubine Zhen. ”

"Concubine Zhen?"

Li Yundao nodded: "Concubine Zhen is Guangxu's favorite concubine, the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Beijing, Cixi fled with Emperor Guangxu, and before leaving, Concubine Zhen, who was only twenty-five years old at the time but had been forced to enter the cold palace, was pushed into the well at the back door of Cining Palace. ”

"Why did you enter the cold palace?" Wu Qiaoqiao was obviously interested, completely forgetting the main topic that the two had just discussed.

Li Yundao said eloquently: "There are many theories about the death of Concubine Zhen, there are generally two kinds of theories, such as the poor relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and falling victim to history and jumping into the well for her husband's voluntary martyrdom.

Wu Qiaoqiao was slightly stunned when she heard this, and said after a long time: "If it is really a martyrdom who jumped into the well, this woman is really stupid, and if she is pushed down the well, it is simply the stupidest." ”

Li Yundao smiled bitterly, but he didn't open his mouth to refute, after all, the person sitting in front of him had a temper and temperament that was as good as that of the Yehenala clan more than a hundred years ago, if this kind of situation happened, it would be basically her who pushed others into the well.

Wu Qiaoqiao took another pinch of snuff, and the charm in his expression flashed in an instant, Li Yundao looked slightly in a daze, and waited for the woman opposite to raise her head before he hurriedly looked away.

"In this way, I will supply you, and the market will be discounted. Afterwards, you have to help the old man get out, otherwise ...... Hmph!" "Wu Qiaoqiao is a neat and neat woman, after saying the word else, the Ling Yan in her eyes is no less than that of a man.

Li Yundao shook his head embarrassedly: "I don't have cash for the time being, can I get the goods first and make up the money?"

"You ......" Wu Qiaoqiao's face suddenly changed, "Are you here to entertain me?"

Li Yundao said with a smile: "It's a good day, but I came all the way to Hong Kong to entertain you?

Wu Qiaoqiao threw the snuffbox to the black-clothed bodyguard behind him, and said with a grim face: "That's it, 20% off, pay the money in one hand and the goods in one hand, and you talk to them about the rest of the things." Wu Qiaoqiao said yes, got up and left.

Li Yundao wanted to catch up and say something, but was stopped by the bodyguard, handed him a business card, and said that he only needed to contact him for the next thing.

A room full of strong men in black walked away, and the diners at the door, who were determined to take a bite of Nakamura Fujiyoshi, rushed in, but they all cautiously stayed away from the table where Li Yundao was.

Little Lori put her hands on her cheeks and said sadly: "I finally saw it clearly, it's a sister!"

Li Yundao rubbed her little head and said, "Even if it's a sister, it's better than most people with handles!"