Lao Qian carried two plastic bags and followed Zhao Tietang into the headquarters of the Huaying Association with trepidation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This honest Chinese old man kept his legs trembling when he entered the door, because the gangster's lair was no different from the Yama Hall to ordinary people, even the Huaying Club, which had a good reputation. However, what made him feel strange was that in the headquarters of the Huaying Association, there were no fierce ghosts, and there were no strong men with knives and guns, all he saw was a group of Chinese compatriots with friendly smiles on their faces.

The people gathered together and seemed to be discussing something. After seeing Zhao Tietang bring him in, they stopped talking and turned their eyes to the door with a hint of surprise.

"You kid, you haven't eaten enough duck blood vermicelli soup, and you brought the boss back?" Zhong Zheyuan looked at Zhao Tietang and smiled.

"How dare I?" Zhao Tie touched his head and said with a smile, "It was the neighbors of the Southern District who asked him to come, and I want to thank our wise and martial elders in person!"

After saying that, he turned around and pulled the old money in front of him.

"Uncle Qian, my task is complete. No, this is our President Zhong, if you have anything to say, say it yourself!"

Lao Qian hurriedly put down the bag in his hand and bowed deeply towards Zhong Zheyuan.

"President Zhong, you and your brothers have worked hard these days! I was asked by the neighbors of the Southern District to make some traditional cakes of our Chinese nationality, and I personally sent them to you for you to taste. With that, he bent down and opened the bag, took out a bunch of pastries tied with hemp rope from the bag, and stuffed them into Zhao Tiedan's hand.

"Zheyuan accepted this heart! Please thank the neighbors of the Southern District on my behalf!" Zhong Zheyuan clenched his fists at the old man in front of him and said with a smile.

The old Chinese proverb: Thousands of miles to send goose feathers, the gift is light and affectionate. He felt that these pastries were his most important gain in this battle.

"Let's everyone try it!" Zhao Tie Dan stepped forward, put the pastry in his hand on the table, and then beckoned everyone.

"Iron Courage, when did you kid learn to pat on the back?" said North District Director Josnian quipped as he nibbled on a pastry.

"The mouth of a cannibal is soft. He drank too much free duck blood vermicelli soup, and he couldn't wipe it off, right?" Pan Mei'er, the director of the Western District, looked at Lao Qian and sighed lightly. Women's intuition tells her that Lao Qian is here today, most of the time because of something.

"Sister, you have wronged me by saying this. Iron Courage has been stealing and robbing since he was a child, but he really hasn't eaten an overlord meal!" Zhao Tie Dan shook his head and distinguished.

"Then do you think it's appropriate to bring him here at this time? Pan Meier scolded lightly. Huayinghui fought against Qinghe, and those leaders who lost their protective umbrellas, for their own interests, are now digging their hearts to lean on Huayinghui, and she has refused at least a dozen invitations and banquets in these days.

"Old Qian is a poor man, I just want to help him. We may not be able to help with his affairs, so we may have to ask them for help. Zhao Tiedang sighed lightly, and his eyes drifted to Sun Yujie, Liu Shan and others not far away.

Zhong Zheyuan pulled Lao Qian to sit down and greeted him for a while, and most of the topics focused on some things that the neighbors were concerned about, such as whether Qinghe would collect protection fees in the future, who could enter the Chinese Autonomous Association, and so on.

After the victory in the first battle, Zhong Zheyuan behaved quite close to the people, because Huaying would want to take root in Qinghe, and in the end it was inseparable from the support of the Chinese people in the city. As for Lao Qian, he has been carefully laughing with him, after all, today's President Huaying, in the eyes of the people, has become a big man who can be compared to the mayor of Qinghe, and he has a gun in his hand, and he is even more awe-inspiring than Ruan Tianfeng.

Perhaps because of this reason, what Lao Qian wanted to say in his heart retracted back several times when he reached his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed when he spoke.

"Old Qian, are you here today, do you have anything else?" After noticing this, Zhong Zheyuan took the initiative to ask.

"President, I'm ......" Old Qian wanted to speak and stopped, but his eyes showed deep sadness and pain.

"It's okay, let's talk!" Zhong Zheyuan persuaded, "The purpose of the establishment of the Huaying Association is to protect and help our Chinese civilians, and your business is also our business." ”

After Lao Qian was silent for a moment, he finally looked up at him and said slowly: "I shouldn't have caused trouble for you at this time, but I'm afraid that after missing this opportunity in front of me, there will be no hope...... That's why I beg Iron Courage to bring me to you. ”

Speaking of this, he stood up and walked in front of Zhong Zheyuan.

"President, please, save my daughter!" Two lines of tears slipped down the old cheeks, and the old money fell to his knees with a thud.

"Old Qian, what are you doing? Hurry up, please have something to say!" Zhong Zheyuan hurriedly got up and helped him up.

Zhao Tiedan, Pan Meier and others surrounded one after another, and Sun Yujie, Liu Shan and others in the distance also came over.

"Uncle Qian, don't be like this, it's all your own family, you can tell our president directly if there is anything!" Zhao Tietan helped Lao Qian back to the chair and sat down, persuading.

Old money has been crying. All the heartache and grief flowed freely in the concerned eyes of the compatriots.

"Uncle Qian, don't cry. What is the matter with the daughter you just said?" Zhao Tie asked by squatting beside him. In the few months he has been in Nancheng, he has never heard Lao Qian mention that he has a daughter, nor has he heard anyone say anything about his daughter.

"My daughter was abducted in the middle of the night half a year ago, and the man said that if I dared to call the police or publicize it, he would kill my daughter first and then kill me. Lao Qian wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and then said sadly, "It's nothing for me to die at this age, but I have nothing left in my life, just such a precious daughter, so I can only keep this matter in my heart......"

Lao Qian tried hard to recall, and roughly told everyone the scene when his daughter disappeared.

"Old Qian, do you remember what that person looks like?" Zhong Zheyuan asked after listening to it, after pondering for a while.

Lao Qian shook his head: "It's too dark, I can't see clearly."

"Uncle Tie, if this happened, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhao Tie complained angrily.

"That guy has a gun in his hand! You kid has such a hot temper, I may even kill you if I say it!" Old Qian looked at him and said with a wry smile. The kind old man, although he is worried about his daughter's safety, still does not want his suffering to become a lifeline for others.

"It's a hair to have a gun, we have more guns now!" Zhao Tie dared to roar.

"That's why I'm here today to beg you to help me!" Qian Lao sighed.

If it weren't for the bloody battle at the entrance of the street, if it wasn't for Zhao Tiedan's acquaintance with those Xuanyuan people, if it weren't for the earth-shaking changes in Qinghe that night, he would probably have to swallow this bitter fruit alone. Because he knew very well in his heart that in the city of Qinghe, people who would do such evil things with guns in the middle of the night were either from the Bonus Hall or from the Youth Union Gang, and it would not be useful for him to call the police, and it would be useless for him to ask for help from the Huaying Association. And today, these two gangs have been wiped out by the Huaying Association, and even the mayor is on the side of the Hua, and he can finally tell the story.

"Check! Turn Qinghe City upside down, and find out Old Qian's daughter!" Zhong Zheyuan suddenly got up and said murderously. No one knows better than him the pain of losing his loved ones, and if he lives for a day, he will not let this kind of thing continue to play out in Qinghe and in front of his eyes.

"Old Qian, have you received any news from your daughter in the past six months?" Pan Meier was delicate and asked a very key question tactfully. Killing people is the gangster's favorite thing to do, and she is worried that Qian Lao's daughter may have been killed.

"Then we have to find the murderer, and then break the body into pieces!" Zhong Zheyuan understood the meaning of her words and said coldly.

"She's still alive!" Old Qian shuddered, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Zhong Zheyuan, "This is what she entrusted someone to bring to me." ”

"I'm still alive, don't worry, take care. A sentence was scribbled on the paper, which seemed rushed.

"That's good!" Zhong Zheyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qian Lao, please rest assured, I will immediately ask Huaying to search carefully in the city, and at the same time ask the police to help investigate. With a two-pronged approach, I think I'll be able to get your daughter back!"

"Thank you, President!" Old Qian trembled with excitement, and was about to stand up, but was pushed back into the chair by Zhao Tiedan.

"Uncle, you can go back and wait for our good news with peace of mind! Right now, Qinghe is full of our people, it's not a big deal! I will definitely bring my sister back safely!" Zhao Tie said with a smile.

"Give us a picture of the girl. Pan Meier said to Lao Qian.

"I brought it!" Lao Qian took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Pan Meier.

"We'll definitely find her!" Holding a photo with a father's body temperature, Pan Meier glanced at Zhong Zheyuan sadly, and comforted her softly. In the pocket of the man's chest, there was a picture of a girl hidden close to him. That photo became an insurmountable barrier for her.

"Let's see, everybody. Later, we will print out the photos and send them to the brothers. Pan Meier handed the photo in her hand to Qiao Sinian behind her.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to help with this. At the back of the crowd, Sun Yujie sighed softly. Although I feel sorry for what happened to Lao Qian in my heart, it is most suitable to find someone and hand it over to the local snake Huaying, and he and a few people around him really can't help much.

Although Liu Shan also thought so, he didn't know what came to mind and decided to look at the photo.

So, he walked up, and when everyone had seen it, he asked for the picture.

By the lake, a beautiful girl looks sadly into the distance in the setting sun. Liu Shan remembered that scene very clearly, so he recognized the girl in the photo at a glance.

"No need to look for it, I know where she is!" Liu Shan whispered, killing intent surging in his heart.

(There were some things yesterday, so I didn't change it, and next time I have a situation, I will ask you for leave in advance.) I'm sorry everybody! I'll make up tomorrow. )