In the evening, Cheng Hao and Lao Zhangtou drank wine and chatted about life.

The grandson, who was doing his homework on the side, was eager to try, and his mind was not on writing at all.

"What, Zhang Yun is coming?" the old man gestured with his wine glass raised.

"No, no, no..."

The child hurriedly waved his hand, but his face was still very longing, and he was a little scared when he looked at his grandfather.

"Write your homework!"

The old man said and poured himself wine: "This kid has a hard life! ”

"What about his parents?" asked the old man.

"Drink, drink!" Lao Zhangtou raised his glass and gestured to the two of them.

Cheng Hao understood that there might be something unspeakable, raised his wine glass and said, "Come, drink!"

Xiao Zhang Yun returned to his small school with his homework book, covered the big quilt and didn't speak again.

After a few glasses of wine, Lao Zhang's face flushed, and he grabbed Cheng Hao's hand and said, "I, Lao Zhang, only ask you for one thing!"

Cheng Hao clenched Lao Zhangtou's hand: "You are my savior, don't say one thing, I promise you ten things." ”

"Okay!" Old Zhang Tou nodded: "If I'm not here, I hope you can help me take care of Zhang Yun!"

"I promise you!"

Cheng Hao held Lao Zhangtou's hand tightly, he wanted to say something reassuring, but at Lao Zhangtou's age, who knows what will happen tomorrow.

When Cheng Hao agreed to him, Lao Zhangtou fell asleep.

"Sleep!" Zhang Liang finished speaking, got into the quilt and fell asleep.

Although Cheng Hao was drunk, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and went straight out of the door to blow the sea breeze.

When he remembered that he hadn't been able to find out any useful news all day, Cheng Hao couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Squeak!" The wooden door was pushed open again, and Xiao Zhang Yun, who was wearing a cotton jacket, squatted next to the door and cried.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Hao stepped forward to help Zhang Yun up.

Zhang Yun just shook his head and didn't speak.

"What can I tell my uncle, but my uncle doesn't tell others?" Cheng Hao smiled, giving people a sense of peace.

"I miss my mother!" Zhang Yun touched his snot and tears.

"Where's your mother?" Cheng Hao asked as he picked him up.

Zhang Yun shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Then have you seen her?" Cheng Hao asked again.

Zhang Yun still shook his head, snot and tears.

Cheng Hao sighed, his fate is so similar to himself, he has not had the love of his parents since he was a child, and he was all raised by his grandfather alone.

"Zhang Yun doesn't cry!" Cheng Hao hugged Zhang Yun tightly and coaxed him for a long time.

In the end, he was told a few fairy tales, and Zhang Yun slept in Cheng Hao's arms.

Cheng Hao returned to the wooden house with Zhang Yun in his arms, put him on it, and covered the quilt before falling asleep.

The sword of the early sun cuts through the darkness and drives away the night.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the gambling boat slowly docked at the south pier of the city, and the sand dust got off the boat with the gambler, quickly got into a Mercedes-Benz car, and went straight to Qingshui Villa.

Huang Jingshan, who got up early, is playing Tai Chi in the courtyard at the moment, but he has a bit of appearance, but he is all leather bags, and he can't understand the true meaning.

"Huang Ye!" Shachen sat in the gazebo in the courtyard.

Huang Jingshan didn't speak, he finished a set of Tai Chi boxing, then wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel, strode in front of Shachen and said, "Enter the house!"

Entering the villa, Huang Jingshan and Shachen sat at each other and ate breakfast together.

Huang Jingshan said: "How long has it been since the two of us have eaten together?"

"It's been a few years!" Sha Chen's face was a little sad, he had not been able to take good care of his master outside for all these years, and his sideburns had turned white.

"Big brother. You're old!"

"Haha..." Huang Jingshan smiled and said with some self-deprecation: "Even you say I'm old!"

"I didn't mean that!" Shachen hurriedly waved his hand, I am afraid that Huang Jingshan misinterpreted his meaning.

Huang Jingshan wiped the corners of his mouth with a special tissue: "Do you know why I called you back?"

"I don't know!" Shachen shook his head, he had always been the only one who wanted Huang Jingshan to be his life, and Huang Jingshan told him to go east, but he didn't dare to go west.

Leaning his head back in his chair, Huang Jingshan let out a sigh: "I want to get the relationship between the Huang family and the organization!"

"It's time to pick it up! we can't rule this Deep Sea City without organization."

Shachen knew that since the failure of the island deal, the relationship between the Huang family and the organization had been broken.

"What do you want me to do?" Sanddust clenched his fists as he spoke.

"Hmm!" Huang Jingshan didn't speak, just nodded, "Accompany me to the Jiayin Temple in the west of the city to burn incense!"

"Yes!" Sanddust put down his chopsticks and finished his breakfast.

Half an hour later, Huang Jingshan and Shachen drove Lincoln to Jiayin Temple in the west of the city.

Jiayin Temple, the most famous temple in Jianghai City, is widely rumored by outsiders to respond to requests, and the people who burn incense and worship Buddha on the fifteenth day of the first month are often full.

And Huang Jingshan has done a lot of bad things after often confiding in the Buddha, a back and forth has become a frequent visitor to Jiayin Temple, in recent years Huang Jingshan has donated millions of incense money.

When the host saw the gold lord coming, he immediately stepped forward to greet him: "Donor!"

was welcomed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall by the host, Huang Jingshan and Shachen first burned a stick of incense, and then made a wish to draw lots.

Huang Jingshan respectfully handed the bamboo stick to the master, "Please also ask the master to solve my doubts!"

The master took the bamboo stick, shook his head at first, and then read the signature.

"Dare to ask the master, what is the explanation of this sign?" Huang Jingshan said with a sincere bow.

"No solution!" the master said at a long time, and then entered the inner hall.

"What, what?" Shachen was immediately unhappy, but was stopped by Huang Jingshan.

"This is the land of Buddhism, don't be rude!"

Shachen didn't dare to spread wild in front of Huangjingshan, so he had to give up!

After paying the incense money, the two entered the back hall and ate lunch with the monks.

Under the Jiayin Temple, a Jetta car is parked.

The two people sitting in the car were the old man and Cheng Hao.

It's strange to say why the two of them found it.

In the morning, Cheng Hao received an anonymous text message: Shachen Huangjingshan will go to Jiayin Temple.

With the attitude of giving it a try, the two drove to Jiayin Temple, and sure enough, they saw Huangjingshan and Shachen.

"It's been a long time, and the two of them haven't come out yet, so let's just rush into the temple and kill these two bastards!"

"No!" Cheng Hao shook his head, first of all, he didn't know the reality of the other party, and secondly, this is the focus of Buddhism, and he can't cut the killing ring.

"Dididi!" Cheng Hao's mobile phone rang again, and there was only one word on it: "Withdraw!"

The old man saw the only word on the phone screen and asked Cheng Hao, "What should I do?"

After struggling for a long time, Cheng Hao still sighed: "Withdraw!"

"Listen to you!" the old man immediately started the Jetta and drove down the mountain.

After colliding with several cars that were going up the mountain, the old man couldn't help but speed up, because he recognized the other party as Shachen's men.

(End of chapter)