Chapter 10: The Eager Knife

As night fell, a speedboat docked on a deserted rocky beach.

A man and a woman walked down from the speedboat, the man had a bald head and a ruthless face, and the woman's demeanor was showing, constantly throwing flattering eyes at the man.

Standing on the land of Xiangjiang Island again, mourning waves are full of emotion.

Mourning Bo didn't expect that he would one day become a lost dog, and he couldn't even find a place to stay.

I have obviously hidden at sea, and I can be found by the marine police, this luck is too weak.

Fortunately, he was alert, and at the moment of emergency, he hijacked the snake-headed woman in his arms, otherwise, he would have been locked up in a cell by now.

After the boxing match, he returned to the hut to change his clothes, and when he saw a text message on the pager, Zhuang Zhixiong ran straight to the nearest phone booth.

"What? You actually let the mourning wave escape? ”

Zhuang Zhixiong didn't expect to receive such a message from Miao Zhihua, which made him doubt the strength of the Xiangjiang Police Force.

"He took a woman hostage."

"Are you sure it's a hostage, not an accomplice?"

"Even if it was his female accomplice, according to the regulations, the marine police could not shoot first on the basis that Fu Bo did not shoot first!"

"What a bullshit rule!"

Zhuang Zhixiong was speechless for a while, and when he handed over to the enemy in a short handover, when he was at the moment of life and death, he was still thinking about the regulations, which was really stupid enough.

"We found the yacht on the rocky beach in the east of Xiangjiang Island, and we suspect that Fubo has returned to Xiangjiang Island, and may even return to Kowloon, if you have any news, remember to inform me in time!"

"Don't worry, boss, if you have information, I'll notify you as soon as possible."

It's weird!

Zhuang Zhixiong said with contempt in his heart.

If he really encounters the mourning wave face to face, he will not hesitate at all, and he will definitely draw a gun and shoot.

Not only did the funeral incident keep the police busy all day, but the old boys were also not idle, after all, for a million, even if they were tired, it was worth it.

The irritable Xiangjiang finally regained its calm before nightfall.

The Crazy Boys are like fighting cocks, and after a day of fighting, they want to find a place to heal their wounds.

Behind the red glass of Balan Street, girls are wearing cool, black, white, red, yellow, and various colored stockings on their thighs, which is absolutely a holy place for the old boy to heal.

Three, six, nine, etc., the price varies.

The tallest girl may shout for one or two thousand, but there are also some fast food, about a hundred, and you can still bargain with her.

An obese old Sijiu walked out from behind a red light box, smiling and greeting people when he saw them.

"Monkey, tell your dad that your uncle will have dinner in Dunhuang tomorrow."

"What's the wind, uncle, please eat, don't have to be a favor?"

"No, uncle is on his way to luck."

"Got the Mark Six?"

The obese old Sijiu smiled: "I'm telling you, don't tell anyone that your uncle has won the Mark Six lottery, and it's the jackpot." ”

"Okay, our family will be here tomorrow."

"That's it!"

……

"Hey, big head!"

Daozi waited for Zhuang Zhixiong to finish the call, looked left and right, and came over like an underground party connector.

"Brother Xiang, just say anything directly."

After last night's drunkenness, Zhuang Zhixiong has drawn a line with his former self, he has put himself in the right position, and he is an undercover agent of the police.

Even if you see your friend Daozi appear in front of you, you can analyze the problem rationally and deal with things.

"Who did you just call?"

"A friend, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Zhixiong looked at the knife boy with a nervous look, feeling a little strange, and even with himself, he was a little nervous.

"Is it the police?"

"It's not!"

How could Zhuang Zhixiong admit that Daozi was still annoyed by the fact that he was a police informant last night, and now admits that he called the police, isn't this adding fuel to the fire?

"Don't deny it, I just heard you say that you're in mourning."

Daozi also discovered his emotions, which aroused Zhuang Zhixiong's vigilance, and hurriedly pulled this good brother to his car, stepped on the accelerator, and slowly left Balan Street.

"Big head, I don't care if you're a police informant or not, if you have news of the funeral, I hope you can tell me."

"Brother Xiang, you also said that I am an informant of the police, and the police are not my informant, they can only ask me questions, how can I ask them questions."

Zhuang Zhixiong was speechless, don't say that he doesn't know where Fubo is, even if he knows, it is impossible to tell Daozi.

Choked by Zhuang Zhixiong, Daozi found that he was a little clumsy and didn't know how to speak.

"Big head, this time is a very important opportunity for me, as long as I can catch the mourning wave and hand it over to Uncle Mei, I will be able to take the position."

"Superior? What's on it? ”

Zhuang Zhixiong looked uneasy: "Brother Xiang, I have contacted the lawyer today, and I am going to sign a contract in the next two days to transfer the shares of the garment factory to you and Ah Mei, each of whom has 30% of the shares, my identity is inconvenient to manage the company, and then you will be the legal person of the garment factory, that is, the licensee." If you are in the position of Hongtaitang, the garment factory will definitely be listed as a key investigation and inspection target by the Serious Crime Team and O Ji. ”

"Why is it so troublesome!"

Daozi thought that he had a share, which was to sit and eat dividends, but now when he heard that he was going to do what kind of legal person and licensee he was going to do, his head suddenly became big.

"It's not trouble, but it's necessary, you can't mix in the underworld for a lifetime, now take advantage of your youth to wash your white, and when you make money, you will go to some charitable foundations and get the name of a big philanthropist. After all, the Son once said, 'If a young man makes a mistake, God will forgive him.' ’”

Dao Zai's nervous mood was immediately amused by his friend's words: "Bullying me for not studying, and 'Zi once said', Confucius and God are in charge of the same group of people?" ”

"The 'son' I am talking about is not the 'son' of Confucius," Zhuang Zhi is eloquent and unique, how could he be said by the knife boy.

"Which 'son' is that?"

"Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov."

"What rice, what coward?"

Dao Zai didn't expect that Zhuang Zhixiong really said a foreign name, but the name sounded a little strange, not like an English name.

"Hahaha......"

Zhuang Zhixiong listened to Daozai's words, and also laughed: "It's not a coward, but Ulyanov, he has a pseudonym, called Lenin, the founding ancestor of the Soviet Union." ”

"Wow, that's awesome!"

When Daozi heard that it was the ancestor of the Soviet Union, he immediately stood in awe.

(In the eighties of the twentieth century, the Soviet Union and the United States were bipolar Cold Wars, and the reputation of the Soviet Union was no weaker than that of the United States.) ）

"Yes, in addition to being the Taizu of the Soviet Union, he is also a famous thinker, with the famous Lenin thought, and he can be regarded as a foreign 'son', similar to Confucius, Mencius, and Zhuangzi, and he can be called 'Suzi'."

"Suzi? It's a comb for combing hair, right? ”

With Zhuang Zhixiong's gag, Dao Zai no longer mentioned the matter of mourning, after all, Zhuang Zhixiong gave him a new direction, and he didn't necessarily have to go to the dark with his head down on the road of Gu Chao Boy.