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The premiere of "The First Line of Life" was held on the sixth floor of the theater, and the movie hall that Xiao Liu had set for Feng Zhongliang was in the VIP hall on the fifth floor.

When the elevator door opened, the staff guarding the elevator door smiled and saluted. The VIP room on the fifth floor was already full of people.

In a short period of time, layer after layer of sweat had already appeared on Xiao Liu's forehead. The moment he got out of the elevator, he was about to take out his handkerchief to wipe his face, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a man standing not far from the elevator door. The river is far away.

Xiao Liu subconsciously froze, he instinctively put on a defensive look, and blocked Feng Zhongliang behind him.

Among a group of young men and women with fresh faces and well-dressed clothes, Jiang Zhiyuan seemed a little out of place.

He was not dressed in fashion, the gray coat that was washed white, the neckline and the sleeve corners had been frayed. From the style and appearance, it could be seen that this coat had been worn for some years.

Even though he was unusually tall and handsome, many men and women who came and went could not help showing a bit of disdain when they passed by him.

But he stood there calmly, blocking those gazes from all directions from his world with a distant and indifferent expression, as if everything around him had little to do with him.

When he saw Feng Zhongliang and Xiao Liu, he was still leaning on the pillar of the charger, occupying a corner.

Not far away, a man and a woman looked at the interface of the mobile phone charger and muttered, but no one dared to come over. The human instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck could tell that Jiang Zhiyuan was not easy to mess with.

He just looked at Feng Zhongliang, without Xiao Liu in his eyes. After a while, Feng Zhongliang smiled and pushed Xiao Liu who was standing in front of him away.

"Grandpa..."

Xiao Liu was a little anxious, but Feng Zhongliang said lightly:

"You find a place to pass the time by yourself, and leave me alone."

"Then how can it work?" Xiao Liu got angry in a hurry, Feng Zhongliang shook his head, leaned on crutches and walked in the direction of Jiang Zhiyuan. There was a distance of five or six meters between the two of them, and he didn't need Xiao Liu's help. It's just a few steps away.

Xiao Liu followed behind him step by step, Feng Zhongliang ignored him, and just looked at Jiang Zhiyuan:

"It's been a long time."

The two of them knew each other's existence well. Feng Zhongliang knew that Xiao Liu was looking for Jiang Zhiyuan, and Jiang Zhiyuan also knew that people from the Feng family were watching him. The last time they met was when "Devil" was released.

But in Feng Zhongliang's mind, that meeting was not counted. The two met but didn't even speak.

"The last time I talked to you face to face was more than twenty years ago."

Jiang Zhiyuan nodded. When the two met more than 20 years ago, he was still in the prime of his life, his ambitions shattered, and he was Feng Zhongliang's prisoner.

Feng Zhongliang was also very young that year, and he founded Zhongnan Industrial by himself. He was called "Uncle Liang" in Hong Kong, and his domineering was exposed.

Now that he is old, he needs help even when he walks.

"Let's find a quiet place to talk."

Both of them are not young, and they are particularly eye-catching in the movie hall.

Most of the people who can book a movie theater in the VIP room on the fifth floor are either rich or expensive, and it is inevitable that they will meet someone who knows Feng Zhongliang.

He made such a suggestion and told Xiao Liu to ask someone to open the door of the theater that had been booked, and entered the theater with Jiang Zhiyuan.

This VIP room is not big, Feng Zhongliang drove away the worried Xiao Liu before looking at Jiang Zhiyuan.

"Do you smoke?"

Feng Zhongliang took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, and handed it to Jiang Zhiyuan, who naturally reached out to take it.

At this time, he is more silent than he was twenty years ago. The marks left by time on him are obvious. After he was released from prison, the heavy physical work made his hands covered with calluses. A white and ferocious scar snaked down, almost separating the thumb and four fingers of his left hand.

He took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath:

"Good smoke."

In the smog, he saw Feng Zhongliang's gaze, and stretched out his left hand to let Feng Zhongliang see more clearly.

"I was in prison for only one year, and my thumb was almost snapped off."

When he said this, he was understating it, but from the scar, it could be seen that the situation at that time was far more dangerous than his calm tone at this time.

"Finally they stopped?"

Feng Zhongliang asked, Jiang Zhiyuan smiled and nodded:

"Yes."

In fact, Feng Zhongliang knew in his heart that the prison was not as peaceful as he said. If someone wanted to tear off his thumb, how could he stop in the end?

This incident was recorded in the information about Jiang Zhiyuan that Xiao Liu checked later.

When someone nearly tore off his thumb, he poked a hole in someone's throat with a sharpened toothbrush.

Jiang Zhiyuan lived in his heart with a beast.

"With your skills, it's not difficult to find a good job now." Feng Zhongliang saw him take out a crumpled piece of paper from his bag, put the lit matchstick into the paper, and shake out the cigarette ash It's not that he is too particular about such actions, and he is unwilling to litter the garbage. It is clearly a habit of being cautious in his bones, and he does not leave a trace of clues that he has been here.

He still vaguely remembered that when he saw Jiang Zhiyuan in the lobby earlier, this person seemed to stop at random, but he was actually standing in a dead corner of the surveillance. Feng Zhongliang speculated that he might not even take the elevator, and would take the safe passage to go upstairs .

Maybe he came out tonight, except for the impressions of those who have seen him, I am afraid that he will not leave the slightest trace of his presence.

This should be related to the habit he left behind when he kidnapped Feng Nan but failed, but being able to turn this cautiousness into a habit for more than 20 years shows the frightening aspect of Jiang Zhiyuan's character.

"When you were released from prison, many people in Hong Kong should have offered you an olive branch."

He is very skilled. He has been in prison for many years, and many vicious people dare not provoke him. The black ones can eat well, which naturally attracts the attention of many rich people.

If the rich need bodyguards, a character like Jiang Zhiyuan is really a good choice.

But he refused all of them, and returned to the imperial capital alone. He chose a hard job with hard work but not much money.

Jiang Zhiyuan smiled again, but without speaking, Feng Zhongliang said again:

"I remember, Xiao Liu mentioned that there was a bid of one million in a black market boxing match in Hong Kong. Would you like to come out to fight Lewis?"

Feng Zhongliang had heard about black market boxing in Hong Kong, but he was not interested in these so-called "entertainment", but he could roughly imagine the bloody excitement involved, which attracted groups of wealthy people to pay for tickets and bet.

"money?"

Jiang Zhiyuan asked, and Feng Zhongliang watched him shake off the cigarette ash in a leisurely manner, his eyes followed his hands and fell on his frayed cuffs:

"Yes, money." He said with a smile:

"With money, you can buy cigarettes, buy clothes, decorate yourself in a high-sounding way, and no one will care about your past," he paused for a while:

"Didn't you kidnap Feng Nan for the money? Why did you refuse?"