Police Chen Shu

That night, Nongerjiao Restaurant, corner of the lobby.

Different from the bustling hall where dozens of people gathered to gamble, there were only three tables in the northwest corner, and only five guests were seated by the window.

A middle-aged man with a shaved head said nonchalantly to the man sitting next to him who was absorbed in eating:

"Old A, it's been so many years, who still remembers you. How dare you have your eyes floating around like a monkey after every meal?"

"Hey, it's so clean to eat in the private room upstairs, why bother running into this corner, it's noisy and musty."

Old A put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed the food in his mouth vigorously, stood up with the wine glass in both hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I've been running outside for so many years, and I'm used to it. Let me toast to everyone first!"

Old A's face is sharp and thin, with prominent cheekbones, like a vulture with its beak cut off, with more white eyes than ordinary people, with a somewhat evil look, less than 1.6 meters tall, full of lean flesh, and the exposed skin is covered with Buddhist scriptures The shape of the tattoo, even the neck is a special Buddhist pattern.

Taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Old A sat down and stretched out his bright red tongue to lick his lips, feeling a little unfinished.

Then he said gloomily: "Drinking in the private room upstairs, I don't know if I'm surrounded by the police. There are many people in the hall, and if something happens, I can pull people back."

When the few people heard it, they glanced at each other, and a cold chill inadvertently climbed up the spine of everyone.

In the early years, old A was forthright and made a lot of money quickly.

Everyone had a good time.

On the outside, he looks more like a kind, fat businessman. "Harmony produces wealth" and "pray to God and worship Buddha" are also mantras he has been talking about all the time.

Unexpectedly, after committing a crime, he hid outside for a few years and came back, but his appearance changed drastically.

The bald-headed middle-aged man took a peek at old A's glaring Buddha tattoo exposed outside, and then thought of the rainy night when the gun was fired more than ten years ago, he couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, not daring to underestimate the poorly dressed old A, and his title changed back to Once upon a time.

"Brother A, after you leave, the brothers will not do anything else, they can only return to their old jobs. Thanks to you, I did make some money in the past few years."

They are all in this line of work. Old A is a native of Yongan. This time he sneaked back to Dongzhou and came directly to him. Everyone knew that.

This is for billing.

The bald-headed middle-aged man who was the leader didn't hide it, and just opened up the matter. The food is about the same, it's time to talk about business.

Old A took a bite of the fish and said as he ate, "Well, I know. You have a good brain, and you know how to bribe the old people in the village to block the road at the bottom of the mountain. Hehe, the police can't do anything about this kind of old rascal. "

The bald-headed middle-aged man picked up the cigarettes on the table, took out one and handed it to Old A, and said modestly:

"Brother A, they are all three-legged kung fu, and they are not on the stage. But we did rely on the food you rewarded us, and we are today. We are very grateful to you. In the future, if you have anything, we can reach out. Just say hello."

Old A raised his chopsticks, waved his hands and didn't pick up the cigarette. He burped contentedly, wiped his mouth, and said simply:

"Let's not go around and make all these polite remarks. I left in a hurry back then, and there was still more than one million cash in the safe in the office. It should be divided among you.

"After I left, you made a lot of money under my name. Well, I don't want more, two million. If you collect this money, it won't affect the family. In the future, we will have two Cleared."

Old A was a golden sign back then.

There is a special car to pick up the mountain.

As long as you reach the top of the mountain, you are all VIPs. Not to mention the food and lodging in the barren mountains and wild mountains, you can also order food! In addition, there is unlimited mobile WIFI for free use.

No matter at any time, win or lose. As long as you want to go down the mountain, even in the middle of the night, a car will be arranged to escort you down the mountain.

Sometimes I am worried that customers will win money, or lose money and die, and they will send them home directly.

Years of reputation, never made a mistake.

So after old A fled in an accident, several of his subordinates forcibly concealed the matter. He turned around and continued to do old business in Yongan under the old A's name. After a few years, he also made a lot of money.

"Two million, that's enough money for several sacks." An old man muttered, his voice was not loud, but not too small, just enough for several people at the table to hear.

The bald middle-aged man first stared at the place where the old man was sitting, then hurriedly picked up the wine bottle on the table and filled old A's glass again, and said apologetically:

"Brother A is still the same as before. It's fair. We stopped business a long time ago. Now we're all eating the same things as before, and there's not much left after a few years. Brother A, can you see if there can be less?"

Old A snorted coldly: "Back then, it was not considered a high profit, and the turnover alone could draw a hundred thousand. You stole my golden signboard and opened it for a few years. I only want your profits from ten games, how much?" Yet?"

"When we reopened the venue, we managed a lot up and down."

"But we do have difficulties now."

"Yes, yes, brother A, you don't know how strict the police have been in these years."

"It's too difficult. We can't even open a billiards room. Every day when we have something to do, we come to check the ID cards of the guests! This doesn't scare everyone away!"

"That's right! It's really too difficult!"

Old A raised his hand and slammed the table, with a "snap", the dishes and wine bottles on the table shook with a "clink".

The middle of the hall was bustling, and the noise was loud enough to drown it out, but there were still a few people standing on the side looking towards Old A.

In vain, old A squinted his eyes and looked around one by one, took out an object wrapped in a black plastic bag from his trouser pocket and slapped it on the table, gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't tm toast and don't eat fine wine. I have committed many crimes outside in the past few years, anyway, I will die if I go in! You have made enough money and don't want to spend my life with me, right?

"Is this money a lot?"

gun!

Everyone's face changed drastically, and their hearts suddenly sank. The shooting cases committed by old A all came to mind at once, maybe in the next moment, they will face the crisis again.

The aura of having someone's life in his hands is really not at all false.

The original old A's subordinates headed by a bald middle-aged man are all crying for poverty, expressing that he has no money openly and secretly; but now, old A is telling these former subordinates to buy their own lives with money, otherwise they will all die. The old A will definitely put verbal threats into action.

"Not too much, not too much, Brother A is still authentic."

The bald-headed middle-aged man hurriedly lowered his head to admit his mistake. When he turned his head away, he couldn't help but glanced at the restaurant door from the corner of his eye, as if he was waiting for someone.