Reckless Youth of Delinquency

"That's right." Uncle Qi asked strangely, "Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Then do you remember what happened on Beiyuan Road after you took this gangster away?"

Uncle Qi pondered for a moment and said: "I remember there was chaos on the road at that time. Because these big brothers suddenly disappeared, each gang was leaderless and soon fell into an uncontrollable state of madness. Various fights and fights occurred one after another..."

"What happens next?"

"Later, after a period of chaos, the big fish ate the small fish, and the small fish ate the shrimps. The old forces were eliminated, and new forces gradually emerged. New big brothers emerged on the road, and the Beiyuan underworld was gradually overtaken by them. Encroachment.”

"It was the same for me back then. In the next few years after the gang was disbanded, the underworld in Beiyuan was in chaos. The gangs rose up and blood flowed. The common people suffered, and the police were helpless. It wasn't until a few big brothers rose up that this situation slowly changed. .”

"So, what do you mean?" Uncle Qi looked at Mr. Rong in shock.

"So, you see, it is impossible for the underworld to disappear. If you get rid of one group, another group will arise. Although the mosquitoes in the sewer are annoying, they are also an indispensable link in the biological chain. This is the world, yin and yang coexist. , the symbiosis of black and white can achieve the best balance. When I disbanded the gang, and you kidnapped the boss, you destroyed this balance. I have done something wrong, and you did something wrong again, causing Beiyuan's The people have suffered for a few more years.”

"I, I still don't quite understand." Uncle Qi shook his head and said, "The underworld is so disgusting..."

"Let's use an analogy." Mr. Rong raised a withered hand, pointed at me and said, "Wang Hao is now the overlord of the south of the city. Then do you know what happened in the south of the city before he became the hegemon?"

"I probably know something." Uncle Qi said: "Black Yan defeated Zhao Tiejuan, and Bai Yan defeated Black Yama. After many fierce fights, Wang Hao finally killed Bai Yanluo, and then he boarded the underworld in the south of the city. peak."

"Yes, in the past nearly a year, Chengnan has encountered the bloodiest and darkest moment. As these big bosses were killed and Wang Hao unified the forces, fighting incidents dropped sharply, and Chengnan was peaceful and prosperous. "

"This is all the police's business." Uncle Qi gritted his teeth, looking a little resentful.

"If there were really no more thieves, the police would all be laid off. As I said, only the symbiosis of black and white can bring balance to this world."

Uncle Qi nodded and could only sigh. Mr. Rong said it very clearly, and Mr. Qi also understood it clearly.

"If we want Beiyuan to be completely settled, it is not enough to rely on the government and police alone. We also need a king of the underworld."

"King of the underworld?" Uncle Qi's eyes flashed: "Is it like you used to be?"

"Yes." Mr. Rong said: "If someone can stand up and unify the underworld forces in Beiyuan, and cooperate with the government and police, then the underworld will intervene and complete things that are inconvenient for white people to solve. To achieve this balance, how can Are you worried that Beiyuan cannot be settled?"

Hearing this, my heart was pounding. Mr. Rong’s insights gave me a sense of enlightenment. Before I was a gangster, I just didn't want to be bullied; later on, I just wanted revenge. He has never been in the realm of Mr. Rong, and he has never thought about making Beiyuan more stable. In comparison, I feel a little ashamed of myself and feel that my level is too low.

"That's easy to say, as long as Mr. Rong comes out of the mountain again!" Uncle Qi said with a little excitement: "With your reputation and ability, as long as you stand up and shout, isn't it possible to capture the king of the underworld?"

"Me? Let's forget it." Mr. Rong smiled bitterly: "At my age, I can't bear the trouble anymore. Besides, the doctor said I won't survive more than three months, so I'd better enjoy the little life I have left slowly. …”

"No, no, I'm here..." Uncle Qi took a few steps closer, and Huangfu Guang stood up warily. Mr. Rong knew that Uncle Qi wanted to see a doctor for him, so he waved his hand and told Huangfuguang to go away. Uncle Qi walked over and said, "I'm sorry." Then he untied the clothes on Mr. Rong's chest, put one hand in and groped carefully. Not only that, Uncle Qi also squatted down and put his ear on Mr. Rong's chest, moving inch by inch, as if listening to something.

The scene was very tense, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Uncle Qi to give the final conclusion. At this tense moment, Su Beibei suddenly burst into laughter. Everyone looked at her strangely. Su Beibei waved his hands and said, "It's okay, don't worry about me, I'm a fujoshi." Everyone felt strange. No one knew what "fujoshi" meant, but now she still There were more important things, so everyone did not continue to ask questions, but continued to wait for Uncle Qi's answer.

Su Beibei stopped laughing and looked at Uncle Qi seriously. But as Uncle Qi touched and pinched Mr. Rong's chest, the corners of Su Beibei's mouth always curved in a strange arc. After a while, Uncle Qi straightened up and said, "Have you ever had a CT scan?"

Huangfu Guang quickly said yes, and then brought some pictures from the next room. Uncle Qi looked at it carefully and said, "There is no problem. I am confident about doing this operation."

"Yeah!" Su Beibei jumped up and spun around happily. Huangfu Guang was also very happy, rubbing his hands and saying it was great. I also laughed, this kind of result is always worth being happy.

Only Mr. Rong remained calm and asked, "What happens after the operation?"

Uncle Qi said: "After we finish..." his tone was slightly hesitant.

The scene became quiet again, and everyone looked at Uncle Qi. Mr. Rong said: "It's okay to tell the truth. I lived from the Manchu Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, and experienced liberation and the Cultural Revolution until now. What big storms have I not encountered?" Uncle Qi said seriously: "With Mr. Rong's physical condition, even if he is Once these shrapnel are taken out, I'm afraid...I'm afraid I only have one year left to live."

The scene fell into silence again, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Huangfu Guang and Su Beibei's eyes turned slightly red, and it was obvious that they had deep feelings for Mr. Rong. I was also a little sad. Partings between life and death always make people sad.

But Mr. Rong said happily: "Is there one more year to live? Haha, good, God has been kind to me and allowed me to live to be 101 years old!"

Uncle Qi said: "What Mr. Rong said is absolutely true. Others are not sick and have no disasters. They are thankful to God for living to eighty. Mr. Rong has survived so many shrapnels to live to this day. It is a miracle in itself. Let me see, this will make the Lord of Hell angry. 'The nickname belongs to you."

The two men sang together, which eased the sad atmosphere a lot. The delay from three months to one year is actually a good ending. Then, the two agreed on the time and place of the operation. After finishing speaking, Uncle Qi wanted to go back and said that he needed to clean up. I was about to leave with him when I heard Mr. Rong say: "Wang Hao, please stay for a while."

Uncle Qi and Su Beibei went out, but I, Mr. Rong, and Huangfuguang stayed in the living room. I had just been taught a lesson by Mr. Rong before, so now I didn't even dare to express my anger, so I could only lower my head and stay still. I heard Mr. Rong say: "Did you ask Qi Siyan to come here?"

Qi Siyan is Uncle Qi’s real name. I nodded: "Yes."

"Xiaobei told you?"

It's talking about the injuries on Mr. Rong's body. I nodded again: "Yes."

"How do you know Qi Siyan?"

I didn't dare to hide it, so I told him everything. Mr. Rong said again: "Why did you think of asking him to come over?"

I said, "It's nothing. It's just that Uncle Qi has superb medical skills. I want to ask him to come over and give it a try."

"But I just scolded you."

"These two things are not related. Besides, Mr. Rong scolded me for my own good. I know that."

Mr. Rong didn't speak for a long time, and the three of us remained motionless. I don't know how long it took before Mr. Rong said, "You have a good nature. Don't go astray. I still think highly of you."

"yes."

"Get out."

"Okay." I breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the house. Su Beibei and Uncle Qi were waiting for me in the courtyard, and the three of us walked out of the courtyard together. I drove Su Beibei back to Wangjiapu and Uncle Qi back to Tongzilou. After finishing this work, I saw that the time was almost up, so I called everyone from the Black Tiger Gang to the Forest Bar and told them about the dwarf mule in the office.

"Eight o'clock tonight at Kaiyuan Restaurant will be the first step in establishing friendship between me and the short mule."

When the time came, I came to the restaurant as promised, accompanied by Ye Zhan and Ah Jiu. I didn't call him Brick because Brick has a straight personality and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself and slap the short mule like Brick. Kaiyuan Restaurant is in the south of the city, so as we should do our best to be landlords, we arrived ten minutes early. As a result, as soon as we entered the private room, it happened that the short mule came earlier. He was sitting in the back, and there were two men standing behind him, looking at me with smiles. I found that he valued this appointment more than me.

In his eyes, I am like countless money.

"Haha, Brother Mule." I walked over with a smile on my face, and the short mule came over with a smile on my face as well.

The two big hands were tightly clasped together, like brothers wearing a pair of pants.

After just exchanging pleasantries, I couldn't wait to get to the point: "Did you bring the money?"

"Bring it." The short mule waved his hand, and a man behind him put a suitcase on the table. With a push of both hands, the box opened, and stacks of banknotes were exposed to the air. My eyes shone and I reached for it quickly, like a complete gambler.

In order to train this impatient movement and salivating eyes, Miao Wenqing accompanied me to figure out the psychology of gamblers over and over again. But the effect is never satisfactory, because I am not a money-minded person.