Chapter 7 first quarter
A man's ambition not commensurate with his talent is the saddest thing in the world.
Hua Que Wu rested his chin on his left hand, sat silently in the carriage watching the scenery outside the window, and unexpectedly recalled the words "Curse Army Master" Zhang Shuai said to him four years ago.
The carriage was traveling on the same suburban road back then, but in the opposite direction.It was late autumn at that time, and the trees on both sides of the road were condensed into a brilliant red and yellow; now the leaves are all scattered and withered, just like the hegemony of the "slaughterhouse" that once ruled Piaocheng disappeared without a trace, leaving only a miserable appearance The branches trembled in the cold December wind.
——Yu Runsheng's big tree grows so fast...
Huaquewu still watched the scenery silently, he never had such patience and leisure before.Faint wrinkles and scars gradually merged on his face, and his face was much more stable than four years ago.
The fateful third day of November four years ago.Jiang Wu gave up his position as the shopkeeper of "Fengyilong Piaocheng Branch" and returned to Kyoto.He did not witness the end of the underworld war that shocked Piaocheng.Later, when he heard the news about Piaocheng and Yu Runsheng from his subordinates, he didn't have any excited reaction.On the contrary, what Zhang Shuai said to him on the carriage leaving Dai Town, he has been thinking about it in his heart these days.
"Xiao Wu, one has to confess to oneself." Zhang Shuai said at that time. "You know what kind of person Yu Runsheng is. If you deny it, things won't change."
Of course Hua Que Wu didn't listen to it at the time - he fell out of favor with his adoptive father Pang Wenying, and seeing Yu Runsheng's ambition, jealousy was burning in his heart.
But he didn't dare to refute half a sentence.Huaquewu has known this uncle Liu who is only ten years older than him since he was a child.In front of Pang Wenying, Huaquewu's young master would occasionally lose his temper, but he never dared to speak much in front of Zhang Shuai.
"I respect Boss Han, but I'm never afraid of him; but I'm a little afraid of Zhang Shuai." Hua Quewu heard this sentence more than once from the mouth of the adoptive father who was once the chief general of "Feng Yilong" talk.
"I know you're not convinced." Zhang Shuai said again at that time, while stroking the neatly trimmed short brown beard on his lips.Zhang Shuai looked younger than Huaque Wu, as if he had stopped aging since he ascended the position of "Feng Yilong" Liu Jijiu at the age of twenty-eight. "I also know that you are regretting, why did you bring Yu Runsheng onto the stage..."
Huaquewu no longer has such thoughts today.He finally understood: People like Yu Runsheng, when they arrive in a city like Piaocheng, they will show up one day.
"Is fifth master cold?" Lu Xun, the "vulture" sitting beside him, asked. "Do you want to close the window?"
"No need. I want to take a look outside." Huaquewu smiled and shook his head.He would never show such a smile to Lu Xun before.In the battle four years ago, Lu Xun made great contributions in the formation of "Feng Yilong". However, after the overall situation was settled, he quietly returned to Kyoto and returned to Huaquewu's side.For Huaquewu, who was frustrated at the time, the emotion was indescribable.In the past four years, Hua Que Wu has hardly let Lu Xun leave his side for even a moment.
"I haven't been back for a long time..." Hua Que Wu murmured. "I haven't seen foster father for a long time..."
Lu Xun didn't know how to respond.
"Xiao Lu, don't worry about me. I'm not sad. I'm a little excited to meet Yu Runsheng again this time."
In the few years in the capital, Huaquewu only met Boss Han four times—including two and a half years ago, when Boss Han publicly met with the cadres of "Feng Yilong" after recovering from illness.
The last time was just two days before he left to return to Piaocheng.Boss Han specially summoned him.Just him.Even Zhang Shuai was not there.
Han Liang, the third-generation boss of "Feng Yilong", is also the real founder.There has never been an organization like today's "Feng Yilong" in history.Huaquewu occasionally thinks how much imagination and courage are needed to accomplish such a career.
Boss Han only asked Huaquewu about one thing that time.
"That Yu Runsheng in Piaocheng... what kind of man is he?"
Hua Que Wu told everything he knew without daring to stop for a sip of tea.
Boss Han finished listening silently, and then signaled Huaquewu to leave.From the beginning to the end, he didn't show any expression or say a single comment.
However, this was enough to make Huaquewu make up his mind to return to Piaocheng.
——Yu Runsheng, let me see your ambition and talent.and luck...
The old pharmacy on Shannan Street where Yu Runsheng used to be a servant is still there, but the signboard on the top of the door was replaced a few years ago-now the signboard reads "Dashutang" in three large golden characters. This is the first "Big Tree Hall" signboard to be hung in Piaocheng. ——Yu Runsheng bought this pharmacy four years ago.He said to the former Boss Guo: "I want to learn how to do medicine business." Boss Guo looked at the men beside Yu Runsheng, whose arms were thicker than his neck; he also looked at the silver piled on the counter.He reluctantly put his handprint on the contract. The name "Dashutang" has two meanings in people's minds: If you ask people who have just arrived in Piaocheng, they only know that "Dashutang" is the largest crude drug dealer in the city today, together with the old man on Shannan Street, There are six branches in total, and the largest one is naturally opened on An Dong Street... People who have lived there for a long time certainly know that the real "Dashutang" is not just a pharmacy: in the past few years, other pharmacies in Piaocheng have disappeared one by one.Some closed down or changed to other businesses; the big pharmacy in Pingxishi Hutong became a branch of "Dashutang" overnight; the only boss who dared to sue the government is still in prison... This morning, no one spoke in the small warehouse behind the pharmacy.There are only two kinds of sounds: the abnormal sound of fists hitting the flesh; the muffled scream of the mouth being gagged. Di Bin was wearing his favorite white cotton robe, sitting in front of a charcoal fire and stretching out his hands to keep warm.He seemed to turn a deaf ear to the miserable hoarse cry of the "Zhantazi". His three subordinates continued to "work" in a corner of the warehouse.One pressed the body of the "sticker", the other held his right wrist tightly, and put his palm on a pair of whetstones. The palm of that hand could hardly tell whether the back of the hand was facing the sky or the palm was facing the sky—several pieces of nails had been peeled off, the knuckles were twisted, and the swollen palm was oozing blood. "Zhantazi" is an authentic idiot in Piaocheng, referring to cheaters who specialize in cheating at the gambling table.This "sticker" will never be able to do that kind of work. Di Bin's third subordinate was named Tian Ahuo. His right fist was also soaked with blood, but the difference was that it was not his own blood.Even though the palm on the whetstone was no longer a palm, Tian Ahuo still punched slowly, because Di Liuye hadn't called to stop. All three of them were handpicked by Di Bin from the "Doujiao" boxing match in the prison. All six hard fists were tempered from flesh and blood.Di Bin likes to take them with him because the three of them are not very talkative. The shortest of them was Tian Ahuo, only half a head taller than Di Bin, but his chest and back were abnormally thick.Di Bin watched how he continued to pound the whetstone with punches.The action was not intense, but it made people feel that every punch was heavy.Tian Ahuo is a death row prisoner in the prison.Di Bin has only seen him appear in "Doujiao" once, and it feels like watching a round iron ball crush the opponent.After reading it, Di Bin immediately decided to spend money to get Tian Ahuo out of the prison. Di Bin finally stood up.Tian Ahuo stopped.The "Zhantazi" breathed violently because of the pain.The other two lifted him up so that Di Bin could look straight into his face. Di Bin stared into those "sticky" eyes. "Zhantazi" avoided looking at him—Tian Ahuo immediately pinched his face and twisted it away. Di Bin continued to stare. There was thick fear in those eyes. —No, not yet. Di Bin turned around and sat down again. "Zhan Dazi" whimpered strangely with his gagged mouth, as if he was in a hurry to say something, but Di Bin ignored him.The three fighters continued to torture the same bloody hand again.The little finger finally couldn't stand the beating and fell off.After Tian Ahuo dropped his fist thirty-one times, Di Bin stood up again. Di Bin had stared like this three times before.Each time without speaking.They just stared at him coldly and expressionlessly, and then tortured him without knowing when to stop. —Violence itself is not the most terrible thing.What is even more frightening is the violence that does not know when it will end and the violence that does not know the purpose. This time Di Bin finally spoke—the tortured person seemed to be suddenly relieved. "I'll only ask you once." Di Bin remained expressionless as he spoke. Tian Ahuo tore off the strip of cloth tied to "Zhan Dazi's" face, and took out the cloth towel stuffed in his mouth. "...is... Jinya Puchuan..." Before Di Bin asked, he coughed and said the answer. "And... that Wang... the boss... I forgot his name..." Di Bin nodded.The two subordinates let go of the "sticker".The body was as limp as a rotten sack.Di Bin didn't look back at him, and led the three of them out of the warehouse. The shopkeeper sitting in the shop stood up respectfully.Di Bin didn't say a word, he just pointed his thumb towards the warehouse door at the back, and then stroked his throat lightly with his index finger.The shopkeeper nodded knowingly. The four of Di Bin stepped out of the store.He looked up at the golden lacquered signboard of "Big Tree Hall".He hated giving orders to "clean" a man who still knew how to breathe.However, as long as it is to protect this signboard and all the people living under this signboard, he has no guilt.
The old pharmacy on Shannan Street where Yu Runsheng used to be a servant is still there, but the signboard on the top of the door was replaced a few years ago-now the signboard reads "Dashutang" in three large golden characters. This is the first "Big Tree Hall" signboard to be hung in Piaocheng. ——Yu Runsheng bought this pharmacy four years ago.He said to the former Boss Guo: "I want to learn how to do medicine business." Boss Guo looked at the men beside Yu Runsheng, whose arms were thicker than his neck; he also looked at the silver piled on the counter.He reluctantly put his handprint on the contract. The name "Dashutang" has two meanings in people's minds: If you ask people who have just arrived in Piaocheng, they only know that "Dashutang" is the largest crude drug dealer in the city today, together with the old man on Shannan Street, There are six branches in total, and the largest one is naturally opened on An Dong Street... People who have lived there for a long time certainly know that the real "Dashutang" is not just a pharmacy: in the past few years, other pharmacies in Piaocheng have disappeared one by one.Some closed down or changed to other businesses; the big pharmacy in Pingxishi Hutong became a branch of "Dashutang" overnight; the only boss who dared to sue the government is still in prison... This morning, no one spoke in the small warehouse behind the pharmacy.There are only two kinds of sounds: the abnormal sound of fists hitting the flesh; the muffled scream of the mouth being gagged. Di Bin was wearing his favorite white cotton robe, sitting in front of a charcoal fire and stretching out his hands to keep warm.He seemed to turn a deaf ear to the miserable hoarse cry of the "Zhantazi". His three subordinates continued to "work" in a corner of the warehouse.One pressed the body of the "sticker", the other held his right wrist tightly, and put his palm on a pair of whetstones. The palm of that hand could hardly tell whether the back of the hand was facing the sky or the palm was facing the sky—several pieces of nails had been peeled off, the knuckles were twisted, and the swollen palm was oozing blood. "Zhantazi" is an authentic idiot in Piaocheng, referring to cheaters who specialize in cheating at the gambling table.This "sticker" will never be able to do that kind of work. Di Bin's third subordinate was named Tian Ahuo. His right fist was also soaked with blood, but the difference was that it was not his own blood.Even though the palm on the whetstone was no longer a palm, Tian Ahuo still punched slowly, because Di Liuye hadn't called to stop. All three of them were handpicked by Di Bin from the "Doujiao" boxing match in the prison. All six hard fists were tempered from flesh and blood.Di Bin likes to take them with him because the three of them are not very talkative. The shortest of them was Tian Ahuo, only half a head taller than Di Bin, but his chest and back were abnormally thick.Di Bin watched how he continued to pound the whetstone with punches.The action was not intense, but it made people feel that every punch was heavy.Tian Ahuo is a death row prisoner in the prison.Di Bin has only seen him appear in "Doujiao" once, and it feels like watching a round iron ball crush the opponent.After reading it, Di Bin immediately decided to spend money to get Tian Ahuo out of the prison. Di Bin finally stood up.Tian Ahuo stopped.The "Zhantazi" breathed violently because of the pain.The other two lifted him up so that Di Bin could look straight into his face. Di Bin stared into those "sticky" eyes. "Zhantazi" avoided looking at him—Tian Ahuo immediately pinched his face and twisted it away. Di Bin continued to stare. There was thick fear in those eyes. —No, not yet. Di Bin turned around and sat down again. "Zhan Dazi" whimpered strangely with his gagged mouth, as if he was in a hurry to say something, but Di Bin ignored him.The three fighters continued to torture the same bloody hand again.The little finger finally couldn't stand the beating and fell off.After Tian Ahuo dropped his fist thirty-one times, Di Bin stood up again. Di Bin had stared like this three times before.Each time without speaking.They just stared at him coldly and expressionlessly, and then tortured him without knowing when to stop. —Violence itself is not the most terrible thing.What is even more frightening is the violence that does not know when it will end and the violence that does not know the purpose. This time Di Bin finally spoke—the tortured person seemed to be suddenly relieved. "I'll only ask you once." Di Bin remained expressionless as he spoke. Tian Ahuo tore off the strip of cloth tied to "Zhan Dazi's" face, and took out the cloth towel stuffed in his mouth. "...is... Jinya Puchuan..." Before Di Bin asked, he coughed and said the answer. "And... that Wang... the boss... I forgot his name..." Di Bin nodded.The two subordinates let go of the "sticker".The body was as limp as a rotten sack.Di Bin didn't look back at him, and led the three of them out of the warehouse. The shopkeeper sitting in the shop stood up respectfully.Di Bin didn't say a word, he just pointed his thumb towards the warehouse door at the back, and then stroked his throat lightly with his index finger.The shopkeeper nodded knowingly. The four of Di Bin stepped out of the store.He looked up at the golden lacquered signboard of "Big Tree Hall".He hated giving orders to "clean" a man who still knew how to breathe.However, as long as it is to protect this signboard and all the people living under this signboard, he has no guilt.