Qiao Wen was amused by this little action of his, and after thinking about it, he added: "Gamblers are the most untrustworthy, although Uncle Ming said he wouldn't gamble anymore, he might not be able to help it again someday. Although we didn't earn this money, we still have to make him write an IOU."
Chen Canaan said indignantly, "If he wasn't an elder, I would have beaten him to death long ago."
To pay back the gambling debt this matter sooner rather than later, may be tomorrow Scar regret, 20,000 turn into 30,000. The two did not dare to delay, put the money and hurry back to the fortress, went to Uncle Ming's incense and paper stalls, so that he asked Scar to come over to collect the money.
Scar came quickly, with a toothpick in his mouth, strutting in after the cowering Uncle Ming, with two small ponies at his side. Those who don't know thought he was some kind of big brother.
"Pretty boy Nan, you and your sickly little brother have prepared the money so quickly?" He opened his mouth in a dangling manner, clearly not believing that Chen Canaan, a forty-nine year old boy, had the ability to raise twenty thousand dollars in one day. Without waiting for the other party to answer, he glanced at the pale Qiao Wen sitting behind Chen Canaan, and laughed again, "If you guys are playing me, it's useless even if your oldest brother, Fourth Brother, comes."
He recently very itchy hands, just when someone sent to the door to let himself repair, today must be pretty boy South this servant street that handsome face broken.
Chen Canaan, standing behind the glass counter, expressionlessly took out a thick envelope and threw it on the counter, "Brother Scar, the money is here, twenty thousand dollars a penny."
Scar froze and reached for it, but was blocked by Chen Canaan, "Brother Scar, where's the IOU?"
Scar snorted, "We, the people of Hexing Society, have been able to operate in the city fortress for many years, based on the word credit, are you still afraid that I won't return the IOU after taking the money?" He pulled out an IOU from his pants pocket and slapped it on the countertop with a snap.
Chen Canaan glanced at the IOU and loosened his hand that was pressing on the envelope.
With a suspicious face, Scarred Brother picked up the envelope and opened it, taking out the bills inside. Counting them casually, it was really not a penny less.
His face could not help but change slightly, picking up the IOU on the countertop and tearing it off through gritted teeth, he said viciously, "Pretty boy Nan, count on your ability!"
Chen Canaan returned to him carelessly, "Fei's money, don't dare not return it."
Scar pulled the corner of his mouth and waved his hand to greet the horsemen beside him to leave, only when he turned around, he remembered something as if he was looking towards Qiao Wen behind Chen Canaan, revealing a hideous and lewd smile.
There's no way to smash the handsome face of the pretty boy Nam, but it's good to scare his brother.
However, not only did Qiaowen not bow his head in fear at the sight of him this time as he had done in the past, he instead met his gaze calmly and even revealed a plausible smile.
I do not know why, Scar suddenly felt that this sickly child is a little evil, slightly stunned, only to feel uninterested, resentful and walked away.
The people around who wanted to come over to watch the fun were waved away by Chen Canaan, and only Qiao Wen Chen Canaan and Uncle Ming's father and daughter were left in the small incense stall.
Uncle Ming was quite self-conscious, typed the note and put down his handprint, handed it over to Chen Chen Canaan with a trembling hand, and coyly said, "Ah Nan, thanks to you this time, or else my family's Baolian would have been victimized by me, and I wouldn't have been able to survive. Don't worry, I will definitely return this money to you."
Pauline huffed, "Abba, you can't go gambling again."
"Beat me to death and I won't bet."
"Uncle Ming," Chen Canaan touched out a cigarette contained in the lips, ready to light, looked at the sickly Qiao Wen, and hurriedly put down, "the money you can slowly pay back, but I can help this time to help the next time, you just Baolian a daughter, and then something happened or have to harm her."
Uncle Ming plopped down on his knees and raised three fingers to gamble, "I swear that I will never gamble again, and if I break my oath the heavens will strike me with five thunderbolts."
Chen Canaan snorted and said, "If swearing and betting worked, I'm afraid that our Nine Dragons Walled City would have been burned up by lightning fire long ago."
Uncle Ming gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, suddenly took a paper cutter from the side and cut down hard on his left index finger.
"Abba!" At Pauline's scream, a bloody finger fell to the ground, splattering blood all over the place.
Chen Canaan subconsciously went to cover Qiao Wen's eyes.
Qiao Wen grew up afraid to see bloody scenes, even kill chickens and fish do not dare to see, accidentally bumped into a fight blood flying, he can be scared for a few days to eat bad food.
Chen Canaan didn't expect Uncle Ming to pull such a stunt out of the blue, and it seemed that he had really made up his mind. He furrowed his brows and said towards the frightened Pauline, who had lost her color, "Why don't you quickly take your Abba to Uncle Hua's place to get patched up."
Only then did Pauline pick up the broken finger in a panic, cover her father's broken finger with a handkerchief, and help the man, who was in so much pain that he only grunted, to run outside.
Chen Canaan stretched out his long legs and wiped the blood on the ground haphazardly before releasing the hand covering Qiao Wen's eyes.
"It's okay, Little Joe."
Qiaowen's expression, however, was unexpectedly calm.
Chen Canaan froze and asked "Xiao Qiao, you weren't shocked?"
Jovian laughed softly, "I'm not that unintimidated."
Chen Canaan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sigh again, "You've really changed a lot lately."
Qiaowen looked up at him and said seriously, "I'm eighteen, so I can't let you cover my eyes for me for the rest of my life."
Chen Canaan laughed unconcernedly, "That's not impossible, you're my brother!"
Jovian but smiled.
Seeing his handsome brows gently knit in a frowning and contemplative manner, Chen Canaan curiously asked, "Xiao Qiao, what are you thinking about?"
Jovian said, "I'm thinking we need to go find Lin Zifui."
"Lin Zihui? Who is it?"
Jovian looked up at him, "Lin Zhaoming's bastard son."
Chen Canaan remembered, "Oh, that four-eyed boy from the Hibiscus Tea Room. You even know his name?"
Qiao Wen babbled, "I heard Lin Zhaoming call him Zi Hui at the teahouse."
Without nodding in dawning realization, Chen Canaan asked again, "Going now?"
"We only have five days to waste." Jovian stood up, but suddenly a wave of dizziness hit him.
Chen Canaan eyes and hands fast to help him, worried up and down to look at him, only out of a trip, his face these days eat well and drink well to raise out of a little color, and then faded, revealing the original a pale face of the face of the disease.
"You're already tired today and you don't look too good, or we'd better go tomorrow."
Qiao Wen shook his head, "I'm fine, it's only twenty minutes by yellow bus out of the Walled City, I can't get tired. Go and talk to Granny first."
Qiao Granny knew that they had solved Uncle Ming's account, asked where the money came from, Qiao Wen only said that it was Chen Canaan's idea, Granny didn't ask too many questions, and listened to him say that he had to go out to meet his friends from middle school, and urged him to come back early.
Qiao Wen nodded, "Don't worry granny, I'll be fine with Nan with me."
Granny Qiao was still very relieved about Chen Canaan, and even felt that if she had a shortcoming one day, her grandson would still have to rely on Chen Canaan to take care of him.
Just ......
Grandma Qiao didn't know what she was worried about, he always felt as if this grandson of his wasn't quite the same as before, but it should always be getting better and worthy of her comfort as a grandmother.
Since Qiao Wen didn't know what Granny was thinking, he and Chen Canaan stepped out of the Kowloon Walled City once again in the twilight.
The reason why he chose now to find Lin Zi Hui was because he knew that the other party was still a university student and mostly returned to the tea room to help out after evening. Now that it was evening, he should be able to meet him without any surprises.
As expected, the two of them got down from the yellow bus and happened to bump into Lin Zi Hui, who was carrying his backpack and coming back from school.
"It's you?" Lin Zi Hui recognized Qiao Wen at a glance. It wasn't that he had a good memory, but with a look like Qiao Wen's, it was hard not to remember it once he had looked at it squarely, not to mention that something as shocking as that had happened that night.
Seeing that he recognized him, Jovian smiled and said, "You remember me?"
Lin Zi Hui laughed, "Of course I remember, that day someone tried to kill my Abba, thanks to the friend who had tea with you. My dad was going to thank you properly, but you disappeared in the blink of an eye. By the way, are you here for tea? That friend didn't come with you?"
Qiao Wen pointed at the youth beside himself and laughed, "It seems you only recognized me and not my brother."
Only then did Lin Zihui turn his head to look seriously at Chen Canaan, then held up his glasses, seemingly a bit unbelievable, and said with a face full of surprise, "It's you? I really didn't recognize it."
Chen Canaan curled his lips in a smile, "Less hat and beard, such a big difference?"
Lin Zi Hui nodded, "It's really not recognizable at all."
Jovian thinks to himself that if he could have recognized him, it wouldn't have taken so many years in the original story to realize that he was his father's murderer.
Of course, for Lin Zi Hui, it didn't matter if he recognized Chen Canaan or not, as long as he was sure that he was the one who had saved his Abba. He enthusiastically pulled the two of them, "Go, go, go, this tea is on me tonight."
Qiao Wen didn't move to survey him, frankly speaking, it was really hard to see that such a naive youth would later be a big shot that would cause earthquakes when he stomped his foot in Hong Kong City.
To show his hospitality to the benefactor who saved his father's life, Lin Zi Hui led the two of them to the elegant room, a private setting that was just what Qiao Wen wanted.
Because of their similar age, Lin Zihui almost immediately treated the two as friends, introducing them to each other and affectionately calling them Anan and Wen, and asking them to call him Zihui directly.
Hearing that the two were from the Nine Dragons Walled City, he didn't resist in any way, but was just filled with curiosity: ''I've always wanted to go and have a look in the Walled City, but my uncle wouldn't let me, saying that it was too dangerous inside, so beware of having to go and not come back. So although it's not far from the teahouse, I've never been there. But seeing the two of you, I think it was my uncle who scared me."
Chen Canaan said, "Outside the walled city is always rumored to be the same as the dragon's den, in fact, the walled city is a slum, the western district are living in the good people like us, if you only go to the western district to buy some bargains, look at the dentist's office is still very safe. But ordinary people must not go to the East End, where are gambling stalls powder stalls." Said intentionally mysterious lowered voice, "many people want to go there to find fun, indeed are there no return, but also some go when is a full of people, out of the missing arms and legs."
As if he was startled, Lin Zihui opened his eyes wide and patted his chest, "That's pretty scary."
Jovan silently sipped his hot tea.
Who would have thought that if the original story had been developed according to the original story, these two chatting doppelgangers right now, one would have become the big male lead who kills and decides all the way to the top, and the other would have become the big villain who is unforgiving and fights to the death.
He put down his teacup and interrupted the two, "Zi Hui, we actually didn't come here today to drink tea."
"Right, right, right." Chen Canaan also realized that he had run a little too far off topic and hurriedly retracted and nodded in agreement.
Lin Zi Hui blinked, "Is that something?"
Qiao Wen said, "We are here specifically to find you. Nan's rescue of your Abba was purely an accident, and originally we shouldn't have accepted your Abba's reward, but we happened to encounter a bit of difficulty, so we asked your Abba to take a reward of thirty thousand dollars to save us from an emergency."
Lin Zihui nodded, "That's the way it should be."
Qiao Wen shook his head, ''It's not a matter of having the intention to save people, so where is the should? Even though we are poor, we are not people who would take advantage. That's why we gave your Abba a promise to help him find out who is really trying to kill him within five days."
Lin Zi Hui sniffed, showing a look of sadness: "If you agree to something else, it's still possible, but it's too difficult to find the murderer. I asked my father, he is also investigating, he has so many capable people under him, but so far have no clue. You two don't know my dad, and I don't know what kind of enemies he had, so how can you find out in five days? Although I also hope to find out quickly, so that my father won't be in danger again, this really isn't something that can be done so easily."
Jovian said, "It is precisely because we know nothing about Abba that we have come to you."
Lin Zi Hui was puzzled, "Looking for me? I don't live with my Abba, and I'm not at all clear on what he's done to offend anyone."
Qiao Wen laughed lightly, said: ''These your Abba himself knows best, since he has no eyebrows, that means this time the person who wants to kill him is not an enemy. In fact, thinking about it, if it is really an enemy, he is not afraid of being known, is he? And the fact that this person is so secretive means that he is very afraid of exposing his identity."
Lin Zi Hui frowned and pondered for a moment, held up his glasses, and said, "What you mean is that the person who wants to kill my Abba this time is not an enemy, but someone who might seem, completely, incapable of killing my Abba."
Qiao Wen said in his heart that although the four-eyed boy looked a bit dull, he really wasn't stupid and had the potential to be a big male lead.
He nodded, "That's right, and I'm guessing that's why your Abba can't find out despite having so many capable people under him."
Lin Zihui: "Wouldn't that make it harder to investigate?"
Jovan shook his head, "Not necessarily. There is a saying in criminology that criminals will return to the scene after committing a crime because they are afraid of leaving traces or seeking the thrill of provocation. So this time, the person who wanted to kill your Abba failed in his attempt to buy a murder, he would most likely come to the tea room. If this person happens to know you as well, there's also a possibility that he'll ask you about the details of your Abba's assassination that night."
Lin Zi Hui's eyes widened in shock, only feeling that he could understand every word the beautiful young man in front of him said, but it was as if he didn't understand anything, and after a long time of being baffled, he remembered and said, "No one has been looking for me in the past few days."
Qiao Wen smiled, "It's fine, it's only been less than a week, that person is likely still on the fence. In the next few days if someone like that, especially someone you have an unusual relationship with your father, comes to the teahouse, you must keep an eye out."
Although Lin Zi Hui still didn't quite understand this reasoning he was talking about, he also understood what he should do and solemnly nodded his head, "I know."
The reason why Qiao Wen said this was actually not some laborious theory of crime, but he vaguely recalled Lin Zi Hui in the original book, and then it was not easy to find out the mastermind who had killed his father back then, which made him feel greatly surprised, and then recalled that after his father's accident back then, that person had even come to the tea room to comfort him.
Although the book was scribbled by Jovian, it was a good thing he had a really good memory and hadn't forgotten that it was in the book.
Of course, in order to make himself not look like he was unforeseen, he could only find a so-called criminology theory as an excuse for Lin Zi Hui to pay attention to that person.
Since Lin Zi Hui can be the eldest male lead, there must be something about him. Mention that he should be able to guess as long as that person will still show up at the teahouse like in the original book.
And as soon as he guessed, the rest was easy.
The only thing he had to do now was to pray that the man, who would be within five days, would show himself.
Having said what he had to say, Qiao Wen didn't intend to stay, and was about to turn his head and call Chen Canaan to say goodbye to the people when he saw that a certain pretty boy was staring at him with wide-open black eyes, staring at him with one mistake in mind.
He froze and asked, "Nan, what's wrong?"
Chen Canaan returned to his senses and was filled with emotion, "Xiao Qiao, how do you know so much? I didn't think of what you said at all."
Jovian: "I'm just trying, hoping the blind cat catches the dead rat."
Lin Zi Hui wrinkled his brows and contemplated for a moment, seeming to slowly figure it out, "I think Wen has a point, then I'll keep an eye on it in the next few days. By the way, how do I contact you guys?"
Chen Canaan felt that he finally came in handy tonight, and hurriedly said, "We don't even have a telephone set at home, so I'll leave you a pay phone, so you can call and say you're looking for me or Xiao Qiao, and the boss will call us."
Lin Zi Hui was busy nodding his head, taking out a pen and paper and handing it to him.
Qiao Wen lowered his head, glancing at Chen Canaan's large handful of brushstrokes flying about, the corners of his mouth twitching, feeling very much in line with his illiterate persona.
After a bit of agreement and a bit more almost, the two were going to leave.
In just over an hour, Lin Zihui had already treated the two as close friends, personally escorting them downstairs and standing by the curb to say goodbye.
A fierce night wind blew, Qiao Wen cowering in order to body, is sitting on the yellow car, eyes suddenly glimpsed Lin Zihui above a light sign, in the wind shaking, see about to fall.
He was originally going to remind, but suddenly remembered that since the plot of the original book had changed because of his arrival, was Lin Zi Hui still the hung-over big male lead who would always turn on at critical moments and had a halo over his head wherever he went?
He decided to give it a try.
So, as Lin Zi Hui turned to enter the house, he opened his mouth to call out to him, "Zi Hui!"
Lin Zi Hui turned around and happened to stand under the rickety light sign.
Qiao Wen was actually a bit apprehensive, in case Lin Zi Hui's aura was gone, he might become a murderer.
He smiled distantly at the man and said, "Keep in touch."
"Uh-huh." Lin Zi Hui nodded and waved his hand vigorously.
Qiao Wen stared nervously at the lamp sign, and saw that it was about to fall down, when someone in the teahouse suddenly shouted "Ah Hui".
"Eh, uncle!" Lin Zi Hui answered and hurriedly turned around to run inside.
He had just burrowed through the door when the billboard clattered to the ground, exactly where he had just been standing, missing it by no more than two seconds.
Qiaowen was slightly stunned, and heaved a sigh of relief, Lin's classmates were really aura-ridden.
Chen Canaan did not know that Qiao Wen beside him had done a big job in just a few seconds, but was only startled by the movement of the falling light sign, and softly exclaimed, "That was close! Four-Eyed Boy was almost smashed."
Qiaowen laughed softly and ordered the driver, "Let's go!"
The author has something to say:
Rough and long shift today~
Nan: It feels like I'm going to be a lay attacker!
Little Joe: Thinking too hard!