Chen Rou was a little angry when he said that: "Why don't you go down there yourself, Mr. Nie, and see what's going on?"
Kowloon may not be large, and there are only so many underground sewage systems, but the complexity of the underground is beyond what most people can imagine. Currently, Kowloon's floating population is approaching six million, and all the sewage from eating, drinking, and relieving itself is discharged underground.
Every so often, there are mountains of garbage, consisting of food scraps, bones, and excrement, piled up to two or three meters high.
But there was only one person carrying out the mission, Wang Baodao, who was also the commander's son.
He burrowed around like an earthworm. Although he hadn't finished his task yet, the garbage chute he had cleared for free would cost the Kowloon government a lot of money to hire professionals to clean it. He could only use the old-fashioned method, but he had already done his best.
Nie Zhao could only accept the status quo, but then asked Chen Rou, "What about Jiayu? What are your plans?"
Chen Rou said, "We need to go to the hospital tomorrow to talk. I reckon he's already been hooked."
A-Yuan wasn't interested in the food his father was eating on the table, but after playing for a while, he remembered the candy. His skill of storing food in his diaper was something he had spontaneously developed on the yacht. Kids, even though their clothes have pockets, are too small and their hands can't aim accurately. So, it's easier to hide anything in their diapers. And kids grab things so fast that adults usually don't notice. So, after jumping around for a while, he reached inside and pulled out another piece of candy.
I found it in his diaper, and he wanted to eat it as soon as I peeled it open.
Nie Zhao was drinking soup when he smelled the candy, then his son's hand: "Arou, the candy he gave me just now, was it inside a diaper and then put back?"
Chen Rou quickly explained, "I only pretended for a short while."
Seeing that her husband was having some trouble adjusting, she turned his face and kissed him: "Didn't I eat one too?"
Nie Rong is a bit love-struck, and Nie Han inherited this trait, as did Nie Zhao.
He was initially devastated and wanted to scold his wife, but when he realized that she would share his troubles even in such a small matter, what more could he ask for? He was immediately content and even felt that the candy his son gave him was extra sweet.
They naturally stayed on the mainland that night.
But after Chen Ke and his men dealt with those masters, they crossed Kowloon overnight and went to dig up the sewers again.
It's like a battle between gods and demons. The righteous are one foot higher than the demons, but the righteous are always one foot higher than the demons. Zhang Ziqiang only learned about it through television news. Several Indians went to work in mainland China and were then collectively detained.
He was having breakfast, drinking congee with preserved egg, when he saw it and smashed his bowl on the TV: "Idiot!"
He couldn't get out, but his men could get in because of the sewers.
One of his men was with him today and quickly reassured him, "Brother, don't worry, we have other men."
Zhang Ziqiang pointed at the television and said, "Damn it, on the Sino-Indian border, our Chinese soldiers in the 1960s could beat the Indians so badly they cried. Where do they get their confidence to run to the mainland?"
He was clear-headed; as a mainland Chinese, he knew that mainland soldiers were not to be trifled with.
But upon seeing the news, his subordinate became a little scared: "Boss, do you think those mainland police officers might arrest us again?"
Zhang Ziqiang smiled slightly: "But don't we also have three mainland soldiers, and each of them is awesome?"
He then told his subordinates, "Don't worry, this time we can make at least two billion. We'll split the money, then we'll go far away and live in anonymity. After us, three generations won't have to struggle anymore."
The subordinate nodded firmly: "Yes, we'll take the plunge and be rich for three generations. We have to fight tooth and nail to avoid failure."
But despite how easily Cheung Tze-keung managed to fool his men, he himself wasn't entirely confident.
But he had no choice but to act, because of that 911. This time, he was sentenced to life imprisonment.
He'll be hard-pressed to survive in prison, because Nie Zhao will definitely find someone to kill him there.
If he were to rebel, he would have to kill someone, and then he would be sentenced to death.
With 1997 approaching, the British government would certainly grant amnesty to a number of people before retiring, and he could be among those granted amnesty.
However, after 1997, given Cheung Tze-keung's understanding of the mainland police, he was no longer able to rob them.
So this is his last chance; if he can make a move, he will seize it.
Even if we can't rob him, we'll kill a few more people and go to hell with him!
Just then, his son, who was studying in Australia, called: "Daddy, Merry Christmas."
Hearing his son's voice, Cheung Tze-keung smiled with relief.
A man's life is spent striving for his wife and children. He currently has around 700 million in his account. Even if he dies, his wife and children can live a good life. Of course, if he had several billion more, they would live even better.
Today is December 24th, and tonight is Christmas Eve. Zhang Ziqiang came from a rural area in Guangxi. When he was young, he was so poor that he didn't even have pants to wear. He was still naked when he was five or six years old. But his son attends a prestigious school and speaks with a London accent. All of that was earned by Zhang Ziqiang as a ruthless gangster. He smiled and said, "Son, you can sell Rick Max too. Be happy."
His son said, "Daddy, if you can't speak English, then don't. You speak it terribly."
Then he said, "Okay, we still have to play games, goodbye."
Cheung Tze-keung said reluctantly, "Goodbye, son. May you always be happy from now on."
At the same time, Nie Jiayu was standing at the elevator entrance, signing for the Christmas gifts he had ordered by phone: a Santa Claus outfit for himself, a large box of apples for tonight, and gifts for his family.
My uncle and his wife had originally planned to visit my grandfather at the hospital tonight.
But after Nie Jiayu finished checking the Christmas gifts and signing them, and watched the deliveryman enter the elevator, he turned around and saw the new, chubby Russian guy rummaging through his gifts. Just as he was about to speak, someone behind him covered his mouth.
He turned around and saw it was his old bodyguard, Hank.
With a serious expression, he picked up Nie Jiayu as if he were a chick and carried him into the dean's office.
A group of people were in the dean's office.
Oh no, I should say a group of thugs in jackets and sunglasses, who stood around.
Meanwhile, Nie Jiayu's handsome but perpetually somber-faced uncle, Nie Zhao, stood among them in a suit and tie.
His wife was the one dressed the simplest, in a jacket and cargo pants, but she was also the one with the coolest appearance.
Because she was sitting on the dean's platform with her arms crossed, staring at Nie Jiayu with a half-smile.
If it weren't for the soft, squishy little A-Yuan in my uncle's arms, sucking on a pacifier, the sudden appearance of this group of people in front of someone would be terrifying.
Meanwhile, Nie Jiayu's good-for-nothing brother, Nie Jiajun, a complete idiot who was kidnapped in a daze and even had three stitches, was now gloating, one hand in his pocket and the other playing with Nie Jiayu's weapon, a baseball bat.
His eyes seemed to say: You call me stupid? You're fucking stupider than me!
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