Taiwanese should be secretly happy. If it weren't for Chen Rou's desire to crack down on drugs, he would never have become a gang leader in his life.
But now he's hit the jackpot and could very well become the next leader of the Bamboo Union.
When big shots discuss deals, they don't need to spell it out; they just need to understand each other's intentions.
Chen Rou stood up: "Let's talk about the details over the phone, by the way..."
She looked at Mr. Er and said sincerely, "I need your help and I will be very grateful to you. I promise you that I will not let you work for nothing and will give you a corresponding reward. But I am Chen Juan's daughter. I will never forgive you, nor will I forgive Mr. Dong, nor will I forgive your son for what happened to her."
Even in his final struggle, Mr. Er was still trying to prove himself superior: "I am still different from Mr. Dong."
He still wanted Chen Rou to favor him more.
But Chen Rou came to his house first, and it's still uncertain whether her own grandfather, the one surnamed Dong, can stay there. How could she possibly favor him again?
She said, "You are the same to my birth mother, Chen Juan, and you are the same to me."
In their eyes, the girl from the mainland who could only dance was insignificant, but now, Chen Rou has shown them her talent and made them respect her.
Grandpa sighed deeply, watched Chen Rou leave the house, and escorted her all the way to the alley entrance. He watched her hail a taxi, and then, as he rushed off, he specifically told the taxi driver to drive slowly and carefully. Only then did he reluctantly watch Chen Rou leave.
Of course, even the big boss was frightened, and his men were unusually quiet, not daring to cause trouble on Yiyongtang's territory.
After sitting by the courtyard for a while, Master Dong figured things out. He sent someone out to inquire and heard that Master Er had indeed prepared a meal, but the Zhongyi Hall was completely quiet. He realized that Chen Rou was bluffing him and Master Er at the same time. When the two of them were both embarrassed, everyone felt relieved that the elder brother didn't laugh at the younger brother, and he was no longer so agitated.
But he was also curious and wanted to know how Chen Rou and Master Er ate and chatted.
By the way, is her marksmanship really that accurate? And the Barrett, with that recoil, how could a girl withstand it?
Also, Chen Rou said she would have dinner with him next month. Why next month? Today is only the third day of the Lunar New Year. He has to wait 27 days.
Mr. Dong is an impatient man, so anxious that his eyebrows and beard are all sticking out. He practically wants to tear the entire calendar page and jump straight to the next month in a second.
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Nie Zhao, the boss, redeemed himself after going from Hong Kong to the mainland and then back to Hong Kong.
He's about to go on a business trip to Europe for several days, and since he has some free time today, he wants to get revenge.
But his wife went to take a shower as soon as she entered the door, and seemed very tired. So he called Wade to ask about the situation. Wade had informants in both the Loyalty Hall and the Righteousness Hall, so he could naturally find out what Chen Rou had done.
Sure enough, when Chen Rou came out of the restroom, Nie Zhao also received the news that his wife had gone to play with guns again, and it was the Barrett, the same gun that almost dislocated her shoulder after she played with it last time and had to be rushed to the hospital.
After hanging up the phone, seeing Chen Rou sitting wearily at the dressing table, Nie Zhao slipped out of bed and came over to help her blow-dry her hair.
"Your back hurts, and your arms hurt too?" he tried to ask.
Chen Rou raised her arm: "It's okay, I can bear it. I'll be fine after a rest tomorrow."
"Don't we need to go to the hospital or hire a massage therapist?" Nie Zhao asked again.
Chen Rou shook her wrist again: "I can still hold on today, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Actually, she had been practicing shooting almost every day for the past few months, and her muscles had become accustomed to the recoil. Although her arms ached after firing, she could bear it. In fact, she found it a bit fun yesterday, and since the bed at home was comfortable, she wanted to try it again. She wrapped her arms around her husband's narrow waist and said, "I'm fine, let's go to sleep early."
Nie Zhao was embarrassed to admit that he had inquired about his wife's whereabouts, but thinking about the pain she had inflicted after firing the gun last time, and the agony that prevented her from even standing up, he couldn't bear it and asked gently, "Aren't you tired? Do you really not need a masseur?"
Chen Rou then asked, "Were you too tired last night and your back is sore? Do you want a massage?"
Nie Zhao was instantly struck dumb, and he was speechless with anger.
Is he like tofu in her heart, or deep-fried so that he crumbles at the slightest touch? Is he really that incapable?
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