Chapter 153 Don't worry, she won't blame you.
Shen Kun pulled a heavy black leather box from the tractor and casually tossed it to Lao Dao.
Old Dao instinctively reached out to take it, but did not expect the box to be unusually heavy.
He stumbled and was knocked to the ground, wincing in pain.
"Oh my, Brother Kun, what's wrong with you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of something rolling out of the smashed box.
—Those were bundles of brand-new ten-yuan notes.
Old Dao felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He shakily got up, his gaze sweeping over the money before turning to the expressionless Shen Kun.
He gritted his teeth, a fierce determination that seemed ready to go all out showing on his face.
"Brother Kun, you tell me, who should I kill? I guarantee he'll never see the sun rise again!"
He realized the purpose of this huge sum of money; what kind of important person must be worth this price?
Upon hearing this, Shen Kun slapped him on the back of the head again.
He laughed and scolded, "What are you thinking about all day long? All you ever do is kill, kill, kill."
"Am I the kind of ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye?"
His tone was casual, yet it carried a sense of oppression that made people dare not refute him.
Old Dao clutched his aching head, shrinking back and not daring to utter a sound.
"It's just a small problem; you'll need to use your brain to solve it."
As Shen Kun spoke, he handed the half-smoked cigarette to Lao Dao.
Old Dao was unsure.
He's good at head-on confrontations, like licking blood from a knife's edge; he just charges in and gets to the point, simple and brutal.
Can you use your brain?
He's not cut out for anything too formal or literary.
Shen Kun's lavish spending is definitely not a good thing; in fact, it's an extremely troublesome "good thing."
He crouched down and frantically picked up the bundles of money scattered on the ground and put them back into the box, his mind in turmoil.
Finally, he hugged the box, his face contorted with grief.
Trying to make a last-ditch effort: "Brother Kun, I... I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and my baby is still breastfeeding."
"This job sounds too risky, I'm afraid I can't handle it. Perhaps... you could find someone else?"
Shen Kun glanced at him sideways, a half-smile on his face.
"Are you fucking schizophrenic? You were just about to kill someone for me to prove your loyalty, and now you're putting on this act?"
Old Dao immediately put on a shameless, roguish act, grinning obsequiously.
"That was just now, and this is now... Times have changed, Brother Kun, please be magnanimous..."
"What? You think the money isn't enough?" Shen Kun narrowed his eyes.
"No, no, I wouldn't dare."
Old Dao waved his hands repeatedly, but his eyes darted around.
He moved his feet stealthily, ready to run away at any moment.
"No? You dare not?"
Shen Kun reacted quickly, grabbing his ear. "I bet you're just trying to run away!"
Old Dao gasped in pain and begged repeatedly.
"Ouch, gentle, gentle, Brother Kun, I really didn't mean to run away, how could I dare?"
He knew he couldn't escape this calamity today, so he could only resign himself to his fate and slump his shoulders.
"Brother Kun, just tell me straight, what's wrong?"
Stop torturing him; his fragile heart can't take these ups and downs.
"Why didn't you just make that decision earlier?"
Shen Kun released his hand and slowly lit a new cigarette.
"Go to Shanghai. The letter of introduction has already been prepared for you."
"Shanghai Stock Exchange?"
Old Dao's heart skipped a beat; that was Shen Kun's stronghold, which he had built up over many years.
"What exactly are you going to do there?" he asked tentatively.
A ridiculous expectation even popped into my mind: Could it be that he's going to be the second-in-command over there?
Thinking about it, I actually felt a little excited.
Being second-in-command is great! You have power and influence, and people are willing to work hard for you. Isn't life wonderful?
"An old fellow named Zhong Ming is about to come out."
Shen Kun flicked his cigarette ash, and a spark landed right on Lao Dao's old cotton-padded jacket, burning a small hole in it.
Old Dao froze, too afraid to move.
Shen Kun continued, "Your task is to ensure that he can never get out."
"Did you kill him?"
Old Dao immediately made a throat-slitting gesture again.
"Need not."
Shen Kun slapped him again with disdain, "How many times have I told you? Don't talk about killing and arson so easily. You're just not cut out for it!"
Old Dao muttered defiantly, "I used to be a bandit too..."
"Yes, you are a bandit."
Shen Kun scoffed, "A cowardly bandit who only knows how to rob small amounts of money and whose legs go weak and he confesses his crimes when he sees someone in uniform."
"Ahem... Brother Kun, let's not talk about the past..."
Feeling a little embarrassed, Lao Dao awkwardly changed the subject.
He hugged the money box in his arms tightly.
He then asked, "Who is this Mr. Zhong...? Is he worth you and your niece spending so much money on?"
"Just a spineless coward who lives off a woman."
Shen Kun exhaled a smoke ring, his tone indifferent, "Oh, by the way, he's also my niece's biological father."
Old Dao hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Then... if I do this, your niece... she won't blame me later, will she?"
This relationship sounds a bit complicated; I don't want him to end up pleasing neither side.
Shen Kun smiled and pointed at the box in Lao Dao's arms with the finger holding the cigarette.
"Don't worry, she won't blame you."
He said calmly, "She paid for it."
Old Dao was shocked. What kind of grudge could this be?
If a daughter doesn't want her father to come out, then it must be because the father has done something to wrong her.
Old Dao breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it wasn't about murder or arson.
He opened the box, touched stacks of 10,000-yuan notes, and grinned from ear to ear.
"Brother Kun, when do I leave?"
"Now."
"Now?! Oh, how do I get there?"
Shen Kun pointed to the tractor: "I'll drive you there."
"You're going to drive this car?"
"Otherwise?" Shen Kun retorted.
Old Dao jumped onto the train carriage and found a corner to sit down.
A tractor it is, it's better than walking.
Shen Kun started the tractor, stylishly turning the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
He's a carefree person, and he drives a carefree car too.
Old Dao, inside the carriage, was being jostled around.
He felt like his intestines were about to come out.
If I had known that Kun's driving skills were so bad, I would have driven myself.
Now that we're on this pirate ship, we can't get off anytime soon.
In order to make it to the station alive, Lao Dao couldn't help but shout, "Brother Kun, stop for a moment."
"Brother Kun, let me drive."
Old Dao was shouting his heart out in the carriage, but Shen Kun was like a deaf man, completely oblivious.
Just when Lao Dao was about to give up, the tractor suddenly braked.
The box in Lao Dao's hand was thrown away, and he lunged forward desperately.
Bang--
A loud crash came from the carriage. Shen Kun turned around and asked, "Are you alright?"
Old Dao stretched out his hands and shook them weakly.
The box didn't fall; instead, he landed squarely on top of it.
As long as the money is safe, he will naturally be fine.
Old Dao climbed out of the carriage. "Brother Kun, let me drive."
Before he finished speaking, a woman was seen standing on the road, her arms outstretched, blocking the car.
"Who is she?" Old Dao suddenly realized something and gave a knowing look.
"The woman outside, right? Oh dear, I didn't see anything. You two continue your conversation."
Old Dao retreated back into the carriage.
Shen Kun threw away his cigarette butt and said to Zhong Chuchu, who was standing in the middle of the road, "Are you looking for death?"
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