Dewang Teahouse is quite famous in the imperial capital of Yanjing. It is neither illegal nor does it skirt the law. It is just a proper teahouse where you can drink tea and enjoy the air conditioning in the summer and warm yourself up in the heating in the winter.

But I don’t know when it started, but the second-generation rich people within a radius of two miles like to gather in this teahouse that was originally unknown. So drinking tea is an activity for middle-aged and elderly people to cultivate their character, but the tea drinkers who often gather in Dewang Teahouse are mostly young people in their early twenties.

The children of the third generation of the red family regard this place as a mixed place for the lower nine classes and look down on it, while the second generation of officials and the second generation of the rich regard this place as a well-known taste place in the circle.

As for what you can do in Dewang Tea House, it is no longer a secret in the circle, but few people outside the circle know about it. There are many things you can do, such as hiring murderers.

"Brother Hei, whether I can get my face back depends entirely on you." Wen Shaohua respectfully pushed an envelope forward a few centimeters from the tea table, just to the hand of the dark-skinned, muscular man sitting opposite him.

The man looked very honest and had a low voice. He picked up the envelope and glanced inside, then said in a deep voice: "If you want to make a living, you have to be trustworthy. Master Wen pays generously, so of course we will do our best."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Wen Shaohua couldn't help nodding. The power of his family was enough for him to do whatever he wanted within a certain boundary. This was the first time he had to deal with such criminals in many years. To be honest, in his heart he actually looked down on these idle and disorderly low-class people, but now he had to lose face and ask for help, so he acted hypocritically and flattered them.

Li Xiaofu stood beside Wen Shaohua in a standard henchman's posture, secretly poking the boss's right hand in plaster. The two had been hanging out for some time and had developed a tacit understanding. Wen Shaohua understood and turned to look at the muscular man, smiling and saying, "Brother Hei, as I said just now, our lessons are our lessons, but we must not cause any deaths, otherwise it will be a big trouble for us all."

The man's dark face showed embarrassment, and he said honestly, "Young Master Wen has come to Dewang Teahouse many times, so he must know You know the rules here, right? If you take the money, it's like buying a life. You have to make someone miserable without losing their life, but it's difficult for us!"

Wen Shaohua frowned, not understanding the other party's hidden meaning for a while, and said bitterly: "Brother Hei, I am indeed a bastard. I can't do any good things, and I can easily pick out a basket of bad things I have done. But I have never killed anyone since I was a child, and the kid surnamed Zhao didn't provoke me to the point of killing someone. When you see the time, can you find a few quality subordinates?"

"Oh!"

Brother Hei threw the envelope back on the tea table, his burly body leaned back, and he said slowly and lazily: "Stabbing someone without killing him is a technical job. Young Master Wen's request really makes me, Old Hei, feel embarrassed. I have two smart-eyed henchmen under my command, but they are very capable and generally don't put on airs and don't like to go out. It's difficult for a great man to please you. Young Master Wen, who comes from a scholarly family, should know this."

There was a trace of displeasure in the depths of Wen Shaohua's eyes. His family started out as smugglers and it took nearly ten years to really clean up their business. This was basically known to everyone in Yanjing, and he had nothing to do with the scholarly family. Moreover, at this time he finally understood that this honest-looking old rogue was going to raise the price.

As the saying goes, like dragons, like phoenixes, like rats, like sons. No matter how dirty the Wen family's background is, it is still a family of merchants. Wen Shaohua has been influenced by this since he was a child, and he has a vague understanding of the intrigues between people. Before he came, he was ready to deal with the situation at this time and glanced at Li Xiaofu.

Li Xiaofu reluctantly took out another envelope from his backpack, which contained the same amount of money as the previous envelope, and placed it on the table.

The man called Heige by Wen Shaohua was indifferent, just smiled, and did not reach out to take it.

Wen Shaohua's mouth corners turned down slightly, raised his hand, and signaled Li Xiaofu to take more money from his backpack. If

a person who is greedy for money does not react to the money, there is only one possibility, that is, the money is not enough.

Li Xiaofu had no choice but to open the zipper he had just zipped up, took out the last envelope in his backpack and put it on the table - three envelopes of money, two of which were Wen Shaohua's precautions, and also Wen Shaohua's bottom line.

He had a lot of money, but he was not stupid, and he was not the only one in Dewang Tea House who could vent the anger of the rich.

The man called Heige looked honest and even a little stupid. He grinned with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and gathered the three envelopes in front of him at the same time, stacking them together, and they were as thick as six or seven centimeters.

"Master Wen, don't worry. That kid named Zhao will be admitted to the hospital tonight and he will definitely not die. He will have to lie in bed for two months. Are you satisfied with that?" Wen

Shaohua did not comment. He took the photo of Zhao Yulin from Li Xiaofu and said, "Brother Hei has a good reputation in this teahouse. He is famous for his good work. How dare I, your brother, be dissatisfied? This is what the kid looks like. Tonight, I'll be waiting in the hospital to see the exciting scene."

"Okay, okay, happy cooperation!"

Brother Hei stretched out a rough big hand towards Wen Shaohua, smiling harmlessly, and obviously a bit more polite.

"Boss, this son of a bitch has such a dark heart!"

After walking out of Dewang Tea House, Li Xiaofu couldn't help but spit: "He is dark from the outside to the inside!"

Wen Shaohua also felt pain. The three stacks just now were equivalent to spending most of his pocket money for half a month, but as long as Zhao Yulin could be dealt with, the money would be worth it.

"After you go back to school, keep your mouth shut and don't tell everyone you meet. If something goes wrong, I will put you to death!" He really hated Zhao Yulin to the bone. Although it was not to the point of a life-and-death struggle, he would never allow any complications.

"Boss, aren't you going back to school?" Li Xiaofu asked.

Wen Shaohua looked deeply and said, "I'm going to the hospital to wait and see with my own eyes the bloody dead dog that Zhao is."

Li Xiaofu shuddered. For the first time, he felt that the boss he followed was so cold-blooded. Of course, he didn't expect that Wen Shaohua now looked like a wolf, with several layers of wraps on his head and hands, and a cane, and he had no face to go back to school.

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In the classroom, Zhao Yulin didn't know that Wen Shaohua was angry and hired someone to stab him. He was sitting in the front seat with Yang Fan, asking the other party about the reasons for his previous actions.

"Brother Yu, let me tell you the truth. In fact, I have seen you once before you came to school." Yang Fan lowered his eyelids, his expression gloomy.

Zhao Yulin narrowed his eyes slightly: "You have seen me? When?"

"On the train." Yang Fan replied.

On the train?

Zhao Yulin thought about it and soon realized: "I was dealing with those hooligans on the train, and you happened to see me?"

Yang Fan continued, "My grandma was sick last week, so I took a leave to go back and see her for the last time. I was on the same train as you when I came back. At that time, I just saw those people lying in your compartment. They looked miserable, and I wasn't sure if they were beaten up by you. Then yesterday, you became the new transfer student in our class, and you beat up Wen Shaohua and Li Xiaofu."

"Brother Yu, you may not know that Wen Shaohua is usually domineering in school. In addition to his powerful family, he is also a particularly good fighter. You were able to beat him so easily. I think those people on the train were probably knocked down by you."

"Then what?" Zhao Yulin asked, "Because I'm good at fighting, you admire me, or want to worship me as your boss, so you have the courage to come and help me?"

Yang Fan pondered for a while, and finally nodded heavily.

"Yes."

Zhao Yulin smiled: "I'm talking about you, kid. You don't focus on your studies, but you're thinking about forming gangs and following the bosses. You look gentle and refined, but you actually have the heart of a gangster?"

"That's not the case!"

Yang Fan shook his head hurriedly, his mind spinning like a rattle, and explained: "I didn't think about following a powerful boss to bully others, but... but I really can't stand it anymore!"

Zhao Yulin looked at the weak boy next to him. This boy, who was originally quite clean and gentle, suddenly showed a sense of determination on his face, and his eyes turned red.

Zhao Yulin, who has seen similar eyes countless times, can clearly describe that emotion, a kind of despair called dying together.

What did he experience at such a young age?

"You say, I listen." Zhao Yulin moved his butt a few inches forward on the stool to make the wound at the base of his thigh feel more comfortable.

Yang Fan lowered his head and bit by bit revealed the darkness that had been suppressed in his heart for two years.

He was originally from Suzhou and Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, and had an exceptionally affluent family, so he came to Yanjing to study in high school. In addition, he had a sister of similar age, who was in the second grade of junior high school at the time, and she also transferred to this prosperous imperial capital with him.

Parents hoped that their son would become a dragon and their daughter would become a phoenix, and they hoped that Yanjing would be able to train their children better than Suzhou and Hangzhou, so Yang Fan and his sister came here with the expectations of their parents, and it took a lot of trouble in the process. Fortunately, most of them were problems that could be solved with money, and their family was not short of money.

The brother and sister worked hard and quickly integrated into the foreign environment. They also went to school smoothly. But something went wrong on the night when Yang Fan's sister graduated from junior high school. The girl was good-looking and had a unique and gentle charm of the Jiangnan water town, which was particularly eye-catching even in the imperial capital.

This led to trouble.

Yang Fan's sister was celebrating with her classmates that night and fainted inexplicably. She was not abused, but many not-so-pure photos were taken of her.

From then on, Yang Fan's hard days began. Those people didn't know how to find him, threw the photos on the table, and extorted a large sum of money. It was agreed that the money would be exchanged for the goods, but Yang Fan was fooled. From then on, he had to pay a so-called confidentiality fee of several thousand or even tens of thousands every once in a while, otherwise the photos would be uploaded to the Internet.

This kind of blackmail has lasted for four years.

Originally, with his family background, he could more than handle this kind of blackmail, but two years ago, the family business suffered a heavy blow and the family began to fall into decline. At that time, he had a hard time dealing with the blackmail. Some time ago, their family company went bankrupt, and his grandmother, who loved him since he was a child, passed away.