He almost couldn't resist rushing into the flower bed in the shadows, but Han Fei stopped him in time.
Hua Chi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems this little fat guy really does have some skills."
"It's not surprising that someone who has killed someone is ruthless."
“Mr. Han, what we’re doing makes us look like stalkers.”
In the process of a child's growth, parents often need to go through a process from teaching step by step, to becoming observers, and finally gradually disappearing from their children's lives. This is an inevitable process.
The bodyguard lowered her voice and asked, "Boss, do I look like a traitor who betrayed the Third Young Master?"
Han Fei glanced at her indifferently: "You should listen to whoever pays your salary. There's nothing wrong with you."
The bodyguard sister, who was removing her makeup at home, felt more and more uneasy. She had discovered that Little Fatty was being watched and that he was a dangerous person. She knew that if the Third Young Master stayed by Little Fatty's side, he would also be in danger.
So, before she had even finished removing her makeup, she went to report to Han Fei.
This behavior is exactly like someone close to a prince reporting to the emperor, as if they were a spy secretly planted next to the prince.
The bodyguard felt a little guilty, thinking she had let the young master down, but after hearing the boss's words, she felt relieved.
Yes, it's only natural to do what you're paid for.
Hua Chi asked, puzzled, "You know perfectly well that even if you spend money, the bodyguard will ultimately listen to you, so why did you still make my apprentice pay for someone to stay by his side?"
The bodyguard muttered under her breath, "It's like the emperor delegating power to his princes so they can raise their own private armies."
Han Fei glanced at her sideways: "You've been watching quite a few period dramas from China lately, haven't you?"
The bodyguard smiled a little shyly: "You can't see this abroad. I've been catching up on a lot of period dramas."
"Children need to grow up gradually and take on responsibilities little by little. I'm supporting bodyguards for them now, but when I die, they'll have to support themselves."
Hua Chi's heart skipped a beat: "Grandpa, have you had a medical check-up recently? What problems were found in the report?"
"I have always been in good health."
"Then why do you have such negative thoughts?"
"Is this a negative thought? I just feel that I'm getting old and can't stay with them forever. I want to help them learn to fly as quickly as possible within my limited lifespan."
"Is this what the relationship between generations is like? Parents are afraid that their children will grow wings and fly away, while grandparents can't wait for their children to grow wings and learn to fly." Hua Chi was filled with envy. If he had had such a wise grandfather back then, perhaps he wouldn't have gone astray.
Fortunately, it's not too late to get back on the right track.
Hua Chi looked in Xiao Pang's direction; he knew that this child was also lucky.
As Han Chengshan's friend, even if he is abandoned by his family or targeted by others, he will be fine.
Little Fatty pointed the knife at his liver, a move that terrified the gangsters.
The gangsters swarmed around their leader, asking, "Boss, what should we do?"
“This chubby kid already knows our purpose. If we stab him, he won’t die, but his liver won’t be able to be transplanted immediately.”
"The employer's child can't wait any longer, what should we do? Are we just going to let this chubby kid have our way with us?"
Wang Dao, the leader, said with a grim expression, "I don't believe he would actually dare to stab me!"
“Boss, we can’t afford to gamble. If we anger this fat kid and he really stabs us, the liver will definitely be unusable for transplantation in the short term. If the employer’s child can’t wait and kicks the bucket, we won’t get the money!”
"This little fatso has me completely under his thumb!" Wang Dao spat on the ground.
Han Chengshan wasn't far from them. These people thought they were speaking quietly, but they were all loud. Han Chengshan heard every word of their conversation, and his eyes flickered.
He suddenly shouted at them, "Why don't you all call your employers now and tell them that the target of the mission has mutilated himself by stabbing himself in the liver? See what your employers think before you make a decision!"
"Boss, this kid makes sense. If the employer wants us to bring the guy over, let's not worry about whether Fatty actually hurts him or not. Let's just bring him over and we'll still get the money!"
“If the employer scolds us and says they won’t pay us, we won’t do this job.”
"Then we've made a wasted trip?"
Wang Dao frowned deeply. "Don't you brothers pay for meals?"
As the leader, supporting these brothers is very expensive. They are all big eaters, and they can eat up all the ingredients in a small restaurant and empty his pockets in one meal!
At this moment, Han Chengshan spoke up and asked, "How much money did the other party pay you to send so many people?"
"One hundred thousand!"
Han Chengshan asked in surprise, "M gold?"
"What M gold? Give us Hong Kong dollars!"
"I thought it was 100,000 US dollars, but it wasn't even Chinese yuan. 100,000 Hong Kong dollars isn't much money. So many of you risked your lives for him, really..."
Han Chengshan paused, then said sarcastically, "It really is cheap!"
Wang Dao roared angrily, "You little brat, you're asking for it!"
"Did I say something wrong? If it were me, I'd get 10,000 from one of my brothers! Not Hong Kong dollars, but Chinese currency!"
"You act like you're rich." Wang Dao spat on the ground.
"Are you all from Hong Kong so rude? Don't you know how hard sanitation workers work sweeping the streets every day? I'm telling you, now that you've come to the mainland, can't you think about doing business? Buying and selling is more profitable than being a gangster! Let me tell you, here, you can make tens of thousands a month selling candied hawthorn skewers from a stall!"
"Candied hawthorn skewers?" Wang Dao frowned.
A henchman whispered in his ear, "Boss, I saw it on the street. There's a kind of candied hawthorn that's flattened and seedless, which is popular in the mainland now. It seems to make a lot of money. There are lots of kids around the stall."
Han Chengshan offered a suggestion: "Why don't you set up a stall in the port city selling candied hawthorn skewers, and join my grandfather's candied hawthorn chain? How many people do you have here?"
Wang Dao replied, "70 people."
"Then you can completely monopolize the market in the port city. Each of you can set up a stall on a street or in front of primary and secondary schools. You'll make a fortune!"
“It’s not easy to set up a stall in our area; it’s easy for stalls to be swept away.”
"What are you afraid of? Running a stall requires being observant and attentive. If you see someone coming to manage things, just run! You're gangsters, even the police can't catch you, what are you afraid of! If all else fails, you can arrange for three people to set up a stall, one to sell and two to keep watch!"
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