Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 19 "19" I myself think I'm a great philanthropist
"Is it edible?"

Nan Zheng picked up the key and opened the door with practiced ease. After changing her shoes, she breathed heavily on them.

The sound of tinkering came from the kitchen, and then He Min's little head peeked out, smiling, "The food is ready, but the dishes haven't been cooked yet. We'll be able to eat soon."

"I wasn't talking about the food, I was talking about you."

Nan Zheng leaned against the doorway with great interest, watching He Min flip the wok.

White shirt, white shorts, white socks, and pink slippers.

And each piece is shorter than the last, white with a hint of red, do you really think I'm a kind person?

I've been holding it in for days. Even if I'm a good person, I'm going to turn into a beast.

"What did you say... ah!" He Min had just turned around when she was picked up by a pair of strong arms and slammed heavily onto the soft sofa.

This immediately elicited a gasp of surprise.

"What are you doing? The food isn't even heated up yet." He Min's face was flushed.

"Aren't I going to help heat it up now?"

"It'll be quick." Nan Zheng quickly took off her clothes and pounced on him with a grin.

"You got away last time, but this time you can't let us get away even if the kitchen explodes!"

"Wait, you haven't answered my question yet." He Min pushed Nan Zheng away, her face full of embarrassment.

"What's the problem?" Nan Zheng asked directly. At this point, he could answer ten questions fluently, let alone one.

Men are most rational when they are irrational.

"Who am I to you?"

"You decide who I am to you."

Shh! Let me show you something first.

(…millions of words omitted…)
An hour later, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

He Min, her face flushed, nestled against Nan Zheng's chest, her slender, fair fingers tracing circles, just like a little kitten.

The aroma is irresistible; you can tell this dish is delicious without even thinking about it.

Nan Zheng, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, suddenly thought of a question: women are indeed rational.

Having no identity makes you an XX, but having a boyfriend makes you legitimate.

How dare they do that?
Fortunately, Nan Zheng was a decent person and had no other thoughts besides sleeping with someone.

"Smoke less, it's bad for your health," He Min said softly, her eyes full of tenderness.

“I’m used to it,” Nan Zheng said casually.

"I've been looking for you for the past few years. Hong Kong Island is so small, how come I've never seen you?"

"Just keep slacking off, where else can I go? As long as I don't starve, that's fine."

“I told my dad about you, and he said he wants to see you,” He Min said, hugging Nan Zheng tightly.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes. It's the start of a business, what difference would it make if we met?" Nan Zheng said directly.

He remembered that his good-for-nothing father had swindled a lot of money from He Min's family.

He cheated me out of money again, and he cheated me out of my body again...

If I really go to He Min's house now, won't I be skinned alive by her parents?
"It's good that you have the intention... Oh dear, the food in my pot is still hot." He Min suddenly got out of bed at a loss and limped to the kitchen, which was rather strange.

A few minutes later, she came out with a resentful look on her face: "It's all your fault, the food is burnt."

"It's okay, I've finished my food anyway," Nan Zheng said with a smile, while He Min angrily punched her.

"Screw you."

After a quick meal, Nan Zheng drove He Min to Edinburgh.

On the way, He Min hesitated for a moment and said, "Azheng, I'll move in with you in a few days."

"Huh?" Nan Zheng turned her head abruptly.

"I've been feeling uneasy these past few days, like someone is spying on me and watching me."

"I always sleep alone at night, and it's quite scary."

“That’s easy, I’ll just move there, right? Tuen Mun is so chaotic, it’ll scare you to death,” Nan Zheng said without turning her head.

He was still wondering to himself, "Why is Huang Yang making such a 'dog skin plaster' out of his egg powder?"

Huang Bingyao should be getting things done by now, right?

It shouldn't be.

However, Nan Zheng quickly saw the cunning in He Min's eyes and understood everything.

This girl is so cunning. "Amin, it's only been a few days, and your lying skills have improved again." Nan Zheng suddenly stopped the car, turned around, and started tickling He Min.

Immediately, the car was filled with laughter and pleas for mercy.

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

Now Nan Zheng understands a principle: people who truly like you will even take the initiative to live together.

Even a husband can accuse his wife of rape if she doesn't like you.

Then we really have to beg the king to spare our lives.

……

"Ah Zheng, remember to pick me up later."

"If you're late or don't come, hmph, you know what will happen."

Inside the Edinburgh Gate, He Min raised her fist.

"Understood, Your Majesty." Nan Zheng closed the car door, somewhat impatiently.

I was just being a jerk. If you're going to sleep with someone, just sleep with them. Why bother with being a couple?

These days, having a sex partner is even better.

They only care about the guns, not feelings.

Nan Zheng lit a cigarette and was about to leave when she suddenly saw a few thugs sitting on the railing across the street smoking. After taking a closer look, she immediately laughed.

It was Johnny, one of the Four Tigers of Bijia Mountain, and his henchmen, including Xiao Yao.

Nan Zheng remembered Huang Bingyao's gun; it seemed that this guy had taken it.

Later, it was given to Dafei.

To find Da Fei and get the gun back, you have to go through Johnny.

Well, here comes the opportunity.

Nan Zheng parked the car and snapped her fingers. A group of thugs immediately got out of the Toyota Hiace behind her and walked over, saying, "Hey kid, you look familiar. Did you pay your protection money today?"

"What protection money?" Johnny panicked when he saw so many people surrounding him.
"Brother, I don't know you, do I?"

"My older brother is Dafei, let's talk this out."

"Don't say anything good or bad, asking you to pay is a favor!" one of the henchmen cursed directly, while the seven or eight people around him were also rubbing their fists and looking fierce.

You know what, those gangsters really know how to intimidate people; they all look like murderers.

Johnny swallowed hard, terrified. He quickly pulled out a few hundred dollars from his pocket and stammered, "Sir, this is all I have for today..."

"Only a few hundred dollars? Do you think I'm a beggar?" Nan Zheng glanced at the several terrified thugs behind Johnny and sneered.
“I’m telling you, starting today, each of you will have to pay me a thousand every month.”

"If you don't pay, I'll drag you all to the public toilet to eat shit every day until you're completely clean..."

"Kid, do you even know what the 'Clean Plate Campaign' is?" Nan Zheng patted Johnny's face, and the others almost wet their pants in fright.

"Brother, give me one day, and I promise I'll bring the money back!"

"Yes, I'm very satisfied with your attitude." Nan Zheng nodded, then pointed to the others:

"Remember this: if I don't see the money by tomorrow, I promise I'll skin you alive!"

"Let's go." Before leaving, Nan Zheng didn't forget to put the few hundred yuan into her pocket.

I have money for bubble tea today.

Johnny and the others weren't born bad; they were just led astray by outsiders.

Therefore, Nan Zheng did not make a move, which was considered giving He Min face.

In the world of gangsters, she helps gangsters find peace; in the world of academia, she helps students reform their ways… Nan Zheng herself thinks she’s a real philanthropist.

Back in Tuen Mun, Nan Zheng threw the money directly to her underlings and told them to go after milk tea girls.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng!" the group said with a laugh.

"Has Greyhound been discharged from the hospital?" Nan Zheng asked.

"Silly Dog? I heard he was just discharged from the hospital today and can't even afford the medical bills," one of the henchmen said.

"Brother Zheng, do you need to see him?"

"Of course something happened. We're family, so we should go and offer our condolences," Nan Zheng said directly.

"Go contact him and tell him that I, Liangzheng, invited him to have hot pot..."

"Of course, if he likes it, fishing is fine too."

(End of this chapter)