Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Li Shan's cigarette butt almost burned his hand: "How do you know it was him?"

"Use your brain!"

Zhou Qi tapped his temple: "Otherwise, how come you suddenly earned 200,000 last month?"

Li Shan's face suddenly changed. He and the Zhu brothers had no real friendship. In the end, it was just a business of selling their lives for money. There was no such thing as brothers who would die for each other in this world. The only thing that mattered was the money.

The searchlight on the bow swept across the dark river. Li Shan, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, raised his chin to his men and said, "Brothers, call it a day!"

A shadow flashed outside the hatch, and the sound of a nightingale chirping mixed with the light of a flashlight drifted far away along the river. Within half a cigarette's time, response signals appeared one after another in the reed marsh in the distance.

"Brother, all the secret agents have been withdrawn." The henchman shrank his neck and went back into the cabin.

Li Shan flicked the ash off his cigarette and squinted at Zhou Qi who was counting the money: "Brother, you are making money so fast, you can take out just over a million dollars?"

"Brother Shan, this number is really nothing in my eyes."

Zhou Qi twisted the red string of money around his fingers and said, "Do you believe that I can give you ten times the money next month?"

Suddenly, whistles were heard one after another in the cabin.

Suddenly, two blinding white lights split the porthole, illuminating the room so much that everyone raised their hands to cover their eyes.

"Which grandson is tired of living?" Li Shan picked up the harpoon on the table.

The movement of the sand-dredging ship through the night vision telescope made his temples throb. He kicked the tires with his leather boots so hard that the jeep shook. "Li Shan, this bastard, takes the money but doesn't do the job!"

Zhu Xiang turned the steering wheel sharply, and the jeep's headlights flashed wildly at the sand-dredging ship.

Zhou Qi in the cabin stroked his chin and smiled: "Could it be that Boss Zhu is asking for my life?"

"He's nothing!"

Li Shan poked the harpoon towards the deck and said, "You are a weakling who only knows how to flatter others in the army. Are you qualified to teach me how to do things?"

Then he picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled, "Post No. 3! Go smash the headlight of that broken jeep on the mountain road!"

Suddenly, several dark shadows jumped out of the telescope and Zhu Xiang hurriedly turned off the light.

Sparks flickered in the jeep, and the cigarette butt was extinguished hard on the steering wheel.

Zhu Xiang thought to himself that since Li Shan was unreliable, he had to find another way out.

He sat cross-legged on the deck, staring at the ripples on the lake, planning to intercept Zhou Qi when he returned.

"Brother Shan, brothers, I'm going to go settle my wife and children so they don't hang around."

Zhou Qi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Hurry up, don't miss the important things."

Li Shan raised his chin towards the corner and said, "Waiter, accompany this boss for a walk."

As soon as they stepped out of the cabin, they saw Lin Ruixue standing on the deck holding her three-year-old daughter. The child was holding half a biscuit and snuggling into her mother's arms.

"Take the kids to the dock to get some fresh air. The lake breeze is cool."

Zhou Qi pointed to the wooden trestle a hundred meters away and said, "I'll take you home after we finish talking."

"Hurry up……"

Lin Ruixue's voice trembled, and there were large sweat stains on the back of his light-colored shirt.

The scene of the gang breaking into the house half an hour ago still made her tremble.

Watching his wife and daughter walk towards the dock, Zhou Qi took out a crumpled cigarette case.

Er Heizi took the soft Zhonghua cigarette and caught a glimpse of the bruises on his neck when he struck a match: "Did you hit him too hard just now? You know you are a big boss with a net worth of millions, how dare we, brothers, do anything serious to you."

"cough……"

Zhou Qi choked and coughed as soon as he took a breath: "When I was fighting in Thailand, the sandbags were harder than their fists."

This is true. Before their rebirth, they received six hours of anti-strike training every day. Although these farmers look fierce, they don’t even know the angle of their punches.

Listening to the birds singing in the distant reed marsh, Zhou Qi suddenly became interested: "Can you lend me a gun to shoot a few wild ducks for dinner? I'll pay double the price."

The cigarette butt drew an arc between his fingers and fell into the lake with a splash.

"Fire a gun at this critical moment?"

Er Heizi lowered his voice and said, "The crackdown has not yet passed. If the police hear any noise, they will all be dead."

Then he suddenly grinned and said, "Speaking of which, your female neighbor is quite impressive. Do all rich people have three or five mistresses?"

"I'll introduce you to a few models someday?"

Zhou Qi took out his lighter and twirled it around: "Actually, I'm more curious about your equipment - get two good guns and go to the island in the middle of the lake to have some fun, so the sound of the gunfire won't be heard on shore."

"Boss Zhou, since we get along so well, I'll open my heart to you."

Erheizi leaned against the side of the boat with a cigarette in his mouth and said: "These guys are just trying to scare people from other villages, but in fact they are just empty shells without ammunition.

Those old homemade cannons that can spit fire, loaded with black powder and iron sand, are good for shooting rabbits, but if you use them to shoot wild ducks, I guarantee that there will be no feathers left."

"Brother, that's a bit too polite, isn't it?"

Zhou Qi put on a stern face on purpose, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

It turns out that these bastards are just using firewood sticks to show off, and they look pretty good in trying to scare the inexperienced farmers.

He raised his chin and pointed inside the cabin: "That long thing on Brother Shan's waist doesn't look like a homemade thing."

"cough!"

Erheizi sucked on the cigarette butt until it became hot before he jumped into the river:

"That Type 38 rifle was captured by his grandfather when he fought the Japanese invaders. It was later distributed to the county militia. There are only two bullets left. I don't know where it was thrown away eight hundred years ago."

Zhou Qi cursed these grandsons for being so pretentious, but pretended to be surprised: "Didn't your village fight with the neighboring village a few years ago and use loud instruments?"

"When we first moved here, we had to establish our authority..."

Before Erheizi could finish his words, a person suddenly jumped out of the cabin and shouted at them to come in.

Zhou Qi squinted his eyes and looked towards the river bank. Several motorcycle lights pierced through the night and were sweeping towards this side.

He deliberately left Li Shan's letter at the entrance of the village, but he didn't expect that the Shaolin Temple would bring people to chase him. The lights of the car suddenly went out, and the dark outline of the sand-dredging ship was particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

"Tie me up!"

Li Shan suddenly emerged from the bottom of the cabin, holding the old rifle in his hand. The barrel of the rifle was polished to a shine and was now lying on the wooden table.

Zhou Qi pretended to be surprised: "What is this, Brother Shan?"

"You two have been whispering outside for half the night, do you think I'm deaf?"

Li Shan kicked over the wooden bench and said, "There was a car headlight coming this way. Were you the one that led the car?"

Three men rushed over and tried to pin someone down. Zhou Qi glanced at the old gun on the table.

Erheizi just revealed that, apart from the Japanese cargo that his grandfather had seized when he was a militiaman, the whole boat was full of fire sticks for scaring sparrows.

The reeds on the shore rustled in the night wind.

Zhou Qi leaned against the iron hatch and glanced at the farmers who had gathered around him. The hemp ropes in their hands shone pale blue in the moonlight:

"Brothers, there's really no need to fight. They might just be here to buy fish and sand."

Li Shan spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and the sparks were rolling on the soles of his boots: "Don't talk nonsense with me, tie you up tightly first! If I really wrongly accuse you, I will kneel down and untie the rope for you to make amends later!"

"Just a bunch of you idiots?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Qi suddenly bent over and rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye he was right in front of Li Shan's nose.

These farmers had never seen such a scene before. They were stunned for two or three seconds before they remembered to pounce on the people.

"court death!"

Zhou Qi roared, and his iron fist was like a flood that had been opened. Hooks, swings, and straight punches were hitting Li Shan in the face.