The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

In the dead of night, there are a few sparse stars hanging in the sky, the moonlight is dim, and a few clouds envelop a faint brilliance.

Zhou Wei was supported by the driver and walked on an alleyway. This is Wuyi Lane. I heard from others that this used to be the place where high-ranking officials lived.Zhou Wei bought a house with three entrances and three exits, but it was inconvenient to get in and out. Cars couldn't drive into the alley and had to park outside the alley.

"Fuck that son of a bitch, he actually looks down on me, old man... I live in Wuyi Lane, where high officials live, Zhao Xulian is just a small detective, and he's giving me a bad look, wait until next month. ..I... hiccup." Zhou Wei hiccupped, leaning on the driver with most of his body, reeking of alcohol.

Next month, after clearing out the batch in his hand, he will send a large sum of money to the higher-ups to buy an official position and see how he can kill Zhao Xulian.

Zhou Wei was thinking about how to make things difficult for Zhao Xulian in the future. He didn't pay attention to a big stone on the road. He tripped over and almost fell into the mud. He also bumped into the rich family.

"You...you want to throw me to death!" Zhou Wei sat on the stone steps with his back against the wealthy family, scolding the driver loudly.

Suddenly the doors of the two rich doors squeaked and were pulled open from inside. Zhou Wei fell back with his elbows propped on the ground so as not to lie down all over. He was about to curse when he looked up.

The red lantern swirls with the wind, and the hazy red light shines on the top of the scarred man's head. His face is expressionless, like a fierce ghost jumping out of a deep house, Zhou Wei is startled first, and nine points of alcohol dissipate After three minutes, he saw that it was an old acquaintance, and the alcohol surged again, and he said with a smile, "Old Nine, why did you come to my house? Come and help brother up, let's have a few drinks with him."

Zhou Wei supported the wooden door with his hands, put the scarred man on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Brother must treat you well today."

The big man with the scar didn't speak. He supported Zhou Wei and walked towards the hall. The driver outside the door quietly closed the door and stood guard at the door, smoking a cigarette nervously. He seemed to know what was going to happen. He looked around with a disturbed expression.

Tonight, the Zhou mansion is a little quiet. In the past, when Zhou Wei came back, his aunts and wives would swarm over to surround him, along with wild bees looking for honey, pouring tea and water for him, rubbing their shoulders and wiping their hands, begging for a few minutes. I spent a lot of money to play the horse-sling, and my son, who just turned two years old this year, was crying for candy, but now he was only singing insects and whispering, so quiet that it was a little weird.

Normally, Zhou Wei would definitely have noticed something was wrong. He had been given too much alcohol tonight, and when he walked, he could hear the sound of water sloshing in his belly.

Zhou Wei had just stepped into the bright hall with one foot, and was about to call for the maids to come and serve him, but he found a person sitting on a chair carved with rosewood branches in the hall.

Wearing a light-colored suit with his jacket unbuttoned, his fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair, his long legs crossed, and the black leather shoes with bright toe caps without a trace of dust, he looked a bit careless, as if he was the man of the house the master.

The light was cast on his upper left, and the shadows cast by his eye sockets made it hard to see what his expression was. His long hair was tied with a silver silk and hung behind his head, and a few strands of hair hanging from his forehead fell above the brow bone. Seeing his smooth jaw, the corners of his thin lips seemed to be upturned, and a silver dollar was flipping between his slender fingers.

"Boss Zhou, long time no see!" Guan Boya's voice was hoarse, as if he was greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Guan... Guan Ye, why are you here?" Zhou Wei's voice trembled before his brain could fully react.

"If I don't come, you will soon become Jingu's Lord Zhou. I'm afraid you'll forget me as your master. Don't you think so, Lao Jiu?" Guan Boya spoke softly, like a breeze outside the house.

But this gust of breeze chilled Zhou Wei's soul from inside to outside, seven points of his drunkenness dissipated, his heart beat like a drum, his face suddenly turned pale, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Before the big man with the scar could answer Guan Boya's question, he knelt down and hurriedly crawled up to Guan Boya begging for mercy, like a dirty dog.

"Guan Ye, Guan Ye, I was wrong, I shouldn't use the money you put in the bank."

"I'm just fascinated for a while, forgive me this time, money, I'll make up for you next month, and I'll make up for you this week, Lord Guan, give me a few more days!" Zhou Wei fought, He slapped himself hard twice, seeing that Guan Boya was indifferent and showed no sign of softening his heart, his heart sank, and he knelt and crawled over to beg the scarred man next to Guan Boya.

"Old Nine, Old Nine, help me, I didn't do it on purpose, I just want to make more money."

The blood vessels in the temples of the scarred man stood erect beside Guan Boya, like a statue that couldn't speak or move. It was hard to accept. A few years ago, I swore with him that I would never betray Guan Boya. Brother, now that he has become like this, his fists are clenched tightly.

Guan Boya was a little tired of hearing these begging for mercy, he stepped forward and kicked Zhou Wei away, and the 150-jin burly man was kicked over just like that.

Zhou Wei said "ah", hugged his calf, and rolled around on the ground, cold sweat dripped down his forehead like rain, which shows how hard Guan Boya kicked.

"A fascination for a while? Don't tell me, is it a fascination for you to secretly take money from the bank to open an opium den in collusion with the countrymen? Is it a fascination for reselling antiques? Is it a fascination for you to lose the batch of goods I gave you? "Guan Boya stepped on the back of Zhou Wei's hand with the heel of a hard leather shoe, and crushed it heavily. A cigarette was held between his fingers, and white smoke climbed up the sleeve of his suit. The faint smell of tobacco flooded the hall.

"Ah! I was wrong, I was wrong, Lord Guan, give me one more chance." Zhou Wei was crying bitterly, begging for mercy, with his nose running from pain.

"I fished you out of the bandit's lair and gave you the management of Jingu's business. Is this how you repay me?" Guan Boya looked tired, turned his back, and said to the scarred man, "Ask about that batch of goods, drag it down and clean it up."

"Yes, Lord Guan." The scarred man said.

Zhou Wei yelled in horror and wanted to climb out of the door to escape, but was dragged to the firewood shed in the backyard by two big men in black who came in from the hall, held their arms one by one and gagged their mouths.

There was only one white candle lit in the firewood room, and the dim candlelight reflected the figure on the wall. Zhou Wei had been pampered and pampered in the past few years, and he had never done rough work. He couldn't stop beating, but within a quarter of an hour after whipping more than a dozen whips, everything was beaten.

Only the man with the scar and Zhou Wei were left in the firewood room. The man with the scar pointed the loaded wooden warehouse at Zhou Wei's forehead. Tangled.

"Old Nine, let me go! If you let me go secretly, I will never treat you badly." Zhou Wei's lips were bloodless, and he had received more than a dozen lashes on his body, and his clothes were covered with small barbs on the whips. It was cut, and some blood seeped out.

"Those who betray Lord Guan will die," said the scarred man.

Seeing that the scarred man was indifferent, Zhou Wei said sharply, "Old Ninth, I am sorry to Lord Guan, but I have never treated you badly."

Zhou Wei raised his head and stared at the eyes of the scarred man. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down to the creases of his eyelids, irritating his eyes, but he didn't dare to blink.

Indeed, Zhou Wei did not treat him badly. Both he and Zhou Wei were orphans without father and mother. When they encountered famine, they were abducted to work in bandit dens.When he was young, he was small and thin, and was often bullied by other children. It was Zhou Wei, who was one or two years older than him, who always protected him as a brother and helped him fight for half a steamed bun from a group of children so that he would not be hungry. die.

During that time, it was like purgatory. For one bite of food, they lived worse than dogs. If they hadn't met Guan Ye later, they would have become mud in the bandit's den, but if it wasn't for Zhou Wei, he wouldn't be able to live.

"You go, don't let me see you again, next time we meet, we will no longer be brothers." The scarred man said with his neck stuck.

Zhou Wei was afraid that he would repent, so he hurriedly pushed open the door of the firewood room regardless of his injuries. Two big men in black outside the door stretched out their arms to block him. He turned around and looked at the big man with the scar.

"Let him go!" The scarred man said with his back to the door.

"But..." the big man in black at the door said.

"Let him go! Master Guan, I will explain myself." said the man with the scar.

The two big men in black looked at each other, looked at each other, and finally lowered their arms, allowing Zhou Wei to limp and leave in a hurry.Zhou Wei didn't dare to turn his head back, fearing that something might happen, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his leg bones, and hurriedly left through the back door of the backyard, wishing his feet had four wheels.

The nebula dissipated, revealing a round bright moon, a garden full of moonlight and lush vegetation.

Guan Boya was standing in the courtyard, with a slender figure, and the moonlight fell on his forehead, which was as smooth as jade. Covering his indistinguishable male and female face, there is actually a kind of hazy beauty of a fairy under the moon.

The big man with the scar came over, stood behind him, and said, "Master Guan, if you ask me, the batch of ammunition fell to those bandits in Wushan."

"You guys are brothers, there will be no next time." Guan Boya said, dusting off the cigarette ash with her fingers.

"Go down and receive the punishment." He didn't hear the sound of the wooden warehouse, so he naturally knew that the man with the scar had let Zhou Wei go.

The big man with the scar lowered his head and answered "Yes".

Guan Boya looked up at the moon, and took out an old pocket watch in his pocket, with a layer of rose gold on the outside. When he opened it, the dial was blue enamel, and there was a yellowed photo inside the flip cover. The woman in the photo Very young, wearing a two-piece jacket and skirt, his brows and eyes were cold, showing a hint of arrogance.

Guan Boya took out the small photo, burned it with the spark from the cigarette butt, and dispersed it with the wind.

He took out a brand-new photo from his pocket and put it in. The young man in the photo was wearing a white shirt, like a nobleman walking out of a storybook, with a beautiful face that could not be concealed even in a black and white photo. There are gentle spring waves in the eyes facing the camera, with a beautiful face and elegant appearance.

Guan Boya put the pocket watch into his pocket, touched the gold ring on his ring finger, with a smile on his lips.

His little Haitang, don't make him wait too long.

The author has something to say: the late-night code word update, a fake update, sorry for delaying the update

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