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This sentence was thunderous, but Mr. Chen didn't move, but his breathing became heavier, and the eyes that looked at him instantly released a cold light like a vulture.

Uncle Pang said to the phone: "What do you mean?"

"It means that Dust Loyalty is in my hands." The ostrich sounded very arrogant, "Why did you send him to the hospital? I think that kid is very energetic! But this makes me so fucking jealous. My son died. The one with the surname Chen can be alive and kicking! Let me tell you the truth, Chen Zhong is a good boy, clean and kind, hey, I really can’t bear to bully him!"

The meaning of the ostrich is already very obvious. He took Mr. Chen's son and killed him because he took Mr. Chen's goods.But what he said inside and outside the meaning is that Chen Zhong is still alive, and the underlying meaning is that he wants to negotiate conditions.

Mr. Chen leaned forward, the sunlight slid past, his head and shoulders were already covered in shadow.Uncle Pang handed the phone to him, and Mr. Chen held Uncle Pang's hand and said, "Ostrich."

When the ostrich heard Mr. Chen's voice, it suddenly became very excited and said, "Mr. Chen! Haha, you are here!"

Mr. Chen asked: "What do you want to catch Chen Zhong?"

"Oh, you didn't hear what I said earlier, did you? My son was beaten to death by a police officer." Ostrich's excitement passed, and he restrained himself when facing Mr. Chen. His words were not so dirty, and he laughed first. He said twice, then lowered his voice, and said, "You know, I'm just a son, and I just died like this, in my heart... Oh, Mr. Chen, you are also a father, please be considerate and considerate." .”

"Making trouble for no reason," Mr. Chen said coldly, "Ostrich, you have been in this business for a long time, you should know that this is a matter of exchanging money for your life."

"Mr. Chen said that, I think he wants to turn his face and deny people!" The ostrich was a little anxious when he heard the words, "My son went to pick up the goods from your garden, and now the goods are flying away when the people die, and my money will be returned. Don’t come! So, Mr. Chen, if you don’t believe me, ask Lao Pang, did I haggle when I negotiated the price with him? Fuck, how many years have we been in business? What do you mean now? Leave me alone?"

"I only care about Chen Zhong." Mr. Chen stared at the phone in front of him with murderous eyes.

"Of course, he is your son," the ostrich said, "Mr. Chen, let's talk."

"Before we talk," said Mr. Chen, "let me have a word with Chen Zhong."

The ostrich was silent for a few seconds, and finally agreed. If you want to blackmail or negotiate, you have to let the other party know that the hostage is still alive. After all, what you want to redeem is a living person, not a corpse.The ostrich seemed to be walking around with the phone, and then there was the sound of the door being opened.

Someone asked Chen Zhong: "Have you had breakfast, is it delicious?"

Chen Zhong laughed, and said, "It's delicious."

"Mr. Chen," said the ostrich, "how about it? I really have been entertaining your son with delicious food and drink. Can we talk now?"

The satellite phone was originally held by Uncle Pang, but Mr. Chen picked it up the moment he heard Chen Zhong's voice.The old man's slender fingers trembled slightly, and killing intent emerged from anger and worry, silently occupying his eyes.

He said, "Talk."

"I want Baiyao, Sanjiu." The ostrich lowered his voice and said, "I ordered [-] kilograms from you last time, but not only did my son die, but even a gram didn't reach me. Now I want three Double, according to the price of the yellow locust. Adding this price difference to [-] kilograms of [-] heroin will kill my son and send your son back. Does Mr. Chen feel that this is a loss?"

Huangpi is morphine made from opium liquid. Some people think that it can't even be regarded as heroin, and it can't compare with Sanjiu in terms of purity and price.But the garden is not short of money, as long as Chen Zhong can come back, Mr. Chen doesn't care about it.

However, Mr. Chen closed his eyes and looked at the phone, and was silent for a long time.

No one knew what the blackmailed old man was thinking, even Uncle Pang who was standing by was surprised.He has been working with Mr. Chen since he was in his 20s, and he has seen Mr. Chen's killing and schemes, so he also understands Mr. Chen's love for Chen Zhong and Chen Liang.The huge profits in the drug business are not fake, and Mr. Chen is particularly concerned about the loyalty of his subordinates, because he wants to leave a stable world for his two sons.

The silence is unbearable, and the ostrich over there is getting impatient.He said: "Mr. Chen, don't you think it's too expensive? That's right, you have two sons, why care about this one, right? Damn..."

"Ostrich." Mr. Chen's voice was interrupted smoothly, and it seemed that he didn't care about it at all.Mr. Chen frowned slightly, and asked, "Can you eat six hundred kilograms?"

This sharp question made the ostrich choke, and the corners of Uncle Pang's relaxed mouth twitched.Mr. Chen didn't raise his eyes, as if he was sincerely waiting for the answer over there.

"When did the predators in the upper reaches care about the small fish and shrimps below us?" The ostrich finally sneered, and then said, "I don't want to take it all by itself."

He casually mentioned the names of a few drug dealers, all of whom were established distributors along the border. Mr. Chen knew that they had done business with Lan Die before.Then the ostrich continued: "However, the rules can't be broken, and the upstream and downstream should work separately. Mingren don't speak secretly, don't you think so, Mr. Chen?"

Mr. Chen's complexion was gloomy, and he said "hmm".

"Whether a deal can be made or not, it's a matter of one sentence!" Ostrich said loudly, "If I don't want me, I'll be damned! A tiger's poison doesn't eat its son, you fucking can do it!"

Six hundred kilograms of heroin with a purity of 99.9% is not what Mr. Chen cares about.He has now made up his mind to clear the warehouse and transfer it, and concentrate on research. The ton of goods sold a lot a few days ago, and now there are less than [-] kilograms left, which is just enough for the ostrich. He is not short of money. It is necessary to sell, and the amount of goods and money is not as good as Chen Zhong.

"Deal," said Mr. Chen, "tomorrow."

"Okay! That's it!" Ostrich said. "Tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon, in the south of Yiwei Town, on the border road. You bring me the goods, and I will give you the people and the money."

Mr. Chen slowly raised his jaw and said, "It's a deal."

"I want you to come in person," the ostrich sounded a little fierce, "get out of the car and show me when you arrive. I will pass when I see you in person. But you don't have to pass the boundary markers. Let's be honest. No one can sell you face to face. Who! I'm going to put the ugliness in the first place, don't play tricks, or you will wait to collect your son's body!"

Mr. Chen returned the phone to Uncle Pang, and nodded to Uncle Pang.

Afterwards, Uncle Pang and Ostrich said a few more words, and Mr. Chen just listened the whole time, closing his eyes for a while in the mid-noon sun.When Uncle Pang turned around and was about to hang up the phone, Mr. Chen suddenly made a gesture.

Uncle Pang stretched out the phone, and Mr. Chen asked the ostrich, "Where's the blue butterfly?"

The ostrich said, "Dead."

Mr. Chen turned his face sideways, opened his eyes in the shadows, and hung up the phone.

***

The woody aroma soaked through the clothes, and Mr. Chen lost his strength, and finally bent his back.He slowly caressed the silver spider on the top of the cane, the sunlight fell into the room, and the light leaked out from his fingers.

He was silent for a while, then opened his eyes, and said slowly: "Get all the goods ready, only keep one hundred kilograms...Leave to the border tonight, and I will go there myself."

Uncle Pang is the one who can understand all his hints, knowing his two sentences before and after are two different things.He breathed a little harder and said, "Understood."

"Let Yu Xing come back, I have something to tell him to do." Mr. Chen said, "He was obviously fooled by that potato last time."

This is Mr. Chen's way of employing people. Even if he saw that Yangyu was not under Xing's orders last time on the spot, he was not in a hurry to return his innocence.Yu Xing came from the island, and Mr. Chen is confident that Yu Xing will not hate himself for guarding Chen Liang's tomb for a month. On the contrary, Yu Xing will only focus more on showing his loyalty and proving his ability.The combination of punishment and kindness, and surprise, have created a crazy drug lord with power spanning thousands of miles in these years.

"We need to transfer the goods to a place that only the two of us know. Xiaoliang is dead, Zhongliang... the way to Zhongliang Village is over." Mr. Chen sighed, stood up with his walking stick , Said: "But the warehouse here also needs to keep people, smooth the surface, don't let outsiders see it, I don't need to tell you about this."

Uncle Pang nodded and said, "I understand."

Mr. Chen walked towards the bamboo shed with a cane, and said: "After the goods pass by, the family of three in the cave has to follow. You can take care of them today, and move them away tonight. Don't let Xiao Cuo meet them face to face." He walked through Slowly dissipating the incense house, with the silver spider under his palm, "Of course, Xiao Cuo is also going. He has made obvious progress in research in the past two months since he entered the village, and Ye Sheng ..."

He looked out from the second floor, and the sunlight fell directly into his eyes, but it couldn't illuminate the lacquer pool there.The expression on the old face was a little distorted, Mr. Chen continued: "My experiment has achieved initial results, and now it looks like the control group has lost. I have kept Ye Jianxi's genes by my side, but the combination of her and Wen Yue has not. Produce better results, maybe the descendants of the two geniuses are doomed to fall. On the contrary, Xiaocuo, who gave birth to sin and climbed up from the fireworks of the world, can give me what I want."

Uncle Pang stood outside the bamboo shed, his clenched back molars made a "creak" sound that only he could hear.But when he spoke, he still kept the same flat tone, and said to Mr. Chen's back: "I understand."

***

The hard disk containing the experimental data was thrown out, Yesheng's pale face was reflected on the glass of the mini-greenhouse, and the resentment in those gloomy eyes was like lava erupting and burning.He could hardly control the deformation of his face, and crushed the light red poppy in his palm.

Uncle Pang knelt down beside him and held the young man's trembling hand.

"Uncle Pang..." Yesheng heaved his shoulders, as if speaking with all his strength, "What time is it?"

Uncle Pang said, "One forty-three in the afternoon."

"Does it look like that?" Yesheng's eyes were red, "I...do I look like a bug?"

He lives like a bedbug in a dark hole in the dark, and he can't even tell the time.He worked hard day after day, for his mother and himself, but it still didn't work.

Previous failed experiments would also make him lose his temper, but this time it was different.Ye Sheng stared at Teng Cuo's achievement after being coerced for a month, and couldn't hold back his jealousy any longer. He laughed and murmured, "Is this the real talent?"

Uncle Pang was still quiet, just picking up the petals for him.The pale sap, like diluted blood, stained his withered fingers.

"I'm not convinced, Uncle Pang, I'm not convinced!" Ye Sheng raised his head, suppressing tears, and said, "I can do it too, I know I can do it."

Uncle Pang held Yesheng's hand and said, "I know."

He gradually increased the strength in his hands, calming the young man down while holding tightly.Yesheng lowered his head in such reassurance, stared intently at the poppies in the greenhouse, and said: "There are still a few hours, enough time...he wants to transfer the [-] kilograms of Sanjiu, this The timing is right. Is everyone connected?"

"Don't worry," Uncle Pang said steadily, "the people over there know what you look like and will be waiting there to pick you up."

Ye Sheng said, "I want to take Teng away by mistake."

Uncle Pang glanced at his watch, stood up and nodded.

"Uncle Pang," Yesheng suddenly felt a little flustered, he raised his face and asked, "What about you?"

The snow-white light made every wrinkle on Uncle Pang's face clear. He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if trying to smile, but he still couldn't.He said, "I'm going to the border with Mr. Chen tonight."

"You can't go." Yesheng refused to let go of Uncle Pang's hand. He raised his voice and said, "It's probably a trap, Uncle Pang, you can't go!"

"Mr. Chen wants me to go with him," Uncle Pang said in a low voice, "but don't worry, I've already made arrangements..."

"I'm not worried about this." Ye Sheng's eyes were cold and dark, "Uncle Pang, you know what I mean."

Only An Jing answered him, and Ye Sheng said again: "I want to go with you."

At this time, he was like a child. Although the light seeping from his eyes was very malicious, it was not facing Uncle Pang.However, they all knew that it was impossible to change Mr. Chen's order, and raising any objection at this time would be a fire.

"I know where you're going," Uncle Pang squatted down again so that he was shorter than Yesheng, "I'll go find you as soon as I get away."

Yesheng lost the last bit of blood on his lips, and he said to Uncle Pang, "You will die."

Uncle Pang looked at him, nodded, and said, "But it's okay."

These two people are well aware of the role they play in each other's life. A killer is arranged to take care of a child born as a result of an experiment. When the soft life is put into the blood-stained arms, Mr. Dust predicted The emotional disconnection is doomed not to appear.They love each other like a father and son, and they see each other's longing hidden under the cold. Uncle Pang has already arranged everything for Ye Sheng. Maybe he didn't leave his own place on the way of retreat. Sacrifice is the most important thing for him. A step already prepared.

"It will be fine," he suddenly smiled, raised his hand to touch the top of Yesheng's hair, and said, "Take care of your mother, don't make me worry."

This voice was not like the usual Uncle Pang at all, it was deep and gentle, with comfort from the elders.He didn't have anything to ask, but he looked at Yesheng with tremblingly deep eyes, as if he would start to cry at any moment, and it seemed that it was just a hasty and sad last glance from a kind father.

Yesheng murmured, "Uncle Pang...thank you...I think, really...no..."

Broken words couldn't hold up too strong emotions, the person in front of him was not his father, but Yesheng slid down from the wheelchair and threw himself into Uncle Pang's arms in a child's posture.He didn't let Uncle Pang see his face, and after a while, Uncle Pang's collar was wet.

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