Liu Fugui lowered his head and thought for a mont, then uttered four words: "Let’s go ho!"
"Go ho?" Liu Yunpeng looked at Liu Fugui in confusion, turning his head slightly. The Factory was gone, where was ho?
"Yes, go ho!" Liu Fugui confird again.
"But, Dad, where do we have a ho now? You don’t an going back to our own house, do you?"
"Yes, back to our own house!" Liu Fugui seed heavy-hearted, his replies absent-minded.
"Which ho do we go back to?" It’s not unusual for a tycoon to own several houses, especially for a wealthy magnate like Liu Fugui.
For an ordinary person, a ho that takes a lifeti to afford is just a fluff pull for people like them.
So it was natural for Liu Yunpeng to be unclear about which ho Liu Fugui referred to.
"The villa!"
"The... villa?" Liu Yunpeng repeated with skepticism.
"Yes!" Liu Fugui snorted lightly. In truth, he was reluctant to choose the villa. If it were just him trying to survive, he would not choose such a life of dependence.
He had endured hard tis in the past, and it was precisely those unbearable mories that shaped his calm and composed character today.
Furthermore, in today’s world, finding a place to stay is so simple. The only difficulty is how to live safely.
He could live recklessly, but what about Liu Yunpeng? Should he let his son live in constant fear with no certainty of tomorrow? To Liu Fugui, who cherished his son dearly, that was utterly unacceptable.
So he decided to swallow his pride and try his luck at the villa, hoping that the others would accept them both.
"But Dad, will those people in the villa agree to let us stay?" Liu Yunpeng had his doubts. After all, they were neither family nor friends, and in these tis, an extra person ant an extra mouth to feed. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t be generous enough to accept and support an outsider for free.
More importantly, not long ago, he had an altercation with them over Yang Xue, where he was quite aggressive in saring them, so... he now truly regretted his immature actions.
"It shouldn’t be a big problem. The people in the villa aren’t that bad in character. Anyway, we’ll see how it goes when we get there!" Liu Fugui was well aware of the difficulties and rationale, but at this mont he had no choice. Besides the villa, he had no allies to rely on.
In the end, he felt fortunate he decided to establish a trading channel back then. If not for his wise strategic plan, he would have to find another place to stay with Liu Yunpeng now.
Since Dad was so sure, Liu Yunpeng naturally had no objections. He just hoped everything would go smoothly as they wished.
Yang Buwei lay on the sofa, exposing his upper body while the air conditioner ran at full speed. He didn’t care about wasting oil, electricity, or saving concerns. He had just undergone surgery to remove a bullet last night, and the wound on his left shoulder throbbed gently. Liu Fugui’s personal doctor was doing the final cleaning for him.
"Can’t you be gentle, damn it? Trying to kill with pain?"
"Slap!" The doctor didn’t know how many tis he had been slapped by him. While working under Liu Fugui, such things had never happened. Now, despite his anger, he dared not speak. The handgun in the other’s possession could end his life at any mont.
Yang Buwei was in high spirits, extrely unstable, and he was furious. His right arm’s arrow wound hadn’t healed yet, and now his left shoulder had a bullet hole.
In his opinion, all this stemd from that brainless, brawny He Lei.
He Lei sat leisurely on one side of the room, smoking a cigarette while exhaling endlessly. The ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts, chaotically strewn. He too felt glum. Now, the big catch that was almost in their grasp had escaped under their eyes.
To say otherwise would be laughable. He felt it was all due to Yang Buwei, a coward who was still nursing injuries.
The two in the room were full of grievances. After Liu Fugui’s escape, they harbored mutual bla, each looking down on the other.
Yang Buwei recalled He Lei’s disregard for his life back then and beca furious. Finally, spurred by the pain, he exploded.
"He Lei, damn it, what should I call you? What did Boss Chun order? Wait until he cos back to deal with Liu Fugui. And you, damn it, are you satisfied now? Letting him escape made you happy? Damn you, got into this ss!"
He Lei’s temper was well known. He couldn’t tolerate being yelled at like this by Yang Buwei. He jumped up from his seat, hands on his hips, and retorted, "Damn you, did I cause you this ss? You incompetent fool, blaming for Liu Fugui’s hijacking and escape? I’d say you getting shot is damn well-deserved!"
"What! What did you say?" Yang Buwei shoved aside the doctor dressing his wound, waving his gun and yelling at He Lei: "You damn pig brain said I deserve to get shot? Say it again if you dare!"
This ti, He Lei remained silent. Although he was hot-tempered, he wasn’t foolish enough to argue with soone ard. Watching He Lei remain mute, Yang Buwei gained montum and insulted He Lei further: "What, cat got your tongue? Who’s the dog that called a coward? Just say it!"
He Lei suppressed his anger, the cold gun barrel repeatedly slapped against his face by Yang Buwei: "He Lei, you really see yourself as soone important, huh? What kind of shit do you think you are? You’re just a dog that Liu Fugui used to raise, one that’s already been cast aside. Now that we’ve taken you in, you’re being smug? Rember this, a dog is always a dog! No matter how loud it barks, it’s still just a dog!"
Dog! The word pierced He Lei’s heart like a blade. Yes, who was he anyway? After all his efforts to help them take over this Factory, he was still seen as a dog.
He Lei’s chest heaved more and more erratically. Yang Buwei’s words made him realize that after today’s incident, he should abandon any thoughts of gaining advantages in their group. By the ti Boss Chun returns, what’s waiting for him is severe punishnt, maybe even a dead end.
Yang Buwei continued his relentless tirade while He Lei fixed his gaze on him, the voice fading, leaving only the rapid flapping of Yang Buwei’s lips. A fierce urge to kill welled up in him.
Totally unaware of He Lei’s change, Yang Buwei reveled in the pleasure of humiliating him.
Idiot, moron, trash—each derogatory word struck deeply. As he was about to slap He Lei’s face again with the gun barrel, He Lei made his move. With a thunderous grasp, he latched onto Yang Buwei’s wrist, rendering him immobile.
"What the hell are you doing? Let go!" Yang Buwei finally noticed sothing was off about He Lei. The murderous look in his bloodshot eyes stunned him, making him hesitate, trying to retreat, only to be held firmly by He Lei.
"Don’t do anything rash," he stamred cautiously. "D-Damn it, if anything happens to , you’re screwed too..." (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian to read.)
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