Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1069 Hidden Flower
The pervert Xiong seemed to enjoy the compliment from his younger brother. He smiled and took out a stack of earth-colored 1,000-baht notes from his jacket pocket, which were issued for the 60th anniversary of Queen Sirikit's birth. He took out one note and deliberately raised it high, pretending to take a photo of Queen Sirikit's watermarked portrait in the sun. Then, in the envious eyes of the other three dwarf mules, he handed the baht to the yellow-haired turtle, "Take it. I'll give you tea as a reward."
The yellow-haired turtle happily took it, turned it over and over in his hand for a long time, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother Xiong, how much can this be exchanged for?"
Hearing this, the demon's face darkened and he shouted in displeasure: "Why, you don't want it? Let me tell you, this is Thai money and you can exchange it for a big bull (a 1,000 Hong Kong dollar gold bull and a 500 Hong Kong dollar big bull)."
After saying this, a smug look appeared on his face, and it was obvious that his unhappiness just now was just an act.
Hearing this, Huangmaogui showed a look of surprise on his face, and quickly put the Thai baht in his trouser pocket, and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Xiong."
The low-level short mules are just hanging around, they are poor at midnight and can never get rich at dawn. Even a job like valet parking is not something that ordinary short mules have the opportunity to do. Don't underestimate valet parking. If you calculate it over a month, the tips you get will not be less than the salary of a white-collar worker. If you meet a customer who succeeds in picking up girls, it is easy to get a large tip.
It was obvious at first glance that the yellow-haired turtle belonged to the outermost dwarf mule. He usually followed the big brother to get some food and drink, and occasionally had the chance to get some "talks" to fill in the numbers, which could probably earn him some per capita fee. Five hundred Hong Kong dollars should be a lot of money for him, especially when it was picked up for free.
Nan Yi had no intention of laughing at the pretentious behavior of the sex maniac Xiong. Nan Ruoqi in his hand had already given the signal that she wanted to pee. Based on experience, Nan Yi knew that he had forty seconds to enter the pee-holding state. If he did nothing during this time, Nan Ruoqi would do whatever she wanted.
Glancing at the yacht, Nan Yi quickly calculated in his mind the time required for the yacht to reach the bathroom, and soon came to the conclusion that there would not be enough time if he didn't run. The terrain along the way was diverse, and it was easy to fall if he ran while holding the child, so he didn't dare to take the risk.
He waved his hand and called Tianxian to his side, asking her to block the spot. He gently pulled off the Velcro crotch cloth on Nan Ruoqi's pants, held the light machine gun, made a "BiuBiuBiu" sound in his mouth, pulled the trigger and fired short bursts at the sea.
Earlier, when helping Nan Ruoqi pee, he had to whistle to cheer her up (actually it was to develop a conditioned reflex). Now that she is a little older, the little one can hold her urine and knows to wait until she is helped before peeing. Nan Yi hums to himself to cheer himself up.
This snort was not a big deal, but it immediately attracted the attention of the dwarf mules. Perhaps it was because the yellow-haired turtle was stimulated by the huge sum of money and was jealous, so one of the other three dwarf mules spoke obscene words to Nan Yi, and the content went straight to the point that Nan Ruoqi could not speak of.
The dirty words of the pervert were like instructions to turn on facial recognition. The two pairs of eyes of Tiger Cub and Gangxu instantly searched for and locked onto the target. The facial and body features of the pervert were memorized by both of them.
Having followed Nan Yi for a long time, they knew Nan Yi's temper and knew that Nan Yi would not have any other reaction except smiling at this moment.
Seeing the looks of Tiger Cub and the other two, Xianshizi was startled. Then he realized where he was standing at the moment. This was the Deep Bay Yacht Club. "This is terrible!"
Just when the pervert thought he was going to be severely punished, Nan Ruoqi's magazine was empty. Nan Yi cleaned it up carefully, and walked out of the dock with Nan Ruoqi in his arms, as if he was a deaf person who could not hear any dirty words.
As Nan Yi and his party disappeared, the pervert breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to flatter the pervert Xiong, "Brother Xiong, you are so sharp. Even the rich kid is so intimidated by you that he dares not speak."
The flattery of the pervert was like a fly, making the pervert Xiong feel sick. "This guy made such a loud noise just now, the other party must have heard it, but there was no reaction at all. This may be a big deal."
Thinking of this, the sex maniac Xiong shuddered involuntarily.
On the way back, Nan Yi did not talk about what happened just now. He just accompanied Nan Ruoqi to play with her fingers. It was not until they returned to Fang's Manor that Nan Yi handed Nan Ruoqi to the nanny. Then he said coldly to the tiger cub: "28 teeth, there are wisdom teeth left for him. If it is not enough, he can use finger bones. Also, if you raise a child but don't teach him, it is the father's fault. I don't want to see his father eat meat in the future. Be polite first and then use force . If you don't give him face, you will directly squeeze out the business."
"clear."
Although there are hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules in Xiangkeng, not many of them can become famous. If you have a nickname, such as "Sex Maniac", which is a rather strange nickname, and you know their appearance, it is not difficult to uncover them.
In less than two hours, Ruan Zhiping found out the details of the sex maniac Xiong through his channels and found out that Lao Wai was the head of "He Liqun".
The Laowai group is headed by the word "He". The names of the clubs begin with the word "He". Heshenghe and Hehetu belong to the Laowai group. In the club, there is a position of Baizhishan, or military advisor, who is responsible for coordinating the clerical work of the club. Under him is the accountant who is in charge of the finances of the club, similar to a cashier, and there is a number bookkeeper who is responsible for the accounts, similar to an accountant.
Since the late 1980s, the triads have begun to show signs of operating in a corporate manner. The old-fashioned white paper fans were replaced by accountants and lawyers, and the societies began to talk about group and capitalized operations, and also began to talk about the law.
Once we figure out who the pervert Xiong is, it won't be difficult to find the pervert. With a few phone calls, Ruan Zhiping uncovered the pervert's true identity.
The real nickname of the pervert is the same as the pervert, it is called 蜞乸, which superficially means leech. If you look closely, 蜞 means leech and 乸 means female. 蜞 can also mean "骑", which becomes "骑乸", implying the indescribable body position. People who get this name are usually thin and look very wretched perverts.
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Tsim Sha Tsui, Victoria Clock Hotel.
In a room, a woman hugged a man's neck and said affectionately, "Samael, I love you."
Samael took the cigarette out of his mouth, reached out and flicked it on the ashtray on the bedside table , put it back into his mouth, took a deep puff, then pursed his lips into an O shape and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
The smoke ring floated up a few inches, and Samael cut it in half with his hand, and it immediately dissipated into the air.
"Some people say you shouldn't trust beautiful women, especially those who are not wearing clothes." Samael patted the woman on the face. "Angela, I'm leaving Xiangkeng soon and going back to live a good life with your husband, or find another man to say I love you."
"No, I won't. Wherever you go, I'll go with you." The woman hugged Samael tighter and pouted her mouth to cover his mouth.
Just as the two pairs of lips were about to touch, the phone on the bedside table rang.
Samael pushed the woman away, picked up the phone, put it to his ear, listened for a while, gave his address, and then replied "Got".
After hanging up the phone, Samael pushed the woman away, put on his clothes and left.
Arriving at the door of the hotel , Samar looked at his watch. There were still three and a half hours before his flight took off, so there was plenty of time.
He lit another cigarette and smoked half of it while leaning against the roadside railing. A car stopped beside him, the window rolled down, and a yellow envelope was handed out, followed by a sentence.
"Your team's employer this time is very troublesome, take care of yourselves."
"The more troublesome the employer is, the higher the commission will be." Samael smiled faintly and flicked the envelope in his hand, "I'll treat you to a round while you're still alive."
The hand in the car gave a lax military salute, stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out.
Samael saluted back at the taillights of the car, then opened the envelope, pulled out a bunch of things from it, and counted them. There was a stack of old 500-yuan bills in a plastic bag, a photo also in a plastic bag, a new envelope still in the plastic bag, a pair of fully packaged medical gloves, and a bare piece of paper with a few lines of words written on it.
He picked up the note, glanced at it, memorized the contents, and put it in his pocket. Then he took out his gloves and put them on. He unwrapped the photo and money and put them in a new envelope...
After packing everything, Samael hailed a taxi and headed for Lei Yue Mun.
The term "dark flower" often appears in Hong Kong films and is often associated with social organizations. In fact, dark flower is an ancient Chinese word. It originally referred to the bounty offered by the ancient government that could not be known to outsiders. It was mainly aimed at specific reporting groups and generally encouraged people in the underworld to report on each other. The amount of dark flower is usually much higher than the amount of the clearly marked bounty order.
Hidden patterns are like guns, neither good nor bad, it just depends on who uses them.
The Hong Kong police will use it, and so will social groups. However, since it carries a secret code, in many cases the person giving out the "flower" naturally does not want outsiders to know who they are. This involves a question: why would someone who wants to receive the "flower" believe that they can successfully receive the "flower" by doing good things?
In order to solve the trust problem, there needs to be an intermediary organization or individual that both parties can trust.
Yuelongmen Teahouse is located in the mixed industrial and residential area of Lei Yue Mun, not far from the fishing port, and its business is pretty good. Although it is past mealtime, the occupancy rate of the store is still over 70%.
Samael entered the tea room and sat down. A waiter saw him and came over with an order book. "Sir, what would you like to eat?"
"I'm not hungry, I just want tea."
"What kind of tea?"
“Gaoxi Guanyin tea.”
The waiter was slightly startled when he heard this, and then asked, "What snacks would you like to have?"
"Cloud Stone Flower Jelly."
"plz follow me."
The waiter took Samael to a private room on the second floor. After sitting for a while, a man walked into the room and said a few words to Samael. Then he took Samael out of the back door of the teahouse, turned left and right, came to a residential building, and walked up the stairs to the third floor.
On the third floor, Samael met another person. Finally, he handed over the envelope in his hand, then left Lei Yue Mun and headed for the airport.
"The Mandarin class taught me that birds sing, heralding the dawn. The Mathematics class taught me that numbers are hard to know, so I look up every night and see nothing. The Art class taught me that after the rain, rainbows will cross the sky, so I pray for rainy days and look out often after the rain..."
It was already a quarter after nine. Nan Ruoqi, who had made enough noise, lay on her back on the bed. Nan Yi snuggled up to her, humming "Where" by Veronica Yip, while his hand gently patted Nan Ruoqi's shoulder blades.
Before the song was over, the little guy's snoring began.
Hearing the snoring, Nan Yi quickly lay down and took a look into the little girl's nasal cavity. He breathed a sigh of relief . He carefully cleaned it out and took out the receiver to check whether the image reception from the three cameras in the room was normal. After making sure that everything was correct, he left the little girl's room.
Nan Yi came to Zhao Shixian's room and lay down. Zhao Shixian, who was reading a magazine, immediately turned around and asked, "Are you asleep?"
"Um."
Nan Yi responded, covered himself with the quilt, and picked up the children's picture book "Han Meimei" on the bedside table.
It won’t be long before Nan Ruoqi can read picture books. Nan Yi will read the picture book he wants to show her first and remember the general content. In this way, when he talks to the little girl in the future, he will be able to switch into the other person’s channel at any time.
"Did you decide on a plan at today's meeting?"
"It's settled. The finance team will contact you for further details." Nan Yi flipped the pages of the book without turning his head.
"Would Snow Mountain Trust like to become a shareholder?"
Nan Yi turned around and glared at Zhao Shixian, "It's break time now, speak to me more directly, let my brain rest."
