Violators Club

Chapter 62 The Demagogic Demon

Chapter 62 The Demagogic Demon
The Dafuhao Disco is different from the prosperous Baile Game City opposite. After the incident last time, everyone is obviously a little restless.

The business in the store is very good, and people come every night.

But I don't know why, but I always feel that the taste is not the same as before.

Awei at the front desk was holding a pen in his hand, and in front of him was a textbook for an adult university, but he was not in the mood to do the questions. All he could think about was Brother Pineapple who changed his hairstyle this morning.

He glanced at the calendar next to him - Ding Maoyue - Bingshen Day.

Inauspicious: install a door, make a stove, have a haircut, plant a plant, build a temple.

A Wei shook his head, feeling that something bad would happen today.

Near noon, Pineapple Boy's younger brother took 500 yuan from him, saying that he was buying takeaway for everyone. In the past, these younger brothers would ask Ah Wei what he would like to eat at noon today, but recently?
Ah Wei didn't know what to say, in short, he just felt very tired.

"Ring Ling Ling ~"

Along with the crisp ringing of the doorbell, there was a sound of the door opening outside.

A Wei took a deep breath, and squeezed out a standard smile on his face, but when he saw the other party clearly, he couldn't help but hesitated, and subconsciously shouted:
"Mr. Chen, are you here?"

Wearing a sky blue suit, his model-like perfect figure and those sharp eyes make him look aggressive. Although more than ten days have passed, the blue suit in front of him left a great impression on Awei. deep impression!
So the moment you saw this blue suit?
Even though Chen Changqing was wearing a pair of deceptive gold-rimmed glasses today, Ah Wei recognized him immediately.

Chen Changqing nodded, and he gave the other party a look that I admire you very much:
"I remember you, your name is Awei, arrange a quiet private room for me, and have three more glasses of water."

A Wei nodded, he took a deep breath, and asked a little more in his tone:

"Do I need a glass of milk for you?"

Looking at A Wei in front of him, thinking of the other party's performance last time, Chen Changqing couldn't help but cherish his talents:

"You're a nice person. If you're interested, you can come and have a look."

There was a little hesitation on Awei's face, he didn't answer immediately, but said: "I need to think about it."

Although the other party rejected him, Chen Changqing was not disappointed.

Chollima often has it, but Bole doesn't often have it.

Talent is important, but the person who can discover talent is more important.

So he didn't say much, just waved his hands:
"Well, go ahead and tell me he doesn't like waiting."

Under the leadership of the waiter, Chen Changqing and the third uncle came to a box. Chen Changqing handed the third uncle a cigarette, but he refused.

He doesn't smoke or drink alcohol, and he is taciturn on weekdays. His only hobby is the harmonica.

If he hadn't been born in the Ni family, Uncle San would have chosen another path in life.

About two or three minutes later, the door of the room was opened, but it was not Pineapple Boy who walked in, but a waiter carrying a glass of milk and two glasses of boiled water.

However, Chen Changqing didn't wait too long, it was almost front and rear.

With his hair shaved off, a pineapple boy with a hat came in.

The first time he opened the door, Pineapple boy noticed the third uncle sitting on the sofa, which caused a flash of surprise in his eyes, and subconsciously said respectfully:

"Third Uncle, why are you here?"

The third uncle has a very high seniority in Xiangjiang, and is at the same level as Ni Kun.

Although he never held power, no one dared to despise him.

Because all the "dirty work" of the Ni family is done by the third uncle, if Ni Yongxiao is the most poisonous snake in the Ni family, then the third uncle in front of him is the sharpest knife in the Ni family!

But the third uncle ignored Pineapple Boy, and didn't even bother to look at him.

This made Pineapple Boy's eyes flash with embarrassment, but he didn't show it, but quickly said to Chen Changqing who was sitting on the sofa next to him:

"Mr. Chen, why are you here?"

Taking a puff of cigarette, Chen Changqing under the gold-rimmed glasses had a friendly smile on his lips, like a kind friend:

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, how do you think about what I told you last time?"

Pineapple Boy's face froze, he bit his lip, his eyes flickered with confusion:

"Mr. Chen, can you give me a little more time?"

The last time he met Chen Changqing and what he said to Pineapple boy, he thought about it for a long time afterwards.

Although Pineapple Boy is not smart, he is not a fool either.

Chen Changqing spoke very clearly, Pineapple Boy naturally understood what the other party meant.

But it was precisely because he knew that Pineapple boy didn't dare to go to Chen Changqing.

After all, his boss is Gandhi. If he turns his back on him at this time, he doesn't care what people in the world think of him, but Gandhi will definitely hack him to death!
Pineapple boy didn't want to be hacked to death by Gandhi, and he didn't know what Chen Changqing wanted to do, so he could only drag it along, but Chen Changqing had already taken the initiative to find him before Gandhi's side urged him.

Looking at Pineapple boy's tangled face, Chen Changqing smiled and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and he waved: "I'm more refined, I like to reason with people, come here."

Pineapple boy bit his lip, he looked hesitant, and finally sat down next to Chen Changqing, but I don't know if it was because of fear or other reasons, he looked very reserved:
"Mr. Chen, what do you mean?"

Chen Changqing patted Pineapple Boy on the shoulder with a smile, and handed over the document on the desktop: "I have a document here, take a good look at it, and I will ask my third uncle to accompany you to the police station to surrender."

Pineapple boy froze, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

It could be seen that he was forcing a smile, but when he opened the brown paper bag and saw the documents inside, Pineapple Boy's legs softened and he knelt down on the ground with a plop:

"Mr. Chen, please let me go, Gandhi is my boss."

The documents in the kraft paper bag were not very thick, only twenty or thirty pages, but what was inside?
Pineapple Boy just glanced at it hastily, but he understood that this was the criminal evidence written from his own perspective.

Combined with what Chen Changqing said before, he surrendered himself, and Pineapple Boy was so frightened that his courage almost broke!

But Chen Changqing was very indifferent. He took a sip of milk, smiled and patted Pineapple on the shoulder. He is like a close friend of yours, giving you advice when you need it most:
"How about that, ask Uncle San to arrange a car accident for you tonight, and I will notify the police to come over. Although you have committed a crime, but your conscience is still alive and you know your repentance, I will help you apply for the Good Citizen Award."

Seeing Chen Changqing with a friendly smile in front of him, Pineapple boy couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

Obviously the expression on the other party's face was kind and friendly, but Pineapple boy felt more frightening than Chen Changqing's angry appearance before, which made him feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

And looking at Chen Changqing's eyes, especially the indifference shining behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

The pale Pineapple Boy, whose face was frightened, squeezed out a stiff smile:
"Mr. Chen, don't make fun of me, I..."

Chen Changqing shook his head, he pushed his eyes, and put the milk cup on the table: "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the third uncle next to him, and said in a flat tone:

"Third Uncle, please make preparations, let him die more seriously at night."

The third uncle nodded. His character is not good at words, so he wouldn't say anything at this time.

But what San Shu didn't know was that, precisely because of his taciturn character, no one in Xiangjiang would doubt San Shu's determination at such a time, including Pineapple Boy.

The third uncle of the Ni family, a ruthless man who doesn't talk too much.

If this sentence was said by Chen Changqing, Pineapple Boy might have a fluke in his heart, but if he said this sentence to his third uncle?
Almost subconsciously, Pineapple boy shouted in horror:
"and many more."

The third uncle stopped. He didn't look at Pineapple Boy, but at Chen Changqing, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Looking at Pineapple Boy, whose body was tense and pupils constricted, Chen Changqing pushed the gold-rimmed glasses:

"Do you understand?"

Big drops of sweat came out of his forehead, because he had just cut his hair today, and Pineapple Boy could clearly feel the sweat sliding down his scalp.

Looking at Chen Changqing, who was dressed in a refined temperament, Pineapple Boy's mouth was filled with bitterness:

"Mr. Chen, I don't want to die."

Chen Changqing smiled. He patted Pineapple boy on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and even helped Pineapple boy who was kneeling on the ground. He spoke clearly and said in a leisurely manner:

"Xiangjiang does not have the death penalty. Do you think the police, the Ni family, and the other big bosses will care about a little guy like you?"

Pineapple boy shook his head, he let out a miserable laugh:
"Gandhi will kill me."

The corner of Chen Changqing's mouth curled up, and he noticed a detail.

Pineapple Boy called Gandhi the boss before, but now he directly calls Gandhi's name, which shows that his heart has begun to waver, so Chen Changqing decided to help Pineapple Boy:
"That's right, but as long as Gandhi is dead, do you think anyone will want to kill you?"

"Mr. Chen, you also said that there is no death penalty in Xiangjiang."

Pineapple boy bit his lip, his eyes were flickering with despair, but Chen Changqing noticed the hesitation flickering inside, which made the smile on the corner of his mouth even brighter.

He patted Pineapple on the shoulder, and his flat tone was like a demagogic demon:

"Do you think Gandhi would have survived going to prison?"

"In fact, compared to me, you are the one who needs Gandhi's death the most, don't you?"

(End of this chapter)