Hong Kong Companion: Boss Optimus Prime, I just want to find the right way

Chapter 11 Widow Pauline: After all, I bear everything alone

Because he was wearing a ventilator, Ren Qingtian could only struggle painfully on the bed at this time.

Seeing Ren Qingtian swinging from side to side, Pauline became even more excited.

Su Wenluo carried Pauline to the hospital bed, and just looked at Ren Qingtian quietly.

An hour and a half later.

Ren Qingtian completely stopped struggling, tilted his head, and passed out directly.

"Alo, shorty, is this dead?"

Pauline's face was blushing at this moment, obviously the fierce quarrel just now made her whole body churn with blood.

Su Wenluo wiped the sweat off his body slightly with Pauline's small coat, and then glanced at the medical equipment in front of the hospital bed.

There is also the heartbeat, although it is only a single digit, it can guarantee that the person is not dead yet.

"Not dead yet, but maybe in a while."

Su Wenluo tied the rubber tube of Ren Qingtian's ventilator with the hairband on Pauline's head, and tied a knot.

"Damn ghost, are you trying to make someone a widow?"

Seeing Su Wenluo's movement, Pauline didn't stop her, but just patted Su Wenluo's chest coquettishly with her jade hand.

"Don't you want to?"

"When this dwarf is dead, we can be together in a fair and honest manner."

Su Wenluo embraced Pauline and sat on the hospital bed.

"Ah Luo, I am willing!"

Pauline took the initiative to lean on her red lips.

……

Another hour passed.

"Doctor, come quickly, doctor!"

Su Wenluo, who was already dressed, opened the window of the ward and ran out in a hurry after making sure that there was no problem.

"Brother Luo, what's the matter?"

Hearing Su Wenluo's call, the two boys who were still resting on the recliner outside the ward woke up immediately.

"Hurry up and call a doctor, Brother Tian, ​​it seems to be dying!"

Su Wenluo said to the two boys.

After a while, a doctor in a white coat and two nurses quickly entered the ward.

As soon as they entered the ward, they smelled a smell of disinfectant that didn't belong to the ward, but they didn't care.

"Hurry up and prepare the operating room, the patient needs to be rescued!"

After the doctor did a simple examination, he instructed the little nurse beside him.

……

Outside the operating room, Su Wenluo stood there, and Pauline sat on a chair and sobbed softly.

But Su Wenluo still saw the smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ten minutes later, Spicy Chicken ran over in a panic.

"Brother Luo, Brother Tian, ​​how is he?"

What happened last night, Spicy Chicken had already received the news in the morning.

Now all the venues in Mongkok and Lianshengtangkou are under Su Wenluo's control, of course, except for those two nightclubs on Bolan Street.

Both Dasang and Dafei died at the hands of Chen Haonan in Causeway Bay of Hongxing Society.

Su Wenluo didn't speak, because the lights in the operating room had been turned off at this time.

Ren Qingtian was pushed out of the operating room by two nurses. At this time, his head was covered with a white cloth.

"My condolences, everyone, the patient's postoperative sequelae are prominent, coupled with the sudden rush of breath, we are powerless!"

Pauline, who was still snickering in her seat, also rolled up in front of the hospital bed, sobbing softly.

Although she was very happy in her heart at this time, the face project still had to continue.

With a flick of his footsteps, Spicy Chicken knew that his backer was gone.

But this happened too soon. Now he can't wait to pick up the little man lying on the hospital bed and let him persist for another two days.

As long as Ren Qingtian dies two days later, he will complete the transfer to the new record.

But, now, everything is too late.

No, he suddenly thought, he still has a chance.

He knelt down by himself, and then hugged Su Wenluo's thigh:
"Brother Luo, Brother Tian is dead. From now on, I will follow your lead. If you tell me to go east, I will never face west."

Yes, Ren Qingtian is dead, and now the entire Mong Kok hall is in the hands of Su Wenluo.

Then just hug Su Wenluo's thigh by yourself.

Thinking of Su Wenluo, the God of Wealth in Mong Kok's earning power, as long as he keeps up with his footsteps and hugs his thighs tightly, he will develop sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Spicy Chicken suddenly felt that it was too late for Brother Ren Qingtian to rush to the street to kill the dwarf.

Su Wenluo looked at Laji. He always knew that Laji was a smart person, and he never thought of such a sense of current affairs.

"I heard that Brother Tian has an account, and you have always been in charge of it?"

Su Wenluo looked at the spicy chicken and asked.

"What is Tiange's account? The money that was originally Luoge's money has been secretly obtained by Tiange in the past few years. Now of course it should be returned to the original owner."

Spicy Chicken stood up with a flattering smile on his face.

"Well, go find me at the Dihao Club at night!" Su Wenluo said and walked to the hospital bed.

"Brother Luo, I'll leave Brother Tian's funeral to you, I'll go to work first"
After the spicy chicken finished speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.

As for the salted fish on the bed, who would try to curry favor with him after they had already thrown themselves to the street.

Spicy Chicken walked out of the hospital and met Uncle Xing.

Seeing the spicy chicken walking out of the hospital happily, Uncle Xing couldn't understand.

Didn't it mean that Ren Qingtian couldn't do it?

Why are you still so happy.

Seeing the spicy chicken that was about to pass by, Uncle Xing reached out to stop him and asked:

"Spicy chicken, didn't you say that Brother Tian couldn't do it? Why did you leave?"

Spicy Chicken pushed Uncle Xing's hand away impatiently, and said dissatisfiedly:
"Brother Tian is dead, I still have things to do."

He left without looking back.

Uncle Xing shook his head looking at the departing spicy chicken.

Uncle Xing walked into the hospital quickly, saw Su Wenluo who also came out, and hurriedly asked:

"Ah Luo, Brother Tian is really dead?"

In fact, Uncle Xing was very dissatisfied. He had been waiting for Su Wenluo's call yesterday.

But after waiting most of the night without receiving a call, he knew that he should retire.

In the future, he will no longer be able to manage the accounts in Mong Kok.

"Uncle Xing, I heard that your son is about to graduate, why have you ever thought about letting him work in the company?"

After Su Wenluo nodded, he asked.

Uncle Xing understood, then shook his head and said:

"I'm old, I've been in the rivers and lakes all my life, now I don't want my son to follow the same old path, brother Luo, thank you, tomorrow I will hand over the account book of the hall, and then I will be retired."

Su Wenluo nodded, and continued:
"Since Uncle Xing has retired, it's not that the company doesn't care about the world. In this way, the hall will allocate 100 million to Uncle Xing as a pension, and the two tea restaurants near Prince Edward Road will be allocated to Uncle Xing in the future. But in the future, Uncle Xing's brothers from the company will have a discount when they go to eat!"

Su Wenluo patted the back of Uncle Xing's hand and smiled.

Uncle Xing didn't expect that Su Wenluo didn't treat him badly in the end.

"Brother Luo, go get busy, I will take care of Ah Tian's funeral, and I will notify the company's veterans."

"Don't worry, it must be done well, and Mong Kok will never lose face."



(End of this chapter)