Almighty painter

Chapter 559: Painting Order
"It's connected. You go ahead and talk first."

Gu Weijing said.

"Hello, I'm Wu Qinlai. I'm calling you through Gu Weijing's cell phone. The speakerphone is on." Wu Qinlai took the phone respectfully with both hands, raised it to her ear, and said.

There was another silence of nearly half a minute.

On the other end of the line, there was the sound of someone walking on the wooden floor, which gradually faded away.

Secretary Wu waited very patiently.

"Master Luang Pu Niral is giving me a lecture. Could you please wait a moment?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone explaining.

"Understood, sir."

Luang Pu, also known as Long Pu, is sometimes translated as Nagarjuna.

It means a highly accomplished monk in Thai.

Brother Hao likes to worship Buddha.

He is a frequent pilgrim to many temples, and often invites eminent Theravada Buddhist monks from Thailand to preach there.

This was the first time that Gu Weijing heard Brother Hao’s voice in person.

The first reaction was that the voice was a bit muffled.

He is not the type of knight-errant who sits on a white tiger-skin chair with a big horse and a golden sword, slapping his thigh and saying, "Haha, we brothers are going up the mountain today, and we are in a good mood. Nothing else, just enough meat and wine."

Speak slowly.

He doesn't look like a gangster tycoon.

Even if you just listen to this tone, you can hardly associate this accent with strong men like Tyson or Rocky who are known to have the "Soul of the Beast" and "EYE OF THE TIGER".

in contrast.

It's even low and hoarse enough to be somewhat neutral.

Simple and gentle.

Even when speaking to his subordinate Wu Qinlai, he used honorifics such as "please".

Gu Weijing's first reaction was that he thought he had dialed the wrong number.

Or maybe the person who answered the phone was one of Hao Ge's assistants or something.

But Secretary Wu looked even more respectful.

He just stood on the street, holding the phone in both hands, like a sculpture, waiting motionlessly.

"All right."

About three minutes later, that iconic voice was heard again from the receiver.

"Is Mr. Xiao Gu with you? Is he okay?"

This was the first thing I heard the other person say.

Wu Qinlai glanced at Gu Weijing with an almost ghostly look, and then replied: "Yes, Mr. Gu is fine, I just stopped him because Miao Angwen might not be in good condition."

"He's dead? I have to say, it's amazing that Mr. Xiao Gu would actually kill someone. His wrist is tougher than I thought. Or was it just an accident?"

The man on the phone said calmly.

Breathtaking?

???

Translation Translation, what does breathtaking mean?

Brother Hao thought Miao Angwen was dead.

It doesn't matter.

But his first reaction was not rage, nor was it annoyance that his investment might have gone to waste, but rather amazement, indicating that Mr. Xiao Gu's hand was tougher than he thought.

What the hell does this mean!
Wu Qinlai didn't know whether classmate Miao, who was still twisting on the floor of the bar, would spit out blood and faint if he crawled out and heard Brother Hao's words.

It's too ridiculous.

This kind of younger generation has gone through the rite of passage and finally become a real man, or wow, what kind of funny tone is this, "The red-eared slider in my tank is finally willing to eat meat slices. Alas, I have been worrying about its poor appetite all this time."

This shouldn't be the correct reaction.

Wu Qinlai felt even more afraid in her heart - Brother Hao's mood was really like thunder and rain, and it was difficult to guess with normal people's thinking.

the other side.

Calculate your age.

He took a look and began to seriously calculate in his mind the possibility that Gu Weijing was Brother Hao's illegitimate son.

Shouldn't it?
Why do they have to throw the "prince" out to be raised when they have such a large family, great wealth and tremendous power?

and.

Wu Qinlai was very sure of one thing. It was at the very beginning, during the Spring Festival at the beginning of this year, when the bald man came to Gu's calligraphy and painting shop with some things in his hands.

I really just wanted to add some fresh blood to the counterfeiting team.

Just looking for a junior painter who can do internship training.

Add some talent reserves to Hao Ge's criminal business, promote the work gradient construction and the replacement of "consumables" in the operation team, etc.

No other ideas.

Such little things.

It wasn't even Brother Hao who asked about it personally.

The gift that the bald man was carrying was also very ordinary.

There was only a fruit plate and a red envelope worth 8.88 million Myanmar Kyats.

If it were not for the particularity and concealment of the money laundering business, team recruitment would require flat management from top to bottom.

otherwise.

If an Internet company with the same asset size were to interview a newcomer.

Don’t talk about Brother Hao.

A small fry like Gu Weijing, who has been a corporate slave for five years, may not even have the chance to meet the boss's trusted subordinates like Baldy or Secretary Wu.

He was very sure that Brother Hao had never taken Gu Weijing seriously at that time.

The level of attention paid to him.

Not necessarily better than Miao Angwen who was lying in the bar and humming.

Asking you to join us is a compliment to you and a chance for you to make a fortune.

If you don't appreciate the kindness I give you, just get out of here.

They immediately invited Miao Angwen, who came happily after paying his respects and signing his name.

what exactly is it?
How could Brother Hao's feelings towards Gu Weijing change so drastically in just a few months?
"No, it's not as serious as you think, but it looks like, sorry -"

Wu Qinlai carefully considered her words, "There may be a risk of fracture."

He himself is not quite sure.

The apology he expressed at this moment was actually an apology for not being able to successfully support Miao Angwen as an assistant sent by Brother Hao.

Still talking.

Oh, sorry, sir.

I'm sorry, Gu Weijing didn't kill Miao Angwen, otherwise I should run back and shoot him again?
"Okay, I'm listening, go on." The tone on the phone was calm.

"It's like this. Perhaps you already know the result of the National Artists Association's announcement of the membership list today. There was an accident in our work, and the specific cause is still under investigation, but the result is that Miao Angwen was not elected, and the one who was elected was Gu Weijing's grandfather Gu Tongxiang, and then-"

Because he really had no idea what the boss was thinking, Secretary Wu did not dare to make any additional modifications to his tone.

He honestly and in the simplest terms possible described what had happened throughout the day.

It all sums it up.

"This is what's going on. Mr. Gu is right next to me, as is Miss Koko. I'm waiting for your instructions," he said.

"Miao Angwen?" Brother Hao said the name playfully. "You see, I usually only give a person one chance to make a mistake. I have severely warned him not to interfere with Mr. Xiao Gu's daily creative life."

"Someone else called me about this matter, and I also formally promised that as long as Gu Weijing didn't want to, I would not take the initiative to force him to do things for me with a gun. You see? Miao Angwen didn't listen, and this made me unhappy."

"I am also very unhappy when my words do not count in front of others."

"Also, ecstasy? Are you sure? Our people cannot touch drugs. This is a principle. People who touch drugs are unreliable. In our industry, the biggest taboo is unreliability. If you are unreliable, you will die. He knows the rules, right?"

Wu Qinlai felt a chill in her heart.

Just as he had just told Gu Weijing.

Brother Hao has never been a person with a good temper.

Not a very patient person either.

He never gives anyone too many chances.

He hated it when his men made the same mistake over and over again, just as he hated being rejected over and over by the same person.

Miao Angwen was in trouble.

This thought flashed through Wu Qinlai's mind instantly.

"I said, I forgave him for his mistake last time. Next time, he will have to ask Buddha for forgiveness himself."

"Give him a gun and let him play roulette. The result depends on the will of Bodhisattva--" Brother Hao's voice came, low and deep like a cobra spitting out its venom.

Never believe that the underworld has any mercy.

Brother Hao is a man of his words.

If I say I will kill your whole family, then I will kill your whole family.

He said that if you make the same mistake again next time, you will be asked to play roulette.

Someone has to take a revolver and shoot himself in the head.

"I understand." Wu Qinlai nodded. "I'll arrange it."

"Listen to what I have to say."

"Let's put it this way. What happened today was just a coincidence. Everything happened for a reason, so I'll just forgive him this time." Brother Hao thought for a moment, "But there will still be punishment."

"No bullets? Fine, I'll replace the chamber with cast lead model bullets."

Secretary Wu nodded.

After all, he is a minor.

A moderate intimidation is enough to scare him to death.

"No. Wu Qinlai, you still don't understand what I'm saying. Of course you have to load the bullets."

"You can only play with an empty gun once. If you use it more often, no one will be afraid of you. What I mean is, give the gun to his father. Let his father do it for him."

"Parents all over the world are so pitiful. I think his father will not refuse."

Brother Hao said in a cold tone.

Wu Qinlai was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

this moment.

Gu Weijing, Koukou.

Even Uncle Ale, who had just come from the drug-busting battlefield and had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, had also seen hell on earth.

They all felt a chill at the viciousness of human nature that welled up from the bottom of their hearts.

"Okay, that's it for you. For the rest, you can hand the phone to Gu Weijing. I will talk to Mr. Gu in person."

"Here you go."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qinlai held the phone in both hands.

Give it to Gu Weijing who was waiting nearby.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao Gu, nice to meet you."

Take the phone.

Brother Hao's voice came from the microphone.

It was still that low, polite, even gentle voice.

now.

However, Gu Weijing could not feel any warmth from this voice.

"Hello...Brother Hao."

He held the phone tightly and spoke slowly.

Of course, Gu Weijing did not give a polite answer and was very happy to meet the other party.

He was not happy about it at all.

"I've been wondering when you would call me. Originally, I thought it would take some time."

Brother Hao smiled on the phone.

"It happened faster than I thought. I'm sorry that this is our first call. I hope you are not scared. But Mr. Gu, you have to understand that I am not a teacher in a school. If a student makes a mistake, I can't just punish him by making him copy, keep him after class, or call his parents. If I do that, I will lose my authority. My subordinates must be afraid."

“Fear is the best way to establish authority.”

"If they are scared, they won't make the same mistake again."

Brother Hao said calmly: "My subordinates are usually small thugs. Bullets can help them learn to remember what they can and cannot do better than copying."

"Do you understand? I hope this won't cause you to have any misunderstandings about me."

Gu Weijing shook his head: "You know, you don't have to tell me your... um, your 'business skills'."

Brother Hao's laughter came through the phone.

"Well, if you don't want to listen, forget it. Now that we've finished talking about Miao Angwen's matter, why don't we talk about your matter? Miao Angwen has already explained this matter to me, and you have to give me an explanation as well. Right?"

Brother Hao's voice sounded smiling.

"You don't seem to be angry about Miao Angwen's matter." Gu Weijing was hoping for a lucky break.

"I'm not really angry, but. Whether I'm angry or not has nothing to do with whether I want to ask you for an explanation." Brother Hao patiently explained in the receiver, "To be a tycoon, you can't just let others fear you, you also have to make others respect you."

"Myo Aung Win made a mistake and disobeyed, so of course he has to be punished. This is setting the rules, and he may pay a heavy price for it. This is his business."

Brother Hao said with a smile: "But Miao Angwen, he is working for me. I have to protect people who work for me. How to solve the problem internally is an internal matter. But no matter whether Miao Angwen is wrong or not, no matter whether he is stupid or not. But if he is injured, I will only punish him, but I am not willing to seek an explanation for him."

"Then the people under you will feel disheartened."

"It's the same reason. I'm not a teacher in a school. I don't care who is right or wrong, or who started it first. I only care about the result. Since my people are injured, someone must give me an explanation."

Brother Hao said seriously.

"So, Gu Weijing, you should give me an explanation. Isn't that right?"

Gu Weijing's heart slowly sank.

He knew it.

Things like this never end so easily.

That's how the underground world works.

Everything was bloody.

Hao Ge's "merciful" treatment of Miao Angwen was to let Miao Angwen's father pick up a loaded revolver and shoot himself in the head.

What did Brother Hao ask Gu Weijing to explain?

"Hey, don't be nervous. I won't let your grandfather shoot me with a gun. I'm not a devil. I'm a person who is always willing to be reasonable. What's more, I like you very much."

"How about this, we can be friends, and you won't be considered an outsider. I won't say that I will make you rich with me... Now you don't need me to help you get rich."

"I'll order a painting from you, and that's it, okay?"

(End of this chapter)