money player

Chapter 109 The Tyranny of Gentlemen
"Why, why?" Cen Peipei used both hands to hold Xian Yaowen's arm tightly, "You, you lied to me, right?"

Xian Yaowen shook his head and patted Cen Peipei's wrist to comfort him, "I also hope I am lying to you, but unfortunately, I am not. An hour ago, I just learned about the names Lin Wanwan and Cen Peipei. Just now, Only then did I confirm that Cen Peipei is you.

I learned that what happened to Lin Wanwan was just a coincidence, and there was no time to investigate the cause and effect. My people only found out from the casino that someone was playing a game, and the person who was playing the game seemed to have a good background. "

Perhaps Xian Yaowen's comfort had an effect. Cen Peipei became calmer and his brain regained a certain amount of thinking ability. "Why is my eldest brother being tricked?"

"Everything must happen for a reason. Either Lin Wanwan provokes someone, or someone is eyeing your Cen family's property. Recall that no one has come to your door and offered to buy your Cen family's rice and oil shop or grocery store. "

"Chengxing Rice Store." Cen Peipei blurted out, "Chengxing Rice Store has approached my father and wanted to buy our Cenji."

"Chengxing Rice Shop?"

"Chengxing Rice Shop only wholesales and does not sell rice. The rice business is very big. We, Cenji, buy Thai rice from Chengxing."

"What's the boss's name?"

"I don't know. I only know that the manager's name is Zhang Derong." When Cen Peipei mentioned the name Zhang Derong, her face changed slightly, showing an expression of hatred and disgust. Then, she repeated like a mantra: "What should I do, what should I do? what do I do……"

"Pei Pei, has Zhang Derong ever had an idea of ​​yours?"

The disgust on Cen Peipei's face increased, but she stuttered and said, "No, no."

Snapped!
Xian Yaowen slapped Cen Peipei on the face and said with a serious face: "To be honest, from now on I am not talking about love with you, but trying to figure out how to save your Cen family."

Cen Peipei felt the heat on her face and her eyes were full of disbelief. All other things were cleared out of her mind. She only remembered that she had been beaten. She instantly complained about it, scratched her neck, and said rebelliously: "No."

Snapped!
"I asked you to tell the truth."

"no!"

Snapped!
After the third throw, Xian Yaowen realized something was wrong, and the anger and resentment on Cen Peipei's face disappeared.

Xian Yaowen switched from fanning to caressing, rubbed Cen Peipei's cheek a few times, and said lovingly: "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Cen Peipei sighed inwardly. She really hoped that Xian Yaowen would continue to slap her, but she had no courage to say such a request.

Xian Yaowen raised his hand, stroked Cen Peipei's hair a few times, then took a handful of it, pulled it with a little force, and scolded: "Tell me, has Zhang Derong had an idea for you?"

"Have you ever had any ideas about your mother?"

"Uh, um."

"Success?"

Cen Peipei remained silent on this issue, but Xian Yaowen had his own guess. He was inclined to believe that Cen Peipei’s mother had an affair with Zhang Derong. His speculation was based on the common phenomenon of domestic violence between men against women in family life. She has an abusive father. , there is also a submissive mother, and a father who frequently punches and kicks his wife and daughter, and may even use extremely humiliating punishment methods.

The unfair punishment caused by family disharmony made her learn to blame herself and at the same time become accustomed to obedience.

The thinking and behavior patterns that originated from childhood were internalized into the subconscious and had a huge impact on her as an adult. Her good temper as a salesperson may not be professionalism, but her habit of tolerating concessions.

Judging from Cen Peipei's situation, we can infer her mother's situation. A little wife living in hell can easily fall into the arms of a "gentle" man. When this man makes an excessive request, Cen's mother, who has always been accustomed to submit, has a very big impact. The possibility will say yes.

"Who do you look like? Your father or your mother?" Xian Yaowen asked, pulling his hair again.

Cen Peipei's mind fell into Xian Yaowen's rhythm, and she replied mechanically: "I look like my mother."

"Are you and your father close?"

Cen Peipei hesitated and said, "No kiss."

"Are you kissing Lin Wanwan?"

"No kiss."

Cen Peipei answered very firmly.

Xian Yaowen released his grip on Cen Peipei's hair, patted her cheek a few times, and then changed to caressing her, "Since you don't want to kiss her, you can leave Lin Wanwan's affairs alone. It's up to him whether he lives or dies."

"No, we can't let him lose all the Cen family's fortune." Cen Peipei looked up into Xian Yaowen's eyes and said hopefully, "Can you accompany me to the gambling stall?"

"I can go with you, but do you think that apart from putting you in danger, what else can you do to persuade Lin Wanwan not to gamble?" Xian Yaowen shook his head, "Gamblers are not easy to listen to once they sit at the gambling table. When someone tries to persuade someone, especially when you have already lost a lot, I don’t expect you to be able to persuade him.”

"I still have to go, my mother and I need to eat."

Xian Yaowen saw a hint of stubbornness in Cen Peipei's eyes, probably even if he didn't accompany her, she would still go.

"Okay, my Ms. Xian Peipei, I'll wait for you here. You go in and explain." Xian Yaowen grabbed Cen Peipei's arms on both sides and said gently.

"Ah."

Five minutes later, Xian Yaowen and Shun Peipei got into the car driving towards Tsim Sha Tsui.

On the way, Xian Yaowen asked Cen Peipei a question, "Pepei, when did Zhang Derong start making plans for you? Is it this year?"

"In the first month." Cen Peipei said shyly, "Can you please stop asking, I don't want to mention him."

"No more questions, no more questions." Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "But I still have to explain a few words. Listen carefully, take note of them, and don't forget them."

"You say it and I listen."

"My name is Xian Yaowen. I live at Nos. 49-53 of Li Uk Village, or to be more precise, I live on the fourth floor of No. 50. I am from Baoan. I own a clothing factory called Zhonghua Garment. I am not married yet, and one of my family members has not officially The woman you have a relationship with is the one you saw last time.

This is my basic information. Xian Yaowen pointed at Cen Peipei, "The other thing is about you. You and I met in mid-December last year. We had a secret crush on each other the first time we met. We made a private engagement for life the second time we met. You and I have been lovers for a long time. It's just that the relationship has never been made public.

Remember it clearly, no matter who asks, you will say so. "

Cen Peipei blushed with embarrassment and said, "Who has made a private contract with you for life?"

"Whether there is a private life-long contract or not, you will become mine. This is not important at all. It is just for the sake of excuse. If there is no special relationship between the two of us, it is not convenient for me to get involved, otherwise I will overstep the limit." , others don’t need to reason with us.”

Cen Peipei thought for a while and nodded.

Xian Yaowen put Cen Peipei's right hand into his right hand, and patted the back of her hand with his left hand. "Don't worry too much. I will always take good care of you and your mother, and I will never let you suffer."

"You, you really like me?" Cen Peipei asked with a blushing face.

"I like it." Xian Yaowen gave Cen Peipei an affirmative look, "However, there may be a certain deviation between what I said about "like" and what you think. First, focus on Lin Wanwan's affairs. When you live with me, you will have a lot of time. Get to know me slowly. I can first say congratulations to you. You have met the husband who is most suitable for you and will give you the greatest respect and freedom."

Cen Peipei spat lightly and secretly thought that this man was really thick-skinned.

Seeing Cen Peipei's expression, Xian Yaowen understood that this woman could no longer escape his grasp. The next step was to gain luck. Will Cen Peipei's abilities make him shine? Is he a good person? How can he get along with her normally? It’s very tiring, and there are still uncertainties about many things, so I can only move forward and look forward. At least for now, even if he treats Cen Peipei simply as a "woman", the investment will not be a loss, it will only win but not lose, and it is well worth the gamble.

After a while, the car came to Paula Lane, a dead-end road in Tsim Sha Tsui.

At the end of the alley, in front of a tenement building with white walls. As soon as you get off the car, you can hear the shouts coming from the building. Looking up, the second, third and fourth floors are all brightly lit, reflecting from inside the house. The lights were mixed with misty white smoke, and there were four embossed advertisements for "Kunyuan Casino" on the wall between the second and third floors.

Gambling stalls are everywhere in Hong Kong, but gambling is officially prohibited after all. Gambling stalls that dare to display their signboards are rare. This shows that Fat Boy Kun is very popular in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Xian Yaowen helped Cen Peipei straighten her temples that were messed up by the breeze, escorted her to the back of the tenement building, climbed the stairs, searched the second and third floors without finding anyone, and went up to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is obviously different from the second and third floors. There are people guarding the stairs. Although no one asked when going upstairs, the guards scanned several people and didn't miss any of the places where machetes and axes could easily be hidden.

On the fourth floor, there are still people guarding the corridor. When you enter the casino, you can find that the area is only half of the casino downstairs. The other half is separated by a wall, which is probably similar to a VIP room.

Aye was on the fourth floor. As soon as Xian Yaowen appeared, he leaned over and whispered in Xian Yaowen's ear: "Lin Baiwan is in the private room inside. He borrowed another 30,000 yuan a few minutes ago, and now he owes a total of 60,000 yuan. "

Xian Yaowen nodded slightly, turned to Cen Peipei and said: "Lin Wanwan already owes 78,000, do you think it is still necessary to go to him?"

Hearing this, Cen Peipei's face suddenly darkened, her eyes also suddenly turned black, and the energy and energy in her body was instantly taken away. She was crumbling, and she almost fell if it weren't for Xian Yaowen's support.

After leaning on Xian Yaowen's arms for a while, she murmured to herself: "It's too late, it's over, it's all gone."

Naturally, the Cen family's wealth cannot be only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. Putting all the valuable assets together, it is easy to calculate a sum of more than 100,000 yuan. However, the value of assets is more metaphysical, and there are occasional premiums when they are realized, but Most of the time you will face a big depreciation.

Especially if someone is deliberately targeting them, a big discount on the value is inevitable, and it will cause a chain reaction of people pushing down the wall. Creditors will come to your door to press for debts, and others will delay paying back what they owe you. One in and one out, seventy-eight thousand is enough. Pushing the Cen family to a dead end.

Cen Peipei could think of all these, so she was desperate and knew that it was too late.

"If you are worried about Lin Wanwan, I don't advise you. Cry happily and you will feel better. If you are worried about the assets of the Cen family, I don't think it is necessary. Don't forget that you are the daughter. ." Xian Yaowen gently stroked Cen Peipei's back and comforted him softly, "I've said it before, you don't have to worry about you and your mother's life, I have everything under control."

Before Cen Peipei could react, Xian Yaowen called Gu Baozhang to him and asked him to help Cen Peipei get back to the car first.

When he came to the corridor, he lit a cigar and took a few puffs. Xian Yaowen said quietly to Aye: "Are the loan sharks from the casino?"

"Yes."

"Is Fatty Kun here?"

"No."

"There's always someone watching the show, right?"

Before Ah Ye could answer, a short and sharp man had already arrived in front of several people. He looked at Xian Yaowen and said to Ah Ye, "A Ye, who is this gentleman?"

Ah Ye did not answer, but introduced the other party to Xian Yaowen, "Xian Sheng, this is Brother Hei Liangliang, the spectator here."

Xian Yaowen looked at Hei Zailiang and said, "Brother Liang, right? I want to ask you, is Zhang Derong from Chengxing Rice Shop here?"

Hei Zailiang heard this and hesitated for a while before saying: "Yes."

"Brother Liang, please show me the way or invite Zhang Sheng over. I want to have a few words with him."

Hesitating again, Hei Zailiang thought for a while before making a gesture of invitation.

Following Hei Zailiang to an office, Xian Yaowen saw a woman wearing a cheongsam sitting on a man. The buttons of the cheongsam were open and a man's hand was hanging on it.

The man heard the sound of someone entering the office and turned his head to take a look, but he still went his own way, eating meat for himself and not forgetting to leave some soup for others.

With his meticulously combed hair, a thirty-seven-year-old face with a lewd smile, and a crisp suit, he fits perfectly with the stereotype of current professional managers that Xian Yaowen believes.

Without waiting for Hei Zailiang's introduction, Xian Yaowen walked straight to the chair where Zhang Derong was sitting and said with a chuckle: "Zhang Sheng is so elegant and well-educated. If Zhang Sheng had been born in 1700 earlier, it would not be Zhuge Liang's turn to sit on the tower and plan the empty city." ”

"Damn daddy, who are you?" Derong Zhang glanced at Xian Yaowen and said.

Xian Yaowen put his hand into his suit, took out a black pen, turned the cap of the pen, and said with a smile: "Zhang Sheng is really knowledgeable. He can write a couplet with just one opening of his mouth. If you are a dead father, I will treat him well." I wonder if my work is neat or not?"

As he spoke, Xian Yaowen had already screwed on the cap of his pen and put it into his outer pocket of his suit. Holding the pen in his hand, he pounced forward and pierced Zhang Derong's left cheek. The tip of the tongue that feeds dirty words.

"what……"

The woman's exclamation.

"what……"

Zhang Derong cried out in pain.

"Shhhhhhhhh." Lower scar.”

"How cruel."

"So cruel."

Hei Zailiang and Aye, who had just reacted, sighed one after another.

Immediately, Hei Zailiang stepped forward and said to Xian Yaowen: "Xian Sheng, this is Brother Kun's place. What you do is disrespectful to Brother Kun. I can't explain it to Brother Kun."

Xian Yaowen turned to Hei Zailiang and smiled: "I have always been reasonable and will not embarrass you, Brother Liang. I will give Fat Zai Kun an explanation."

"Fuck it." Hei Zailiang cursed in his heart. At this moment, he felt that the title "Brother Liang" was very awkward.

"Brother Liang, you heard it too. Zhang Sheng killed my father with the first sentence he spoke. My father is in the prime of life and can travel dozens of miles a day carrying a load of two to three hundred kilograms." As he said, Xian Yaowen turned to look at Zhang Derong again, "Zhang Sheng, I just pierced your face to kill my father, isn't that too much?"

"Pu you...ah!"

"Zhang Sheng, please speak more civilly. You can see the bloodshot eyes. If you press it again, I can't guarantee that there will be no scars." Fits tightly to prevent bleeding.

Seeing that Zhang Derong did not dare to beep anymore, Xian Yaowen put the cigar between his fingers into his mouth and took a puff, then said slowly: "Zhang Sheng, I don't know who is standing behind you, and I don't know why you are plotting against Cen." Family, this is none of my business. Zhang Sheng, you slept with Cen Daniu’s little wife, this is none of my business either.

But it's none of my business what you want to do with Peipei. She is the aunt of my heart. We are in love and she will come into my house one day.

It's not a crime to be ignorant. I came here just to say hello to Zhang Sheng. Whether you are plotting against the Cen family's family fortune or plotting against Lin Wanwan to use his aunt and his younger sister to pay off the debt, as long as you don't bring Peipei along with you, We don't offend the river.

Who knew Zhang Sheng you..."

Xian Yaowen waved his hand, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. The process has become a little more complicated. Fortunately, I have already said what I wanted to say. Zhang Sheng, I'm really sorry for disturbing your good things. I'll do it another day. I apologize to Mr. Zhang, I won’t bother you any more today, and I say goodbye without sending you off.”

After saying that, Xian Yaowen took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and straightened his clothes. After everything was in place, he said to Hei Zailiang: "Brother Liang, excuse me, let's go first. Don't worry, I will handle the matter well." I won’t embarrass you.”

(End of this chapter)