the knife of love

Chapter 208 The other party sent Shen Chunguang's photo
Lao Mai arrived at the Crystal Palace around noon, and when he entered the door, he was shocked to see the "siege of soldiers" inside.

"What's going on? Sleeping with a woman and getting into an international dispute?" It was really embarrassing for him, he was still in the mood to joke around at this time.

Last night, he suddenly received a call from Guan Lue, asking him to come to Tengchong, and he basically understood the situation on the way.

Guan Lue personally made tea for him.

"sit down."

"You called me all the way to this ghost place, so I knew that nothing good would happen to you."

"Well, let you come and clean up the mess!"

"I don't!" Lao Mai curled his lips, "Are you really planning to take this matter to Jiurongtai?"

"Then do you think I can still push through the current situation?"

"Of course, what does this have to do with Jiurongtai?" Lao Mai didn't understand. "Frankly speaking, that woman is not from the Crystal Palace. She is going to hook up with Ang Lai. As for what the two of them did in the box How did Ang Lai die, what does this have to do with our venue? What's more, the cause of Ang Lai's death has not been found out yet, and the other party refused to accept the autopsy, so he just called you to go to Myanmar for an interview? What!"

After Lao Mai finished speaking, he was also startled by his own words.

Guan Lue has already faintly smiled: "You are not too stupid this time, do you understand?"

"No..." Lao Mai seemed to have grasped some clues in his mind, but they disappeared quickly, and he became more confused, "You mean..."

"what?"

"You suspect it is..." Old Mai Dun felt a net covering his head, he was not sure what he was thinking, and stared at Guan Lue with wide eyes.

Guan Lue was still calmly touching the rim of the cup. The heat in the cup was boiling. He stretched it out to his mouth and sniffed it, half of his eyes were covered by the mist.

Those eyes that are always indifferent at ordinary times, but can turn into sharp swords at critical moments.

Old Mai looked horrified.

"Old Jiu, what do you want?"

Guan smiled slightly and took a sip of tea.

In November and late autumn, the air of Tengchong can smell the smell of withered leaves.

Lao Mai has a bad feeling.

Guan Lue put the teacup on the table: "Yunnan is located at the border, and this place has always been unstable. When the old man was here, accidents happened frequently. Do you know why he still let Chi Feng take care of it?"

"Why?" This is what Lao Mai has never understood.

Chi Feng was dispatched to Yunnan by Guan Zhaorong for "committing crimes", but if Yunnan is a troubled place, Chi Feng should not have been transferred here.

"Chi Feng's temperament is too dry, but he's not a bad person. When the old man is around, he does his best. The most important thing is that he is not greedy."

"What do you mean?"

"Although Yunnan is located on the border, there are many poor places, but if you are more greedy, there are many ways to make money." Guan Lue's fingers slowly slid along the edge of the cup, "Back then, Yunnan There are all ways, smuggling teak, stone, medicinal materials, selling wild animals, smuggling, and buying Burmese women at low prices from snakeheads. It’s so dense, it’s impossible for anyone in charge of Yunnan films to be clean.”

"That's why the old man transferred Chi Feng to Yunnan?"

Guan smiled slightly: "Yes, Chi Feng has been with the old man for almost 30 years, and the old man knows him well. He transferred him to Yunnan and the old man knew that he would make trouble sooner or later, but he is not too greedy, and there is a bottom line for making money. It's where the old man feels more at ease."

This is also true.

Chi Feng has made enough money in Yunnan these years, but he has only touched some innocuous things. The biggest trick is colluding with Su Hongzhi to do stone smuggling business, but these are still a bottom line.

"There are tens of thousands of brothers in Jiurongtai, and there are three to four thousand people in Yunnan alone, and three to four thousand people have to rely on these methods to support them, so from my personal point of view, I can forgive what Chi Feng did to Su Hongzhi back then. "

"Then if this is the case, why did you send a military post to Chi Feng three years ago?"

Daorong's posting meant that Chi Feng had to go back to Yunling to receive the punishment, because he violated something prohibited in the gang rules.

Guan Lue didn't answer Lao Mai's question, but took the empty cup in front of him. There were some washed tea leaves in it. He shook it and asked Lao Mai, "Do you see what's in it?"

"Tea tea."

Guan slightly calmly picked up the kettle and poured some water into it.

"now what?"

"water!"

"color!"

"Pu'er, deep red."

"So this is a kind of balance. The water will infuse the tea leaves, and the tea leaves will diffuse the aroma into the water, but the tea leaves and water themselves will not mix."

"what do you mean…"

Guan Lue knew that Lao Mai didn't understand, so he laughed and shook the tea in the cup, and the tea leaves sank along with the water.

Seeing his calm and relaxed appearance, Lao Mai was almost impatient.

"What the hell are you trying to tell me?"

Guan Lue was not in a hurry, and continued to shake the small bone china teacup in his hand: "Actually, the reason is very simple. The people in Jiurongtai are the water in this cup, and the rules in the gang are the tea leaves that sink at the bottom. They are all established to restrict people, and no one is willing to be obedient, but if these tens of thousands of people have no rules, Jiurongtai will not develop into what it is now, so rules can also help people, just like tea and tea. Like water, obviously incompatible, but actually melted together..."

Guan Lue's rhetoric really surprised Lao Mai, but the truth is true.

"And you? Are you water or a sinking leaf?"

Guan smiled slightly and put down the cup: "I am neither the water nor the leaves underneath. I am the person making tea next to me. I must control the water temperature and the amount of tea leaves. The water is not too hot or too warm. There are too many tea leaves." No, not too little, it will taste bad even if it is brewed by a tiny bit.”

While speaking, Guan Lue had already brewed a cup of tea in his hand, and put it in front of Lao Mai.

"You try it."

Lao Mai took it, took a sip, the tea was full of fragrance, and the mildness was just right.

"No wonder the old man liked to drink the tea you brewed before he was alive."

"Because I have a sense of propriety, and I can handle every bit of it just right. The old man hopes that Jiurongtai will last forever, and no one can break the rules, but tens of thousands of people have to eat, and some ways are not clean at all, so we have to balance it The stakes in this can only be determined by the speed in my hands. In addition, there are dozens of districts in Jiurongtai. Said I had to serve it just right."

This is the first time Guan Lue has talked about this kind of topic since he took the main seat, sitting on a wooden chair under the tree in the atrium of the Crystal Palace.

The cup of tea in front of him was getting cold, so Lao Mai drank it all in one go.

To put it bluntly, Jiurongtai was formed by a group of hooligans. It is not easy to get to where it is today. Many things are between black and white. Guan Lue will lead tens of thousands of brothers to survive in the gray area. If there is a slight deviation, there may be no bones left.

"I knew that the old man was very wise in helping you to be the master. There are too many gullies and twists in your brain, and you have calculated everything in your heart clearly and cleanly!"

Guan Lue still smiled: "Then you're wrong, the old man didn't let me take the lead because I'm good at thinking."

"What's that for?"

"Because..." Guan slightly stopped speaking halfway, "Let's talk about this later, I just want to let you know that I sit in this position and do everything for a reason. I can move Chi Feng, and now I can move Fan Qingyan, how I helped him up in the past, now I can pull him down!"

When Guan Lue got up and went back to the back hall, Lao Mai was still standing under the tree, and he had already drank the cup of tea in front of him, leaving only the wet tea leaves inside.

"Old Jiu..." Lao Mai suddenly caught up.

"Anything else?"

"I've always wanted to ask you a question. If Chi Feng had met with Rong Tie and returned to Yunling as scheduled, would you have given him a break?"

Guan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes, it's a pity that Fan Lili and the child who hadn't had time to be born died. I can understand his feelings, but he used the wrong method. He shouldn't have kidnapped Lou Qingxiao and Tang Jingcheng .”

Tang Jingcheng was shot in the shoulder during that kidnapping, and Guan Lue will never forget her sharp eyes like blades when she was shot.

"So this time Fan Qingyan used Shen Chunguang to lure you to go to Myanmar, so you must go too?"

"Of course, this account will be settled sooner or later, but Fan Qingyan is even more stupid than Chi Feng. Not only did he use the wrong method, but he also used the wrong person."

In Guan Lue's eyes, how could Shen Chunguang be the same as Tang Jingcheng!
Tang Jingcheng is unique, if he dies, there will be no one else!
……

Around evening, Fan Qingyan received another call from Myanmar, and even received a photo from the other party.

Fan Qingyan went to look for Guan Lue with his mobile phone.

Guan Lue was smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes and looking at the screen of the mobile phone that was approaching. On it was the photo. In the photo, Shen Chunguang was wearing a red longi and was tied to a tree pole similar to a palm tree. , with his head tilted to one side, the clothes on his body were half wet, and his consciousness seemed not so clear...

Guan slightly took a puff of cigarette, his expression remained unchanged: "What did the other party say?"

"I said I'm still waiting for you to go over..." Fan Qingyan kept watching Guan Lue's expression while holding up his mobile phone. His eyes were very pale, but the smoke rings that he spit out wrapped around his face, making him look a bit gloomy.

"Suo Mingde said that if he doesn't see you again within twelve hours, he will throw Shen Chunguang into the barracks."

The meaning of "throw it into the barracks" is easy to understand. With Shen Chunguang's face, isn't it a little sheep thrown into the pack of wolves?
Guan Lue did not reply for a long time.

Fan Qingyan waited anxiously, and urged him again: "Ninth brother, what do you say here?"

"what do you say?"

"I think... In my opinion, you don't want to go there. There are wars in northern Myanmar all day long. It's not a big deal to kill a general. What's more, Suo Mingde used this trick just to blackmail our Jiurongtai. Really. Naive, he really thinks you care about that girl!"

Fan Qingyan laughed when he talked about it, as if it was an extremely stupid thing for Suo Mingde to use Shen Chunguang as a bait.

Guan Lue still didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and tapped the photo on the screen a few times with his fingertip, and the point happened to be Shen Chunguang's face.

Fan Qingyan couldn't understand Guan Lue's meaning, this man had always done things very skillfully, and he couldn't help but feel some fear in his heart.

"Ninth brother, look..."

Guan Lue withdrew his finger: "Don't look at it, let someone prepare the car."

"Prepare the car?"

"Didn't you tell me to rush to Kachin State within twelve hours?"

(End of this chapter)