Chapter 610: Frank and Silly Huang Duoduo

After finishing the police call, Wu Qin left the convenience store and went to the village entrance intersection to wait for 110.

One hundred thousand!

Thinking of this generous reward, Wu Qin became excited, the corners of her mouth turning up and her steps light. This money would not only solve her problem of not being able to afford cosmetics, but also allow her to open a flower shop.

She had even thought of a name for the flower shop: "Bridal Chamber Florist."

The flower shop is the bridal chamber!

Wu Qin thought: "If selling flowers doesn't make money, I'll just sell my charms! Men can be bridegrooms every night, so why can't I be a bride every night?"

Thinking of the bright prospects of selling her charms.

Wu Qin then thought of Wu Changsheng, a look of pride appearing on her face: "What's the Provincial Committee Secretary to me? He's still just being played around by me."

All along the way, Wu Qin felt as if she had found a shortcut straight to the pinnacle of life.

She kept thinking along the way:

Wu Changsheng, that useless waste who can't even last three minutes, is surely still in bed waiting for a cigarette and a second round! He definitely won't run away; there isn't even clothing he can wear in the house.

But she didn't know:

Behind her, a pair of angry eyes was staring at her intently.

When she reached the village entrance intersection, a Wuling minivan drove up from behind. As they passed side by side, a gun protruded from the passenger window and fired with a "bang."

Her thoracic organs were pierced by the bullet, Wu Qin collapsed on the spot, convulsing, blood bubbling from her mouth.

In this moment before death, Wu Qin's mind went blank; she never knew what had happened.

The minivan sped away, accelerating to flee the scene.

The person sitting in the passenger seat who fired the gun.

It was Wu Changsheng.

He wore an XXXL zebra-striped T‑shirt and a pair of oversized jeans, an outfit clearly not his size.

But this did not hinder his revenge operation.

The person driving, sitting in the driver's seat, was a burly, stout old man whose head almost touched the roof.

His name was Huang Duoduo, sent by Mr. G to meet up with Wu Changsheng.

He had looked respectable when he left, but now Wu Changsheng had stripped him down to only his underwear. His white, fatty flesh jiggled up and down with the car's bumps, somewhat embarrassing.

This was something he hadn't expected.

Even more unexpected was that Wu Changsheng would actually shoot and kill Wu Qin.

Huang Duoduo glanced at Wu Changsheng, then kept his eyes on the road ahead: "Aren't you out of bullets?"

"My pendant is the bullet, the last one."

Wu Changsheng slipped the gun back into his pants pocket, picked up the relatively cheap pack of "Classic Double Happiness" cigarettes in the car, lit one, and took a deep drag.

Whether he was inhaling anger or gloom, only he himself knows.

In any case, he looks like he's wearing a frown.

Huang Duoduo, who was driving seriously, also wore a gloomy face, muttering all the way: "You slept with her, enjoyed yourself, and then wanted her life—this mud lacks humanity."

"She threw my clothes and pants into the trash, called the police to arrest me—wasn't that what you said?" Wu Changsheng glanced sideways at Huang Duoduo with a white eye.

Huang Duoduo said glumly: "I'm just telling the truth, but you can't kill people. Mr. G said, 'Life is precious!' Under any circumstances, he does not agree to killing."

"Do you know what the lines after 'Life is precious' are?"

"What are they?"

"'Life is precious, whores love to flirt! If you betray me, I'll have nothing to do with her.'"

"It sounds catchy—is this a poem?"

"Yeah, the author is Petőfi."

"Petőfi? I've never heard of that scumbag; I've only heard of Beethoven, who plays piano."

"Since you haven't heard of him, what basis do you have for calling him a scumbag?"

"Petőfi—isn't that enough to be a scumbag?"

"How is Petőfi a scumbag?"

"Fine, fine, if you say it's not, then it's not. I'm not interested in arguing with you about whether he's a scumbag—it's none of my business. Mr. G never told me those later lines of the poem; he only said 'Life is precious,' and that's all I accept. In short, you can't kill indiscriminately; today you broke Mr. G's rule."

"Are you trying to leave me stranded halfway?"

"That's not the case. Breaking the rule means you have to pay extra. One life adds a hundred million—this is also Mr. G's rule. And it's not that he wants this money; he's using your money to help you atone."

"How to atone?"

"You have to give the deceased's family a consolation payment so the elders can rely on it and the young can be cared for. You also have to donate to charity in your name, so society is full of love."

"Is it me who's sick, or Mr. G? Damn!"

While chatting idly, Wu Changsheng kept watch outside the window; seeing police setting up a checkpoint at the cross‑intersection, he hastily crawled to the back seat.

And he instructed Huang Duoduo: "Drive nimbly, don't ram into the gun barrel."

"I'm being nimble."

Saying that, Huang Duoduo turned the steering wheel and naturally turned onto the right‑hand side road.

Exactly how to evade the police pursuit? Mr. G had already made meticulous arrangements and assigned Huang Duoduo a relatively safe driving route.

After avoiding the police checkpoint, Huang Duoduo glanced at Wu Changsheng through the rearview mirror.

He added: "Today you stripped me down to just my underwear—this also costs extra. The clothes are 9.9, the pants are 9.9, plus some mental‑damage fee."

"How much mental‑damage fee do you want?" Wu Changsheng asked.

Huang Duoduo replied without hesitation: "Mental is something invisible and intangible, hard to calculate. I won't cheat you—I'll go by my weight: one jin of flesh compensates 9.9."

"How much do you weigh?" Wu Changsheng asked curiously.

Huang Duoduo answered: "I'm 1.85 meters tall and weigh 250 jin. I'm a bit overweight, sorry. Help me calculate how much money that is."

"You call this a bit chubby? You call this very fat!" Wu Changsheng snapped with a cold face: "I kill a person, and you want me to fork out another hundred million! Now I'm borrowing your ragged clothes to wear, and you also want me to pay compensation—no way! You're working for G Xiansheng now, seeking mental damages—go ask him to pay."

"How can you be so unreasonable like this?" Huang Duoduo again wore a sullen face; his originally rugged appearance, against his will, turned into that of a pitiful little thing.

Wu Changsheng laughed and cursed: "Pfft, your mother! Look at your cowardly self, a 250-jin rough guy—how dare you call yourself Huang Duoduo? You're nothing but 'Fatty Duoduo'!"

"My name was given by my parents, the flesh is what I've eaten myself. Anything goes, call me whatever you like. You stripped off my clothes and pants, but I still demand compensation for mental anguish." Huang Duoduo insisted emphatically: "Matters, each to its own. Otherwise, take off your clothes and pants right now and give them back to me."

"Pay, pay, pay—isn't it enough that I'll pay? Once I go abroad, I'll pay you tenfold."

Wu Changsheng vigilantly watched the environment outside the car window, fearing that special police might ambush them midway, and he had no mood to quarrel with Huang Duoduo over such petty gains.

A faint siren constantly sounded in his ears, and he didn't know which direction it came from.

Wu Changsheng urged all the way: "Damn it, can't you drive faster?!"

"Everything follows G Xiansheng's orders—the driving route and speed were all pre-planned by him; he says how many yards to go, and we go that many."

Huang Duoduo neither rushed nor dawdled, keeping the car speed steadily at 60 km/h.