Chapter 146: Beggar

Hong Zhiyou actually put some thought into Ma Kui's escape.

First, Ma Kui was beaten very miserably.

He hadn't slept for several days in the interrogation room, hadn't eaten anything, and even drank very little water.

But this person's blood was thick to the point of being almost abnormal.

Hong Zhiyou could only say that the bowl of honey water might have had a miraculous effect.

Furthermore, fearing Ma Kui would escape.

The escort team was high-spec.

These people were elites picked by Lu Qiaoshan, and they had a grudge against Ma Kui, so they would definitely strike hard.

Besides that, the Station Master secretly sent eight capable people from the Security Section.

That was equivalent to twice the original escort manpower.

The train was also specially arranged.

Logically speaking, there was no possibility of escape.

Helplessly, Zhan Qinghe's strength was too terrifying.

Ma Kui was not destined to die.

Of course, it was impossible for Hong Zhiyou to arrange it too deeply.

Escorting Ma Kui and assassinating him halfway.

This was a resolution by the Station Master and Mao Renfeng, and he, a small secretary, was not qualified to participate too much.

There was one more point.

His relationship with Ma Kui wasn't too bad.

In other words, even if this guy was a mad dog, it was unlikely he would bite him.

Because before, he really hadn't slept with Zhou Gendi.

Ma Kui knew it well, otherwise he would have looked for trouble long ago.

Since this guy is back, some things still have to be done.

Whether Zuo Lan dies or not, he wasn't very concerned.

But the Station Master and Old Yu couldn't die.

Because Old Yu got the secret mission of Dai Li coming to Jinhai, his status in the Red Ticket underground organization rose, and he might reach the level of Cao Qingming in the future.

In the original drama, he was the superior leader of Old Luo of the Jinhai underground transit station.

Protect him.

Not only can he make money by selling weapons and medicine with Yong Jianqiu,

maybe these front-line people will also look up to him and give him a name.

In the future, as a patriotic friend, he can also go back to his hometown to make a splash.

Not to mention the Station Master.

He still relies on him for cover, and he is the grandfather of his child.

"How about this, Old Zhou, you and the other brothers are mainly responsible for Yu Zecheng's safety; Ma Kui and I have no grudge, I'll go watch Zuo Lan's side," Hong Zhiyou said.

"According to Jianghu experience."

"You'd better mobilize more beggars, little brats, etc."

"They are more alert than the police in Jinhai."

"That area is Six-Finger's territory; this guy's nose is sharper than a dog's. If there's any wind or grass moving, it definitely can't be hidden from him," Zhou Yan reminded.

"Hmm."

"No time to lose, Old Zhou, let's go see the 'King of Intelligence' of Jinhai now," Hong Zhiyou finished speaking and was about to stand up.

"Zhiyou, don't rush, let's settle the accounts for these two months first," Long Er took out a deposit slip from his pocket.

"Money might be a bit less recently."

"The fleet business in Xiangdao just started, and it's burning money fiercely."

"We haven't taken care of weapons recently."

"Just this little oil and water from the Cao Gang pier, this is your little brother's dividend."

Long Er explained very seriously.

"Second Brother, I still have a lot of money in my hands, enough to spend." Hong Zhiyou raised his hand and pushed it back.

"Invest in what."

"Before coming back, Young Master Rong invited me to dinner and specially opened a bottle of 'Fake Axe'."

"His evaluation was very high."

"Especially for your forward-looking vision in buying the trademark, he gave a thumbs up several times."

"He said in this era, being willing to spend huge sums to buy a label requires courage."

"Once negotiated, he wants to invest huge sums to introduce it to the Xiangdao upper-class market."

"By then, won't it be making money in pots and bowls?"

"Whatever business you do in the future, I'll just invest along with you."

Long Er laughed loudly.

Before, he and Hong Zhiyou were close because of the other's life-saving grace.

Now that his knowledge has increased, Long Er discovered that his little brother was simply a "god."

At least in doing business and investing, it was truly eye-opening.

Of course.

After spending a long time together, Long Er knew deeply that Hong Zhiyou's sincerity in treating people was by no means a petty person driven by profit.

Therefore, in Long Er's heart,

Hong Zhiyou had long been better than a biological brother.

"Second Brother, can I leave you behind in making money?"

"Old Zhou, trouble you to lead the way, I want to see the 'King of Intelligence' of Jinhai."

Hong Zhiyou smiled and stood up to say goodbye.

Leaving the Cao Gang.

The two came to Cat Ear Alley.

This area is mixed with fish and dragons, and there is a Goddess Temple nearby.

In the alley.

From time to time, there are children in rags, freezing with snot bubbles, chasing and playing.

Seeing him dressed in fine clothes, these little guys all surrounded him.

Old Zhou was prepared, took out a handful of candies, peanuts, and melon seeds from his pocket and threw them, and the little brats swarmed up to grab them.

After entering a dilapidated ancestral hall.

A few beggars inside were surrounding a fire, roasting oily lamb legs, drinking rice wine, and bragging.

The beggar sitting in the middle had disheveled hair and a thick, bushy beard.

A pair of triangular eyes were flashing with essence.

There was also a scar on his face.

One look and he was a ruthless person who had experienced the Jianghu.

"Six-Finger!"

"Life is not bad, even roasting lamb legs," Zhou Yan didn't stand on ceremony, walked up, tore off a big piece, and started chewing.

"Old Zhou, what wind blew you here."

"Asking you to find someone."

Zhou Yan directly gave Ma Kui and Zhan Qinghe's photos to Six-Finger.

Six-Finger took a look and said:

"Isn't this Ma Kui from the Action Team?"

"Ran away, people might return to Jinhai, help find them, and notify me when there is news," Zhou Yan smiled.

"Old rules."

He turned his head and waved his hand at Hong Zhiyou.

Hong Zhiyou handed over a small yellow fish.

"Easy to say, wait for my news," Six-Finger laughed dryly, extended his right hand with six fingers, took it, and weighed it.

"Two, do you want to stay and eat?"

He issued an order to evict guests.

"No, this little bit isn't enough for you guys to share."

Zhou Yan joked and led Hong Zhiyou away.

"Old Zhou, is it reliable?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"Reliable."

"As long as Ma Kui is in Jinhai City, Six-Finger can find him," Zhou Yan seemed to trust this person more.

"Fine, then I'll return to the station first."

"Ma Kui killed someone, and people will be panicked right now."

Hong Zhiyou greeted and drove straight to the station.

He had always been distrustful of these three religions and nine streams.

It was just that in front of Old Zhou, he couldn't make it clear.

Moreover, this Six-Finger gave him a very bad feeling.

In the original drama, Ma Kui disguised himself as a beggar and monitored Zuo Lan's movements at the entrance of the Commercial Voucher Club.

He had to guard against it.

……

Returned to the station.

Wu Jingzhong was making personnel arrangements.

"From now on, the guard room and security section must patrol in three shifts without interruption."

"The Intelligence Section will draw some people to specifically protect Section Chief Lu."

"The Action Team will spread out to track Ma Kui."

"Director Yu, you must be careful; do you need manpower on that side?" He turned his head to look at Yu Zecheng.

"Station Master, Zhiyou already has arrangements," Yu Zecheng said.

"Good, then let's decide it this way."

"Off work."

Wu Jingzhong waved his hand, signaling everyone could retreat.

After there were no outsiders, he signaled the two generals to sit down:

"Headquarters, especially Bureau Chief Mao, is very concerned about Ma Kui..."

"The guard, knows many things."

"Now that the rebellion has been revealed."

"Mao Renfeng's situation is very unfavorable; I heard Tang Zong is secretly sending people to Jinhai, just wanting to hold this Ma Kui and take advantage of Bureau Chief Mao's unstable foundation to get him off the stage."

"Li Hanyuan is Tang Zong's man."

"He will definitely work very hard on that side."

"Gentlemen, Bureau Chief Mao clearly said, whoever catches Ma Kui will be recorded for a great merit."

"Strive for it."

"Teacher, you are still leaning towards Bureau Chief Mao, huh," Yu Zecheng smiled and asked with his big front teeth showing.

"I lean towards myself, you guys."

"This dog Ma Kui knows too much; he can only fall into your and my hands."

"We are on the same boat as Mao Renfeng right now."

"Let's help each other in the same boat."

While speaking, he picked up the tea handed by Hong Zhiyou:

"Zhiyou, how are your arrangements on that side?"

"Cao Gang sent good hands to guard Director Yu's house."

"Twelve people, six in a group, armed, patrolling without interruption."

"Regarding Ma Kui's specific location, I have some clues, but I'm not sure, need to verify again."

Hong Zhiyou had a bold gamble in his mind, but the conditions were not mature yet.

"I trust you in doing things."

"Just arrange it like this, waiting for your good news."

Wu Jingzhong nodded and stood up to leave.

He had always cherished his life.

Besides having Xiao Guohua from the Security Section for personal protection,

he also asked Commander Fang to transfer military police.

Five trucks of military police opened the way in front and behind.

Three cars traveled in the middle, all with black curtains, not giving Ma Kui half a chance.

This is the authority of a border official.

"Zhiyou, the street where we live is crowded and mixed, are six people enough to protect it?" Yu Zecheng said while walking.

He was really afraid of death.

The civil war was about to start, and he still wanted to live to get important intelligence for the organization.

To die at the hands of a petty person like Ma Kui, it's not worth it.

"Don't worry."

"Commander Mou will order street fighting special training near this street this afternoon."

"By then, there will be martial law and curfew."

"Moreover, the army has already circulated Ma Kui and Zhan Qinghe's photos."

"By then, soldiers will take the opportunity to search house by house."

"Not to mention Ma Kui, even if the Horse King came to this street with three eyes, he couldn't hide."

Hong Zhiyou raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, walking out easily.

"Awesome."

"Garrison search, martial law to guard the house."

"Your treatment is higher than the Station Master's."

Yu Zecheng was truly impressed by Hong Zhiyou's connections.

"Who doesn't have a few good friends."

In front of Old Yu, Hong Zhiyou didn't need to do image management, and couldn't help but be a little proud.

"I want such friends too," Yu Zecheng smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"You don't need to."

"You just need me," Hong Zhiyou patted his shoulder.

"Little brother, don't worry."

"I will report what you did for the organization to the Line 1 leader one by one."

Yu Zecheng knew what he wanted.

"Then I didn't save you in vain," Hong Zhiyou felt comfortable immediately.

"Oh, is that the only relationship?" Yu Zecheng pulled a long face, pretending to be unhappy.

"Of course."

"What else do you want?"

"How about you add some money, and I'll recognize you as a brother again?"

Hong Zhiyou said in a great mood.

"Go."

"The car is here."

The two joked a few times, and two military jeeps stopped at the gate.

Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng got into the cars separately and returned to the courtyard.

As soon as they entered the courtyard.

The two saw Lu Qiaoshan standing with his hands behind his back, staring at the vegetable field, and Li Guifen was talking to Cuiping.

"Old Lu, rare guest, why are you here?" Yu Zecheng asked in surprise.

"Yo."

"Director Yu and Secretary Hong are back."

Lu Qiaoshan's smile rarely revealed a few traces of flattery.

"Old Lu, look, you're being polite again, right?"

"We aren't outsiders, come, come in and have tea."

Yu Zecheng greeted enthusiastically.

"Just had some."

"Old Yu, Zhiyou, I have a request, I hope you can agree."

Lu Qiaoshan rubbed his hands and smiled brightly.

"Brother Shan, saying this makes you seem like an outsider, right?"

"Say it."

Hong Zhiyou let him sit by the stone table, and the three sat down.

"Guifen and I want to stay at your place for a few days," Lu Qiaoshan smiled thickly.

"Didn't the Station Master arrange the Intelligence Section..." Yu Zecheng didn't quite understand.

"There are also Ma Kui's people in the Intelligence Section."

"I'm afraid they will sell me out," Lu Qiaoshan said in a low voice.

"I have acquaintances at the Garrison Headquarters; he said Commander Mou Tingfang sent a regiment to seal the street to protect you."

"The soldiers' machine guns are more useful than those broken pistols of the action team."

"And the Cao Gang brothers outside, those are Zhiyou's life-and-death brothers."

"Your house is now an iron bucket; even if heavenly soldiers and generals come to fight, it won't work."

"Old Lu, you... your news is quite well-informed," Yu Zecheng pointed at him and smiled.

"Didn't the Station Chief arrange for the Intelligence Section..." Yu Zecheng was a bit confused.

"He has the final say here now."

He didn't express his stance very worldly, and kicked the ball to Hong Zhiyou.

"No problem."

"The beds are all new, haven't been slept in, I'll leave them to you and sister-in-law," Hong Zhiyou agreed straightforwardly.

"Mom, prepare the dishes."

He turned his head and shouted at He Yinfeng.

A warm "Mom" made He Yinfeng's heart melt.

"Alright, Mom will take out all her skills tonight," He Yinfeng responded happily.

"Zhiyou, don't, absolutely don't let Auntie be busy."

"Guifen and I will just make do with a mouthful of steamed buns and noodles," Lu Qiaoshan said politely.

"How can that be."

"Can I neglect the future general station master?" Hong Zhiyou smiled and squeezed his eyes.

"Little brother, you."

"I won't say thanks for the great kindness."

Lu Qiaoshan said politely.

"Brother Shan, why be polite with me."

"The shower is on the second floor."

"You and sister-in-law rest early."

Hong Zhiyou greeted and walked downstairs quickly.

After he left.

Lu Qiaoshan and his wife picked and smelled, seeing that it was indeed clean, only then did they sit down peacefully.

"Old Lu."

"You say, why is Secretary Hong's energy so great that even the garrison can be moved."

"I heard that the Station Master and Commander Chen can't even summon those masters," Li Guifen said with some sourness.

"That's all smashed out with money."

"Yang Wenquan and the others are reselling weapons, and Hong Zhiyou started a shell company to help them move goods."

"And the last time Dai Li came to Jinhai."

"Yang Wenquan arranged it in Shuitun Prison; this isn't it, Dai Laoban died, and he's jumping around again. I heard the Second Office wants to promote him to be the head."

"This is all inseparable from Hong Zhiyou's operation."

Lu Qiaoshan explained to her in detail.

"Reselling weapons, does the Station Master know?" Li Guifen's mouth was round with surprise.

"Knows."

"But who would say it?"

"In the station, including me, who doesn't receive his benefits."

"Don't talk about it."

"Hurry up and wash and sleep,"

Lu Qiaoshan curled his lips and didn't say anything more.

……

The sky turned dark.

In the ancestral hall alley.

Ma Kui was shirtless, wrapped in bandages, his strong chest muscles shiny under the firelight.

"Old Ma."

"I can mix to this day all because of Tang Wu."

"Brother Wu was framed and has already entered prison."

"But don't worry, I, Six-Finger, will definitely help with your matter."

"This place is safer than the Emperor's Forbidden City, with hundreds of beggars outside, these few streets are all mine."

"And they are all old alleys; even if the soldiers come to suppress, they can help you escape safely."

Six-Finger took a bottle of good wine and a roasted chicken and handed them to Ma Kui.

Ma Kui took it, took a bite, and said coldly: "What moves do those people have?"

"Hong Zhiyou came."

"Holding photos, asking me to find you."

"He never thought that I played a 'dark under the lamp' with him, and you are hiding in my territory," Six-Finger laughed proudly.

"How is the situation outside?" Ma Kui gritted his teeth, and the torn corner of his mouth seeped blood again.

"Wu Jingzhong has military police when he goes out."

"Xu Zhiwu sealed the street, and the place where Hong and Yu live, even if you grew wings, you couldn't fly in."

"Forgot to say, Lu Qiaoshan is also hiding in that courtyard."

"If you want revenge, I'm afraid you'll have to wait."

Six-Finger told the truth.

"Hmph!"

"This bunch of guys with ghosts in their hearts."

"They have to pay the price, but not now."

"Even if I betrayed Juntong, I have a way out if I go to Jingling."

"But this bunch of damn things, they shouldn't have put the hat of Mount Emei on me."

"Since the anti-encirclement period, I have been determined to be at odds with the Red Ticket."

"It's all that damn bitch's fault!"

Ma Kui thought of Zuo Lan's layer-by-layer design, playing him around, and couldn't help but burn with anger.

This rush.

Pulled the gunshot wound on his shoulder again, and his face twitched in pain.

"Lend me a set of clothes, I'm going out for a trip," Ma Kui said.

"Mr. Zhan said to let you rest for a few days before talking," Six-Finger mentioned that great ability, his face full of reverence.

Jinhai people only know there was Huo Yuanjia in the past.

There was Sun Lutang.

But they don't know Zhan Qinghe is the real top-tier master.

Killing one person in ten steps.

Picking flowers and leaves.

Simply can be called a human killing weapon.

The key is that this Mr. Zhan is low-key, righteous and generous, and repays kindness.

It's just that few people know him.

"Mr. Zhan saved me."

"But he is not my father."

"I make my own decisions about my affairs, go prepare," Ma Kui frowned unhappily.

"Hehe," Six-Finger laughed dryly and didn't speak.

He saw it, this person has no brains.

Even when living under someone else's roof, saying a few polite words to him, he really treats himself as a master, really damn needs a beating.

"When I was the Action Team Captain, I made a lot of benefits."

"There is a small house, inside there is at least 30,000 US dollars, and more than ten gold bars."

"As long as you help me, these will all be yours by then."

Ma Kui sank his brows and said as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Good."

Looking at the face of money, Six-Finger agreed straightforwardly.

He found beggar clothes.

Juntong has systematically learned makeup techniques.

Ma Kui put on a broken bamboo hat, his clothes were tattered.

A broken porcelain bowl in his left hand, a walking stick in his right hand, he left the ancestral hall and went to stroll near the Commercial Voucher Club.

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 147 =====

Killing a man every ten steps.

Plucking leaves to fell flowers.

He is simply a human weapon of slaughter.

The key is that this Mr. Zhan is low-key, righteous, generous with money, and always repays kindness.

It's just that very few people know him.

"Mr. Zhan saved me."

"But he is not my father."

"I make my own decisions; get ready." Ma Kui frowned and said unhappily.

"Heh heh." Six Fingers gave a dry laugh and said nothing.

He could see it now: this man had no brains.

He was already living under someone else's roof, yet after saying a few polite words to him, he really started acting like a big shot; he was truly begging for a beating.

"When I was the Action Team Captain, I pocketed quite a few benefits."

"I have a small house, and inside there are at least thirty thousand US dollars and over a dozen gold bars."

"As long as you help me, all of this will be yours when the time comes."

Ma Kui's brow sank, and he spoke right off the cuff.

"Fine."

For the sake of the money, Six Fingers readily agreed.

He found a beggar's outfit.

The Military Statistics Bureau had systematically taught disguise techniques.

Ma Kui put on a tattered bamboo hat and wore rags.

With a chipped porcelain bowl in his left hand and a walking stick in his right, he left the ancestral hall and wandered toward the vicinity of the Commercial Bond Guild Hall.

(End of chapter)