Zhao Min recovered much faster than I expected. Han Sheng checked her pulse before, and Balabala said a lot of things that I didn't understand. The conclusion was that Zhao Min had a good foundation and would not leave the root of the disease. I was relieved. If Zhao Min stood up for Longshan Pavilion, If there is any hidden danger, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.
The man who came to nurse the big-headed child after he died said that if he had been there at that time, he would have beaten those grandsons until they called him daddy. I said you are nonsense, but you have to be serious. If you invite him tonight, he said it is no problem. After eating, I went to karaoke, and I just loved singing Dao Lang, Thief JB Desolation.
I remembered something and asked them to wait while I went to the study to find Lao He. What Xiao Sima said today reminded me that there is someone behind Zhao Jindou, and the purpose is not simple. If Lao He didn't notice, I must inform him.
I didn't expect Lao He to be there, but Zhao Muzhi was sitting in that position. He was proofreading something while holding a notebook. I coughed, and he looked up at me and then bent down at the desk.
I asked him: "Where is Uncle He?"
"Going to rest."
I said "Oh" and turned to leave, but stopped again. He asked me without looking up in his usual cold voice: "You have something to say."
I let out a laugh, wondering why I had met these cold little bastards, and then a strange scene popped up in my mind, which was to introduce Shitou and Zhao Muzhi to Datou. I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it. die.
I didn't know how to break into it, so I asked him: "Do you know everything about the recent situation in Longshan Pavilion?"
He put down his pen and looked up at me: "Do you need me to report on my work?"
I saw him going to look through the account book as he spoke, so I quickly shook my head and said, "No, I was just asking casually."
"Then you can ask directly if you have anything to say." He added, "I'm very busy."
I wondered in my heart, I am the boss, why am I so humble? I sighed and said in a pretentious tone: "I got some heavy news today. I'm afraid Zhao Jindou is not as simple as he appears. There should be people in the industry supporting him behind him. You guys Be careful, don't capsize in the gutter."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Muzhi said "Hmm" without raising his head. I knocked on his desk and said, "Isn't this news important?"
"important."
"Then why don't you pay attention...you already knew this?" I asked suspiciously.
"yes."
"Holy shit." I was a little unhappy and asked him, "Why didn't you tell me?"
He put down his pen again, raised his head and looked directly at me: "Are you teaching me to do things? Why did you come to me? As a leader, you should have your own responsibilities, and you don't need to do everything yourself. Zhao Jindou's business is mine Uncle He will find a way to deal with it, you just need to trust me, don't let me say so much next time, go back."
I was speechless. I opened my mouth several times and finally nodded humbly: "Oh, I'll go back first."
On the way back, I always felt that something was wrong. I thought about it over and over again, and finally came to my senses. I am the boss, so why am I just working for him. But I also understand what he means. I can hardly help with the shop, and I am anxious to get involved. I sighed, there was really little I could do for the shop.
That night we killed another big meal. Back in the Jing'er World deep in the Qinling Underground Palace, Da Tou saw Han Sheng jump with his own eyes. This time Han Sheng came back alive, and I could feel that he was happy from the bottom of his heart. Unknowingly, Da Tou drank until the early morning. He looked stocky, his drinking capacity was only so-so, and he just loved to play. Later, I found that he looked at his old Nokia from time to time, and I knew that this was also a fat guy who didn't have a grassland at home.
There were too many people, so they didn't let him go. Han Sheng lifted him by the neck and carried him back to Longshan Pavilion. Early the next morning, we were woken up by Dongqing. It turned out that Xiao He and Zhao Gu were back.
He was also very happy when he saw Han Sheng. The two powerful men patted each other's arms. I grinned as I looked on, thinking that I would die if hit.
Xiao He has recovered. He was the one who was injured the most at first, but this time, except for a few more scars on his body, there are no hidden wounds. This is the most fortunate thing.
Zhao Gu kept complaining, saying that Xiao He seemed to have a daughter-in-law at home. He was discharged from the hospital yesterday and flew back in the middle of the night. The two of them rushed back almost non-stop. Xiao He looked at me, and I shook my head and said it was okay, thinking that it was Lao He who called him. I patted his shoulder and said go back to the house to see your dad and let's talk about it afterwards.
Longshan Pavilion has swept away the depression of many days, and today is particularly joyful. Big Tou is the most talkative guy. Lao He gave the chef a holiday and took Dongqing and Zhao Muzhi to the kitchen to cook a large table of dishes. , the few of us got together, it was a long-lost reunion.
Da Tou stepped on the stool and was about to perform a trick when the boy at the front door suddenly came in and said that someone was looking for me. Several people looked at each other, especially Da Tou with a red face and asked him: "Is he an old JB Den?" Lead a bunch of bastards."
The boy probably had never seen such a red face, and his head was a little short-circuited for a moment. He hesitated and said: "It's a courier, bah, it seems like a courier, not a courier." Finally, he said with a sad face: "It's fucking... Escort."
We looked at each other in confusion. We thought it was Qing Quan who brought someone to provoke us again. Unexpectedly, an escort appeared. We were all confused. We followed the escort to the front hall and saw the two people he mentioned were sitting on chairs. , the waist is straight and straight, as motionless as a clay wood sculpture.
Han Sheng only glanced at it and muttered softly: "What a sure footing. Don't get too close later."
When the visitor saw us coming, he stood up and crossed his hands and made a gesture. We looked at each other in a daze. At this time, Lao He stood up and returned a set of gestures to him. I thought to myself, this gesture has some meaning.
The man put down his hand, took a box from the person behind him, and asked, "Who is Cao Nuo sending?"
"Here." I raised my hand and the man came over. Han Sheng inadvertently took a step closer and heard the man say: "We are from the escort agency. Someone asked us to bring you a box. Please show it." prove."
I was a little dazed and blurted out: "Drips of blood?"
The person on the other side said expressionlessly: "ID card."
"Oh oh oh", looking at this Jianghu style, I thought there was some kind of blood test, so I hurriedly took out my ID card and gave it to him. After he checked it, he gave me the box together with his ID card, and told me: "The client told me to pay special attention to this box." After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Wait, who sent this express?" I called him, but he shook his head at me and said, "I don't know."
I felt puzzled, so I said, "You can also give me the express delivery number, or the name of your company, and I can check it myself."
But Lao He pulled me aside and shook his head at me. Obviously he had something to say, so the two people ignored us and left directly after delivering the things.
A few of us returned to the back room, and the box was placed in the middle of the table. Old He popped out a piece of white sand, lit a fire on the big head next to it, and asked: "Uncle He, is the escort agency you just mentioned the same escort agency? ."
Lao He blew out a smoke ring and looked at him: "Have you ever dealt with him?" He shook his head and said, "I've only heard of it."
I know that with a character like Datou, who was from Beijing before drinking and Beijing after drinking, it is very rare to be so humble. Seeing him like this made me even more curious.
Lao He took a sip of white wine and spoke slowly: "The origin of the escort agency is not that early. It only emerged during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The first officially recognized escort agency was founded by Master Qianlong, the master of the magic fist Zhang Heiwu. At that time, the escort agency probably did three things. The first was to escort goods, which was walking escorts. The second was to guard the courtyard. The third was to guard the shop at night. The escort agency we came to today originated from the late Qing Dynasty and Tongrentang. Those time-honored brands are still popular, but this escort agency keeps a low profile, and its name has been buried in the dust along with the old people who knew it. By default, everyone calls it 'escort agency', and they only sell escorts."
"Although there is a logistics industry now, not everything can be logistics, just like ours, and this bodyguard agency is the main source of food. The people in the bodyguard agency have always been mysterious, and they have contact points all over the country. , but outsiders can't find it. They have their own contact information and relationship network internally, and the hierarchy is strict. The two guys who delivered the goods to us today are probably couriers. If it is extremely important goods, or 'meat darts' We will use bodyguards."
I nodded, knowing in my heart that this escort agency is a bit like today's logistics and security companies combined. I heard Lao He continue to say: "These people in the escort agency are inconspicuous to you, but in fact they are all very skilled. Most of them are the old ones guiding the new ones and training them." It takes a few years to get started, right?" Old He looked at Da Tou with a smile.
Datou scratched his head in embarrassment and said haha, probably so. I guess this guy had some bad luck with the escort agency, no wonder he is so honest. I asked Lao He: "Does our Longshan Pavilion have a business escort agency?"
Lao He shook his head and said: "No, the Escort Agency is not a courier. There is indeed no goods that they dare not deliver, and there are no goods that cannot be delivered, but the price is very high. If our things go to the Escort Agency, at least half of the oil and water will be diverted. "
I secretly smacked my lips. I had a rough look at Longshan Pavilion's shipping records. If it was as Lao He said, half the price would be charged, then the errand fee would be really expensive.
"Actually, Longshan Pavilion also visited the escort agency once." Han Sheng lowered his head and I couldn't see his expression. I turned to look at Lao He, but I didn't expect that he also had a look of indignation on his face, so I asked, "What's going on? "
Lao He took a long puff of cigarette and said in a deep voice: "In the escort agency, there are high-ranking officials above the escorts, probably for the purpose of reaching the world. Many years ago, the second master was designed to besieged. They are all good players in the world. , was seriously injured. Later, someone called the escort agency to protect the second master's "meat escort" and wanted to send him back to Longshan Pavilion. Those people pursued him hard and killed four high-ranking officials along the way before sending the dying second master back. ."