Thick clouds covered the sky, and rumbling thunder exploded in the air from time to time. Lightning was like a poisonous snake's letter, and from time to time it broke out of the clouds and burst out with a burst of dazzling light.
Ye Yangcheng held an old purple umbrella and walked in the rain on a street with few pedestrians. His face showed deep anxiety. He also held a brown briefcase in his left hand. His trousers were soaked. A pair of black leather shoes will make a squeaking sound from time to time when walking.
On such a sultry and humid thunderstorm day, few people would go for a walk on the street without any trouble, and Ye Yangcheng didn't just wander around on the street.
After walking along the street in the east direction for about fifteen minutes, Ye Yangcheng raised his head to identify the direction, then plunged into a small alley on the side of the street and walked forward less than ten steps. A young man holding an umbrella and wearing only a military green vest walked out of the back door of a house and blocked Ye Yangcheng's way.
"I'm here to redeem people." Noticing the fierce eyes of the two young men, Ye Yangcheng quickly raised his left hand, motioning the two young men to look at the briefcase in his hand, and said quickly: "I am Ye Jinglong's brother is here to pay him back."
The two young men turned to look at each other. One young man shook his head, and the other young man nodded in understanding and shouted at Ye Yangcheng: "Turn around and lie on the wall!"
"Okay, okay." Ye Yangcheng had no choice but to turn around obediently, lie on the wall with his hands raised high, and let the young man come up and explore his body.
The remaining young man took out a black walkie-talkie from nowhere, raised it to his chin and said, "Someone brought money to ransom him, Ye Jinglong."
"Rustling..." There was a rustling sound from the walkie-talkie, and not long after, a strong man's voice came from inside: "Let him come in."
"Go in." After hearing the middle-aged man's response, the young man holding the walkie-talkie took a step to the side, raised his chin towards Ye Yangcheng, and said fiercely: "Be honest!"
"Yes, yes, I must be honest, I must." Ye Yangcheng was worried about his younger brother, how could he act arrogantly at this time? After nodding hastily, he successfully passed the two young men's posts with his briefcase in hand, and continued walking forward for about thirty steps, when he finally heard a faint noise.
He stopped in front of an ordinary-looking aluminum alloy security door, reached out and knocked lightly on the door: "Bang bang..."
There was a knock on the door, and the aluminum alloy security door was opened. A middle-aged woman's head popped out. She looked Ye Yangcheng up and down, then pushed the door open and said calmly: "Come in."
Ye Yangcheng smiled and nodded. The sounds in this room had penetrated into his ears very clearly. The sound of the dice shaking, the shouts of gamblers, and the strong smell of smoke were all intertwined. It almost made Ye Yangcheng frown.
This was a casino with an area of about 500 square meters. The hall was crowded with gamblers. Ye Yangcheng just glanced at it and paid no attention to anything else. He followed the middle-aged woman towards the door. Walking to a small cubicle in the distance, the worries in his heart were unreservedly displayed on his slightly mature face.
"Brother Jun, we're here." The middle-aged woman knocked on the wooden door of the small cubicle. Her originally stern face turned into a smiling face as if the ice and snow had melted, and she looked towards the man standing in the small cubicle. The strong man nodded and stepped aside.
The man was about thirty-five or sixty-six years old. He had a very ferocious scar from his left forehead to the base of his left ear. His height of over 1.86 meters and his muscular build gave people a very strong visual impact.
There was a little sparkle in his slightly narrowed eyes, and he looked at Ye Yangcheng who was all wet: "Did you bring the money?"
"Where's my brother?" Ye Yangcheng tightened his left hand and asked back, feeling quite like a hawk that doesn't let go of the rabbit before it's seen.
"Heh." The middle-aged man, whom the middle-aged woman called Brother Jun, raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, turning his head and saying, "Changmao, bring this person out."
"I got it, Brother Jun." There was another small cubicle in the cubicle. As soon as Brother Jun's voice fell, a young man's response came from inside. Within a few seconds, the door of the small cubicle was opened, and two people came out. One was a young man with yellow hair wearing a military green vest and a tiger head tattoo on his left arm, and the other was wearing a Baojing Town High School uniform. A boy in school uniform!
The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked very honest, but his tiger-headed appearance was really uneasy. Looking at Ye Yangcheng who was standing at the door and glaring at him, Ye Jinglong slowly lowered his head, but he didn't even say a word. Dare to say it.
"Here we are, where's the money." Seeing Ye Jinglong being taken out, Brother Jun slowly turned around. Under the dim yellow light, the whole person looked particularly frightening.
"Here's the money." Ye Yangcheng withdrew his gaze from Ye Jinglong, placed the brown briefcase in his hand flat on a table nearby, and then asked, "Can we go?"
"Azhen, count the money." Brother Jun glanced at Ye Yangcheng and did not answer his question. Instead, he nodded slightly towards the middle-aged woman who led Ye Yangcheng in before.
The middle-aged woman whom Brother Jun called Azhen didn't feel anything was wrong. She calmly walked to the table, opened her briefcase, and took out two thick stacks of RMB, one of which was worth 100 yuan. It was in Yuan denomination and had a seal wrapped around it. It should have just been taken out of the bank. The remaining stack was filled with scattered bills of one hundred, fifty, twenty, and ten dollars, many of which were wrinkled old coins.
Azhen skillfully counted the amount of the two stacks of RMB. After about two minutes, Azhen raised her head and said, "Ten thousand and a half, just right."
"We can go..."
"That's not right." Before Ye Yangcheng could say anything, Brother Jun suddenly raised his lips, raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch, and said, "It's already twelve thirty-three minutes now. According to the rules, there should be another level of profit, A-Zhen, how much should it be? "
"Sixteen thousand and five thousand." Azhen answered Brother Jun's inquiry without thinking. She should obviously be a talent in the financial management of this casino.
"It's still a thousand and a half short." Brother Jun took out an ear pick from nowhere, tilted his head and dug into his ears for a while, then looked at Ye Yangcheng and said, "What do you think we should do? "
"You..." Brother Jun made it clear that he was looking for trouble. Ye Yangcheng was indignant, but just after he said the word "you", Brother Jun didn't even say hello and directly kicked Ye Yangcheng to the ground. , turned back to the long hair and said calmly: "Beat him and throw him out, so that he can remember it for a long time."
"I got it, Brother Jun." Changmao bowed slightly and agreed, then rubbed the knuckles of his hands and turned toward the cubicle inside and shouted: "Brothers, come out to work!"