WTO accession

Chapter 102

It was not too late for Teng Cuo to return to the camp. With his long wet hair, there was still excitement hidden in the corners of his eyes that no one else could see or read.He had a piece of candy in his mouth, and the taste soaked into his heart.

Standing beside his tent was Yu Xing, and Teng Cuo walked over without changing his expression, without looking at him.

Yu Xing had guarded Chenliang's tomb for nearly a month before, and he was still in charge of security after he came out, but because of the deaths of Uncle Pang and Lan Die, he lost a lot of scruples.He is now on equal terms with Teng Cuo in front of Mr. Chen, and cannot do scientific research here, so he is closer to Mr. Chen.

He reached out to block Teng Cuo and asked, "Where did it go?"

"Patrol." Teng wrongly said.

"It's been too long." When Yu Xing twisted his neck, he would reveal the dirty and short braid on the back of his head. He asked knowingly, "Don't you fucking want to run too!"

This kind of provocation made Teng Cuo laugh, and he said: "Isn't this still running away? Let's talk about it after you catch me."

Yu Xing said viciously: "I will, I tell you, don't let me catch you! Otherwise," he smiled, "I will let you die every minute!"

His mouth was too smelly, Teng Cuo raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and blinked sarcastically.When he turned around, he saw Mr. Chen standing in front of his tent with his cane.

Mr. Chen seemed to sigh, and said: "Little mistake, I have said many times, we must unite."

Teng Cuo crushed the soil under his feet and said, "Oh."

But of course he is not an obedient young man, Mr. Chen raised his head meaningfully, and then asked, "Where did you go just now?"

Some kind of bad intuition crawled up Teng Cuo's back, and Tan Yanxiao's words from half an hour ago were still in his ears.But he naturally didn't show it, saying: "Patrol, take a shower by the way."

The moonlight flowed on his long wet hair, turning into silver light on the pitch black.Mr. Chen nodded and said sternly, "Don't neglect your duties."

"Yeah." Teng Cuo glanced at Yu Xing's gloating expression beside him, and said, "I understand."

Mr. Chen waved at them, Yu Xing and Teng Cuo glared at each other again, and walked away.Teng went back to the tent by mistake, but he didn't see Mr. Chen's dark eyes behind him.

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The transfer of the garden to the island has reached the final step. Mr. Chen has personally contacted the buyer. The other party's base is also overseas. Six hundred kilograms of heroin can be sold for tens of millions at a time.Agni passed this matter to Huoshi, and Haiyan and Huoshi will arrange the rest.

The other party's boss didn't show up, so he sent someone to inspect the goods first.The four young men were accompanied by two older men, and it seemed that bodyguards were paired with knowledgeable men.The cave is full of genuine Sanjiu. Such a large amount of high-purity heroin made the inspector very upset. They called their boss in front of Mr. Chen, and they decided to come back two days later. They will pay the money and deliver the goods. A cashier's check to a foreign bank.

A cashier's check is a written unconditional payment commitment, which only involves the drawer and the payee. After the drawer signs the promise, a certain amount of money must be paid to the payee at sight, so it is for both parties All satisfied with the transaction.But Mr. Chen didn't show any excitement, even until the day of the transaction, he was calm as if he didn't care about the business.

Incense was burning beside the tent, and a profound indifference was condensed on the old face. Mr. Chen stroked the spider on the stick with his fingertips over and over again, and the coldness of silver had already spread to his eyes.

On the itinerary after the tent report, Teng Cuo was having breakfast with Mr. Chen.When he was in front of Mr. Chen, he restrained himself a bit, he didn't lean on his back, and he sat fairly upright, so thin that only two pistols were pinned to his waist when viewed from the back.

Yu Xing greeted Mr. Chen first, and then stood quietly by the side.But he kept looking at Teng Cuo with his eyes, and the reason for not speaking was very obvious.

He was trying to provoke a crisis of trust at this juncture, and Teng Cuo had noticed it since that night, but he couldn't show any abnormalities.The people who will come to trade in a while will arrive, and there must be no trouble now.

Then he was not a character who went out consciously, so Teng Cuo raised his head and looked at Yu Xing with a contemptuous and provocative look.Yu Xing couldn't hold back, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearm covered with colorful tattoos.

Mr. Chen gently wiped his mouth with a napkin, without raising his eyes, he said slowly, "Yu Xing, just say it here."

Yu Xing was silent for two seconds, and looked away from Teng Cuo's smiling face.He was not convinced, but he didn't dare to disobey Mr. Chen's words.

"When they come to trade in the afternoon, I will take people to wait halfway up the mountain to make sure their cars are parked there. After the body search, I will bring them here on foot." He suppressed his emotions, bowed his head to Mr. Chen, and said in a respectful voice , "A helicopter will come here to pick us up tomorrow morning. The rest stop in the middle is Malay, and then we can fly to the island in one go."

The sun shines through the tent, Mr. Chen turned his face to meet it, and said, "Okay."

The light woody fragrance stained the slightly humid air, and Teng Cuo peeled off a candy and put it in his mouth before standing up with Mr. Chen.The sweetness of the grape flavor was not too sour, Teng Cuo frowned slightly, and the tip of his tongue felt uncomfortable.

Mr. Chen looked at him sideways and said, "Let's go, little mistake."

The two of them really walked a long way side by side, heading east from the camp, at a very slow pace, like a father and son talking and walking.The misty water mist in the air gradually became heavier, and the white water composed of fine water droplets rose from the ground, and they were getting closer and closer to the waterfall.

Mr. Chen broke the silence and said, "This place means a lot to me."

Teng Cuo replied without opening his mouth, and stepped forward to stand side by side with him on the stone beside the water.The ups and downs of the waves are rolling and rushing, and they will fall down at the end, converging into a huge water curtain,

"I did business for the first time when I was young, and the trading place is here." Mr. Chen also lowered his eyes and looked at the water, and said, "At that time, I just came out from my master, Tubang also left, and I was the only one left. I, and a dozen people who are willing to follow me, I always have to support them. I got fifteen kilograms of Baiyao, contacted the buyer, and the other party said he was willing to give me 30."

Baiyao is heroin, even if its purity is far less than that of Sanjiu, the price of 30 yuan for [-] kilograms was considered too low at the time, not even one-fifth of the market price, and it was a loss-making business.But Mr. Chen still did it. Everyone has difficult times, and drug lords are no exception.Teng looked at him sideways, knowing that this matter would not end like this.

Sure enough, Mr. Chen smiled and said, "So I took out my gun and killed that man, and took away my goods and the money he brought."

This is the same as what Teng Cuo thought, because Mr. Chen's family history abroad is unexpectedly strong, which is why Mr. Chen likes to recruit people like Fan Dayuan in the following years.Although Teng Cuo didn't care about business, Mr. Chen taught him a word.

No matter the enemy or the partner, no matter what the reason is, when the rift has already been formed, it must be killed without hesitation.

This is probably what Mr. Chen learned from his master, which is the principle of gangsters, money is life, and no one can survive.Killing is to silence the police and not let the police get the tongue, but also to vent anger and the pleasure that comes with it.This great indifference to one's own life and the lives of others stems from a morbid psychology that, although somewhat different, is also present.

"I used to think that I would continue to develop in Yufang City," Mr. Chen said in a low voice, "but the Chinese police forced me out, and I watched Tan Yanxiao grow up quickly. That is my underestimated enemy. So I retreated overseas, Zhongliangzhai was built 20 years ago, and it was time to leave again."

When he talks like this, he often doesn't need to answer. Teng Cuo has been with him for ten years, and he already knows this very well.So he didn't even nod, but just stared at Mr. Chen's profile.

The sun and water merged into a golden light, and Mr. Chen's eyes seemed to be much brighter than usual.Leaning on a cane gracefully, he continued: "I lost Xiao Zhong and Xiao Liang in this war. This is my revenge. But I am old and cannot compare to the speed with which you young people draw their guns. What's more, it's too happy and easy to kill an enemy with a single shot. This is my current style of doing things in terms of poppies. Let poppies grow all over the fields, that's... paradise on earth."

The voice of the old man is like chanting, like an elder telling a long story, even though his words are full of blood and evil.Teng Cuo stared at the river running towards the cliff in front of him, the abyss and the unknown were ahead, but not a single wave stayed.

They are just like him, just keep moving forward in the darkness, I don't know if it's because they are too brave or too ignorant.Or maybe it's because I'm too hopeful, I haven't given up on Guangming, I always want to keep going, and I firmly believe that there will be good results.

"The world is changing," Mr. Chen said slowly, "the market needs constant innovation, even people. The old group of people who followed me have left. Lan Die died fighting on the side of the boundary marker for me, old Pang... ..”

He looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

Teng Zhuo was silent for a moment, half-closed his eyes, and said, "Lan Die has you in her heart, not the kind of subordinate or father-daughter relationship, you know that?"

With the white waves licking the rocks under his feet, Mr. Chen stood still and looked at it for a long time.He touched the sapphire butterfly cuff on his wrist and said, "I know."

The corner of Teng Cuo's mouth curled into a smile, and he said, "She loves you."

These three words made the two people standing side by side feel dazed and trembling for a moment. The word "love" is too light and too heavy.For those who want money but not life, love is something that has long been left behind. Once a drug dealer left the country by boat when he was fleeing for his life, but there was not enough space on the boat, so he threw his daughter into the river with his own hands.Family affection is not enough to save souls that have fallen into the abyss, and neither is love.But the meaning behind it is so beautiful that everyone wants it, but they are shocked that they are not qualified.

"She died for me," Mr. Chen finally avoided the word, he said, "Xiao Zhong and Xiao Liang also left."

The wind picked up the water droplets, and the coolness came over. Mr. Chen seemed to be stuck in his own thoughts, and continued: "Sometimes I wonder if I really did something wrong. Drugs... It's harmful."

Maybe it was because the last transaction was about to happen, and I was sad for retiring and parting. In short, these were words that Mr. Chen had never said.Teng Cuo noticed the difference in Mr. Chen's today, but to be on the safe side, he didn't make any explorations.After a while, someone will come to trade. If there are no accidents, it will be someone from Tan Yanxiao.The [-] kilograms of heroin is the reason why they have been tossing so far. It must be taken over by the Chinese police and destroyed.

So Teng Cuo just raised his eyebrows a little and said, "But that's how we live."

"That's right," Mr. Chen smiled suddenly, turned to look at him closely, and said kindly, "Little mistake, this is how we live, and many things are doomed from birth."

Mr. Chen's gaze was very different from the past, and Teng Cuo noticed it.It was a bit cold by the water, he curled his fingertips, and found that the sugar had completely melted in his mouth.But when he laughed, his eyes and face were still full of monsters, as if he was very excited by Mr. Chen's words.

Mr. Chen turned sideways slightly, patted his shoulder with his hands, and said kindly: "It's time to go back, little mistake."

When the sun hangs in the sky, it is a good day.

A good day to put things to rest.

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