With a creak, the pearwood parlour door was thrown open and, wrapped in the harsh winter wind, a not-so-tall figure, cloaked in a cloak, entered the parlour.
Jiang Ming’s face twisted and twitched as he curtly handed the man hot water.
“Boss, it’s cold outside, isn’t it?”
If Yue Zhengjun had seen this scene now, his jaw would have dropped in shock; the unbeatable Jiang Ming was better behaved than a child in front of this man.
This man was full of frost on the mountain, it was snowing outside and his clothes were covered in snow particles.
He did not have any killing aura on him, this man was not a martial arts practitioner, Jiang Ming had known this for a long time, yet every time he faced him, Jiang Ming still felt a strong pressure of a superior man.
Jiang Ming held up his teacup, boiling water across the ceramic cup, scalding his hand, and he grinned at the corners of his mouth. He definitely could not put the teacup down now, but the man would not take his teacup either, so he had to just hold it up, scalding his teeth and grimacing.
What’s wrong today, the boss seems to be in a bad mood, is he here to pick a fight?
Jiang Ming was collapsing when the man spoke, his voice was particularly hoarse, as if two sheets of sandpaper were rubbing together.
“Yu Shen is dead. Our plans are going to change.”
Jiang Ming had expected it, the boss had come over today, 80% for this, he had been prepared for this, but at this time he still shivered with fear.
This feeling excited Jiang Ming, he could rarely feel scared, the more scared he was, the more excited he was.
“I followed Yue Zhengjun and couldn’t stop him.”
“That’s normal, not many people can stop Yue Zhengjun.” The man said, “When you used Yue Zhengjun to kill your uncle in the first place, you should have thought that it was easy to invite the gods and difficult to send them away. You couldn’t even handle him and his son, so I’m curious as to what kind of plan you had in mind, as this is like putting two knives to your neck. From what I know about you, if you had the means, you would have sent these two fathers and sons to their deaths long ago.
Jiang Ming lowered his head and didn’t say anything, from the boss’s words, he couldn’t hear whether he was angry or not going to pursue the matter.
If the boss was angry, he was afraid that he would have no good consequences.
“I’ll send them away, soon, three days at most.”
“Send them where?”
The man spoke in a tone that didn’t rise or fall, as calmly as if he were a robot.
“The safest place to send them all to Hades, of course.”
The joke, managed to make the man laugh a little, but in the next second he was quickly back to normal.
“As soon as possible. But with Yu Shen dead, it won’t be a good turnaround for our goods when they reach Ningcheng.”
“This Yue Zhengjun is really good at causing trouble, what’s wrong with killing anything, why does he have to kill our eyes. Originally Yu Shen was in Ningcheng, working with us inside and out, we could have given that batch of real guns soon, but now well, the goods are stuck.”
Jiang Ming complained.
Perhaps Yue Zhengjun could never have imagined that he had found a random assassin and that this person would be Jiang Ming’s incumbent in Ningcheng for gun trafficking.
“I don’t need you to complain, I need your response.”
The man’s simple with words made Jiang Ming meekly shut his mouth.
After a while, Jiang Ming asked, “We have a batch of guns coming into Inner Mongolia, and that batch is said to be all new guns, and after exiting there, it’s a good buy. Since that’s the case, we don’t need to rush to get this batch of guns out of our hands.”
In fact, what Jiang Ming wanted to say was that even if he wanted to get the guns out, but there was no need to ship them to Ningcheng.
Where to make money was not earning, and Ningcheng’s money didn’t particularly smell a bit better.
In the current situation in Tongcheng, there are police officers in charge, but most of them are still guys who can be bribed with just a few dollars. In such a situation, it is much better to put the guns in Tongcheng than to force them to Ningcheng.
“New weapons. The ones shipped to Inner Mongolia, huh, can that still be considered new guns? No, the ones we left behind in Tongcheng and will be shipping to Ningcheng are even more fierce than the ones shipped to Inner Mongolia.”
Jiang Ming was surprised that the batch of guns from He Bi should be the most expensive and latest batch of weapons at the moment.
But now, listening to the boss’s tone, it seemed that the new batch of guns that had shot He Bi were even newer.
The man could see the look in Jiang Ming’s eyes and he knew that Jiang Ming had a very important question to ask.
“What exactly is the status of this batch?” Jiang Ming asked.
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”
Jiang Ming snapped his head around, unable to answer for a moment, and could only say silently, “Good.”
The man walked around Jiang Ming several more times and said, “I need you to help me solve my problem before the first day of the New Year.”
Jiang Ming laughed bitterly, it was already Saturday, before Wednesday, this was really using him as a god.
“Alright, I’ve finished explaining your task. Please make sure you complete your task.”
“Don’t worry, when I learned that Yu Shen was going to die, I already guessed that this was the end, and I had already prepared for it in advance. If I really can’t enter Ningcheng, I can find a reason to sell these guns.
“He nodded, but what came out of his mouth was, “Don’t think of any other ideas, I must sell this batch of guns to Ningcheng.”
This was Jiang Ming’s turn to be confused, why must this batch of guns be sold to Ningcheng?
Was there something special about this batch of guns, or was there something special about Ningcheng?
Of course, Jiang Ming wouldn’t ask this question directly in front of the boss, the boss still treated him as a tool and wouldn’t tell him even if he asked.
“Okay, the last thing is, kind of I give in you a warning. Yue Zhengjun should be killed quickly, the strength of this person is not to be underestimated at all, if you still leave Yue Zhengjun behind, there will be a lot of trouble in your life in the future.”
Jiang Ming laughed and said smugly, “That’s something we both share, don’t worry, Yue Zhengjun won’t live long, and ah that stupid son.”
The man nodded and without further ado, he opened the door and left.
All the way until he left, the cup of tea that Jiang Ming had given him, he hadn’t touched it either.
As soon as the man left, Jiang Ming’s earlier respectful look was all but gone, and he leaned back on the sofa in the living room, unable to stop himself from laughing when he thought of the conversation he had just had.
“What an interesting person.”
Jiang Ming squinted his eyes, in a good mood, but little did he know that in the shadows of the chandelier upstairs, there was a man with a pale face.
This person was no other than Yue Manshan.
Just now, when Yue Manshan saw Jiang Ming in the middle of the night still dressed in formal clothes, he felt that something was wrong and sneaked up here.
How could he have imagined that Jiang Ming not only did not want him to go out, but also wanted to kill him and his father outright?
He knew that Jiang Ming was no good, but if he hadn’t heard it for himself today, he wouldn’t have believed it.
