Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 153 An Eye for an Eye

Zhang Mansion.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and the White Russian guards stood in formation under the eaves.

The Green Gang's most elite thugs were stationed at the front and back doors, their waists bulging with weapons—some carrying knives, others concealing guns.

In the living room, Zhang Xiaolin sat in a grand chair, twirling two walnuts in his hands.

Ah Si hurried in and whispered, "Master Zhang, Yu Yefeng has arrived."

Zhang Xiaolin didn't even lift his eyelids: "How many people did Yu Lao Er bring?"

Ah Si said, "It's just the two of them, uncle and nephew."

He paused, then added, "They also brought two corpses."

Zhang Xiaolin stopped holding the walnut in his hand: "A corpse?"

"Yes, those are the two Annamese who beat up the young master last night."

"His head was ripped open, put in a sack, and left outside the door," Ah Si said.

Zhang Xiaolin chuckled.

"Does he think killing two Annamese will settle this matter?"

"Aren't we underestimating Fa Yao?"

A fierce glint flashed in Ah Si's eyes, and he said coldly, "Master, why don't we take this opportunity to kill Yu Lao Er directly?"

Ah!

Zhang Xiaolin slowly got up, put the walnuts on the table, looked up at A Si, and said, "Killing him is easy."

"But this person cannot die at the Zhang mansion."

Ah Si was taken aback.

Zhang Xiaolin leaned back in his chair, his tone icy: "Yu Lao Er is now close to the Japanese and is in charge of the circulation of supplies for Hongji Charity Hall. Sakurai values ​​him highly."

"The Japanese have always been wary of me."

"Everyone in Shanghai knows he's my shadow, my confidant."

"What will the Japanese think if he dies here?"

Ah Si listened with his head down, not daring to say a word.

Zhang Xiaolin, his eyes blazing with suppressed anger, continued, "If I can kill Yu Yefeng without hesitation, how can I possibly be loyal to the Japanese?"

"When Wang Jingwei takes office in March, I will compete for a key position in Zhejiang Province."

"At this time, we must not hand the Japanese a knife."

As he said this, a malicious smile appeared on his face.

"The person must be killed."

"But I can't be the one to kill him."

Ah Si then realized what was happening and felt a chill run down his spine.

Although Old Master Zhang is old, when it comes to scheming against people, he is still ruthlessly vicious to the core.

He asked, "Master Zhang, what about now—"

Zhang Xiaolin picked up his teacup and slowly blew on it: "Isn't Yu Lao Er arrogant?"

"Tell him to wait in the tea room."

"Don't give them stoves or charcoal braziers."

"It's been windy at night lately, let him get some fresh air, it'll clear his head."

Ah Si said, "But what if he wants to leave?"

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at him sideways, quite disdainfully: "Don't worry."

"Don't I know what kind of dog I own?"

"Now that he's here, he won't leave."

"Unless he rebels now and breaks ties with me face to face."

"Remember this: a dog will always be a dog; it can never win against its master."

Ah Si bowed and said, "Okay, I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

He turned around and took two steps, then remembered something and hesitated before stopping: "Master Zhang, there's something else."

Zhang Xiaolin frowned, displeased: "Speak."

"Lin Huaibu has contacted me several times, saying that his family is struggling to make ends meet and he wants a raise," A-Si said.

Zhang Xiaolin's face darkened instantly, and he grumbled, "Why are you making such a fuss over such a trivial matter?"

"Isn't twenty-odd silver dollars a month a lot?"

"He eats and sleeps at my Zhang Mansion, and I even provide him with food and drinks."

"If it weren't for the fact that his mother was Fa Yao's wet nurse back then, would I even want him?"

"You bastard, you're even going to haggle with me!"

Ah Si forced himself to advise, "Master Zhang, prices in Shanghai are rising sharply these days."

"Xiao Lin has remarried. Although she is not a rich lady, twenty silver dollars is indeed a bit tight to make ends meet."

"His old mother is still—"

Zhang Xiaolin waved his hand impatiently to interrupt: "Alright."

"Raise it to thirty-five silver dollars."

"Every month, we will allocate another 20 catties of rice from Hongji Charity Hall to his family."

"that's all."

"If he's still not satisfied, then kick him out."

Ah Si gritted his teeth and whispered, "His mother recently got pneumonia. The doctor said she needs antibiotics and that we need to prepare 500 yuan for medical expenses for hospitalization."

"After all, we nursed the young master back then, so why don't we draw some money from the account first—"

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes suddenly turned cold: "His mother isn't my mother."

"Who in this courtyard doesn't have an elderly mother?"

"Don't you have one?"

"Are they all sick and coming to me for money?"

The four men were stunned by the rebuke and quickly lowered their heads, saying, "Yes, it was my fault for being so talkative."

"Get back to work."

"Yes."

Ah Si left.

As he left the hall, he let out a long sigh.

Hey.

Master Zhang is just too stingy.

Thirty-five silver dollars, plus twenty catties of rice, was not bad in the past.

But the price of rice changes every day, and thirty-five silver dollars, when converted into legal tender, are barely enough to feed and drink a family.

The elderly need medical treatment, and the daughter-in-law needs to buy cloth and new clothes—all of this costs money.

Ah Si shook his head and walked forward along the corridor.

Standing by the pillar, Lin Huaibu immediately approached and anxiously asked, "Brother Wang, has Master Zhang agreed?"

Ah Si's real name is Wang Wenhu, and the old brothers in Zhang's mansion all call him Brother Wang.

He forced a smile and said, "Master Zhang has agreed."

"I will give you thirty-five silver dollars each month, plus a bag of rice."

Lin Huaibu was stunned: "That's it?"

Ah Si remained silent.

Lin Huaibu's lips moved, his eyes full of expectation: "What about borrowing money for the medicine?"

"I can't delay any longer with my mother."

"The doctor said that if we delay for another two days, pus will form in our lungs, and even a miracle won't save us."

Ah Si looked at him, and felt bad too.

He pulled out a dozen or so silver dollars from his sleeve and stuffed them into Lin Huaibu's hand: "Little Lin, I did my best."

"You know what kind of person Master Zhang is."

"This is just a small token of my appreciation; please take it."

Lin Huaibu looked down at the silver coin in his palm, his heart turning cold.

A dozen or so silver dollars weren't enough to even get the hospital door open.

"Thank you, Brother Wang." Even a hero can be brought down by a penny, so he gritted his teeth and accepted it.

Ah Si patted him on the shoulder: "Bear with it for now, I'll figure out how to get you some more later."

Lin Huaibu nodded gratefully.

He knew that Ah Si was only in charge of the guards and Zhang Ye's food and drink. Although he seemed to be the most trusted confidant, he didn't own any venues or businesses and only received a fixed salary, so he wasn't well-off.

Lin Huaibu looked up at the second floor.

The place was brightly lit, and it was filled with extravagant wealth.

Yet, even though he lives so close by, he struggles to afford medical care for his elderly mother.

Damn it!

In his resentment, he suddenly remembered that Zhan Shen had challenged him to a gunfight a few days earlier.

Zhan Shen said that Wang Xuesen paid his ghostwriters 200 yuan a month.

US dollars!

At that time, he just thought the other person was bragging.

But the American dollars in the wallet that Zhan Shen casually pulled out made his heart ache.

You can never spend all your money.

There's simply not enough money to spend it all.

They're both risking their lives.

He claimed to be the best marksman in Shanghai, shielded the Zhang family from bullets, and protected the lives of the Zhang father and son. In the end, he was only worth thirty-five silver dollars?

"To hell with that old dog Zhang!" Lin Huaibu's hatred deepened.

Ah Si instructed, "Let's go, let's go to the tea room first."

"Second Brother Yu is still waiting."

Lin Huaibu nodded and followed A Si toward the tea room.

Inside the tea room.

There was no heater or charcoal brazier, and even the tea was cold.

Yu Yefeng sat on a wooden chair, his black woolen coat wrapped tightly around him, his lips turning slightly blue from the cold.

Yu Chu Jiu couldn't stand still and stamped her feet back and forth: "Uncle, what does this mean?"

"It's been more than ten minutes since I sent that message."

"We've killed him, we've brought the gifts, what more does he want?"

Yu Yefeng glared at him, but didn't say anything, waiting patiently.

A moment later, the door was pushed open.

Ah Si led Lin Huaibu in.

With a friendly smile on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "Second Master Yu, Brother Chu Jiu."

Yu Yefeng immediately stood up and returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Wenhu, has Master Zhang given the notification?"

Ah Si smiled apologetically: "It is an announcement."

"But as you know, Second Master, Master Zhang has a bad temper when he sleeps."

"You've come at the wrong time; Master Zhang has just fallen asleep."

Yu Yefeng's face stiffened slightly, then he smiled apologetically and said, "That was because I was ignorant and disturbed Master Zhang's peaceful sleep."

"How about I come back another day to apologize?"

Ah Si glanced at him, his tone still polite: "Master Zhang did pass on a message."

"Tell Second Master to wait."

"I'll see you after he's rested."

"As for when he will be able to sleep well and be willing to see you, I have no idea."

He paused, then added with a half-smile, "You decide what to do."

Yu Chu Jiu's expression immediately changed: "What do you mean?"

Ah Si's smile vanished.

Lin Huaibu's right hand hung naturally at his sides, his fingers resting on the holster.

Yu Yefeng immediately rebuked, "Chu Jiu, don't be so presumptuous!"

Yu Chu Jiu gritted his teeth and shut his mouth.

Yu Yefeng cupped his hands again and said with a smile, "Alright."

"It is my good fortune that Master Zhang agreed to see me."

"I'll wait."

Ah Si nodded: "Then please have a seat, Second Master."

After saying that, he turned and left with Lin Huaibu.

"Damn it!" Yu Chu Jiu slammed her hand on the table in anger.

"That guy surnamed Zhang is just leaving us hanging!"

"Did you sleep well?"

"Who knows how long he'll sleep?"

"If he doesn't wake up until dawn, are we just going to freeze here until dawn?"

Yu Yefeng sat back in his chair, tucking his hands into his sleeves.

He was older and more sensitive to the cold than Yu Chu Jiu.

"Young people need to keep their composure," Yu Yefeng reminded him.

Yu Chu Jiu asked in a low voice, "How am I heavy?"

"He's gone so far as to bully people to their faces."

"We killed Ah Kun and Ruan San, and brought their bodies here. Isn't he satisfied yet?"

Yu Yefeng said calmly, "He doesn't want a corpse."

"He wants to see me bow my head."

Yu Chu Jiu's eyes were bloodshot: "So it's that low?"

"That's right." Yu Yefeng nodded.

"We've already killed them, what's one more night?"

Those who achieve great things can bend and stretch.

"Even if we have to kneel all night, let alone sit here all night, we have to endure it."

Yu Chu Jiu said bitterly, "The day after tomorrow—"

"Shut up."

Yu Yefeng suddenly looked up.

Yu Chu Jiu felt a chill and quickly shut up.

Yu Yefeng glanced out the window, then lowered his voice: "In the Zhang mansion, even a brick might have ears."

"If you can't control your mouth, get out of here right now."

Yu Chu Jiu lowered her head, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to utter, "I understand."

The night grew deeper.

The wind is getting colder.

Yu Chu Jiu was shivering from the cold. She tried to get up and move around several times, but Yu Ye Feng stopped her with a look.

Yu Yefeng sat upright.

He mentally planned out the path to updating the big stage the day after tomorrow.

Front gate.

Backstage.

A theatrical troupe.

The hiding place of the axemen.

Where are Zhang Xiaolin's Belarusian guards and Lin Huaibu most likely to be standing?

Every single point needs to be calculated.

Every step must be perfect.

One wrong step and the entire Yu family would be wiped out.

the next morning.

The main hall of Zhang Mansion was warm and inviting.

After washing up, Zhang Xiaolin changed into a dark blue long gown, slowly sat down at the table, and began to eat breakfast.

"Ah Si," he called out after taking a few bites.

Ah Si immediately stepped forward: "Master Zhang."

"Go and call Uncle Feng and his nephew in."

"Yes."

Not long after, Yu Yefeng and Yu Chujiu were brought in.

The two hadn't slept all night and were covered in cold air.

"Master Zhang," Yu Yefeng bowed respectfully.

Zhang Xiaolin turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and sneered: "Oh."

"Is Yu Erye, Shanghai's newest celebrity, here?"

Yu Yefeng quickly smiled apologetically, bowing and scraping, "Father-in-law, you're joking."

"Who do you think I, Yu Yefeng, am?"

"Everyone knows I'm just your pawn."

Zhang Xiaolin put down his chopsticks: "Father-in-law?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"I wouldn't dare to presume to do that."

"Perhaps you could use a different form of address?"

The stove in the main hall was burning brightly, and the charcoal fire crackled.

"Uncle!" Yu Chu Jiu looked at her uncle, whose temples were gray, and opened her mouth to speak.

That guy surnamed Zhang is really bullying people.

Yu Yefeng felt extremely humiliated.

But he can endure it!

In order to take the old thief's life the day after tomorrow, we must endure all the humiliation.

"Yes, yes, Godfather, I, A-Feng, greet you." Yu Yefeng bowed and cupped his hands in a fawning manner.

Zhang Xiaolin nodded in satisfaction, wiped his mouth, and sighed, "Oh dear, it's been a while since I've heard that title; it's gotten a bit unfamiliar."

Yu Yefeng smiled ingratiatingly, "If Godfather likes it, I will come to pay my respects to you every day from now on."

"What a filial son!" Zhang Xiaolin sneered, then suddenly roared, "And what about Fa Yao?"

Even in its twilight years, a fierce tiger still retains its power.

Yu Yefeng was quite frightened and immediately kicked Yu Chujiu in the back of the knee: "You bastard, kneel down and apologize to Master Zhang!"

puff.

Yu Chu Jiu lowered his head unwillingly and knelt heavily on the ground: "Master Zhang, I drank too much last night and offended Young Master Zhang. I regret it very much. Please punish me, Master Zhang."

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at him sideways: "Punishment?"

"Do I dare?"

"You're now the King of Hell in Shanghai, with a bunch of Annamite outlaws under your command."

"What do you want to do by raising so many Annamese kids? To rule the world?" His voice grew increasingly cold.

Yu Chu Jiu's temple throbbed; he wanted to take a gamble on the spot and kill this old dog.

Sensing the murderous intent, Lin Huaibu and the others simultaneously reached for their guns.

Yu Yefeng quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master Zhang, please calm down."

"I already asked Chu Jiu last night."

"Young Master Fayao called me a dog and even hit Chu Jiu."

"Chu Jiu was young and impetuous, and he did feel wronged, but he did not overstep his bounds in any way."

"A hundred pairs of eyes were staring at us in the dance hall."

"This whole mess was caused by those two Annamese barbarians acting on their own."

"It has absolutely nothing to do with the ninth day of the lunar month."

Yu Yefeng glared at him, and Yu Chu Jiu, knowing better, followed suit, burying her head and pleading, "Master Zhang, please investigate!"

"Indeed, it was Young Master Fayao who first called my uncle and me dogs. I endured it all and did not provoke him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaolin turned to look at A-Si: "Is that so?"

Ah Si has already found out most of what happened at the dance hall last night.

"Okay—it seems so," he said, forcing himself to speak.

Zhang Xiaolin did not get angry.

Instead, he laughed, looking at Yu Yefeng: "Then are you a dog?"

The hall was deathly silent.

They're really pushing their luck!

That's outrageous!

It's crazy!

This is driving Yu Lao Er to the brink of despair.

For a moment, even Lin Huaibu and others couldn't stand it anymore.

Yu Yefeng, however, maintained his bright smile and spoke softly, "Godfather, I'm more than just a dog."

"I am still your beast of burden, at your beck and call."

"Wherever you point, I'll go, without hesitation."

After saying that, he took out a small wooden box from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"By the way, godfather."

"This jade bracelet with the Heart Sutra of Empress Dowager Cixi is a pretty good antique. It was personally blessed by the Venerable Master Xuming of Jing'an Temple."

"This is specially dedicated to my godfather. I only hope that he can calm down and enjoy good health."

Ah Si cautiously opened the wooden box.

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at the crystal-clear Buddhist beads and nodded with great satisfaction.

nice one.

He loved money and women, and he especially loved these things that had a touch of imperial elegance.

Zhang Xiaolin leaned back in his chair, his voice softening: "Ah Feng, you've been with me for a long time, so you should know that I don't care about right or wrong, or black or white, when I do things."

"I have only one principle in life."

"If someone offends me, I will retaliate."

He picked up his bowl of oatmeal and took a sip: "It's an indisputable fact that Fa Yao was beaten."

"If this matter isn't resolved, how am I supposed to face people in Shanghai after this?"

Yu Yefeng knew that the old dog wouldn't let it go, so he turned around and kicked Yu Chujiu.

"stand up."

"Did you hear what Master Zhang said?"

"We need to give an explanation today."

Yu Chu Jiu glanced at Yu Ye Feng.

The latter's eyes were filled with pain and ruthlessness.

Yu Chu Jiu knew he had no other choice.

"Yes."

"I was blind and offended Young Master Fayao. I am guilty."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly picked up the silver fork on the table.

To everyone's surprise, he suddenly plunged the needle into his left eye.

puff!

Blood splattered out immediately.

Doctor Yu Chu Jiu groaned, gritting her teeth.

He was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, veins bulging on his face, and he gasped for breath, repeatedly shouting, "Is Master Zhang satisfied?"

"Is Mr. Zhang satisfied?"

Blood dripped down his contorted face.

Even the Belarusian bodyguards standing nearby were moved and intimidated by this fierce demeanor.

King Yama!

Well-deserved reputation!

Yu Yefeng looked at Zhang Xiaolin with a smile: "Godfather."

"Is that enough to explain things?"

Zhang Xiaolin stared at Yu Chu Jiu for a moment, his hands trembling under the table.

He seemed to see himself from back then!

I felt no joy at all; instead, I felt an inexplicable sense of irritation.

The more ruthless Yu Chu Jiu becomes, the more it proves that Yu Ye Feng is an ungrateful dog.

A dog that's willing to gouge out its own eyes will definitely bite someone's throat when it does bite.

However, they have already saved face enough.

Pushing them any further will only make things worse.

Zhang Xiaolin put down his teacup and said calmly, "Hmm, now that's a bit like a dog."

Yu Yefeng took out two more theater tickets from his pocket and handed them over with both hands: "Godfather, Xin Yanqiu has recently learned a new song and plans to hold a special performance for you the day after tomorrow. Celebrities from all walks of life will come to support her."

"I told her that she must do her best for her godfather this time."

"I would be honored if my godfather would grace us with his presence."

Zhang Xiaolin accepted the theater tickets but did not immediately agree to the offer.

Yu Yefeng's gesture of giving away theater tickets at this time is all too obvious.

Although Zhang Xiaolin is old, his mind is still sharp.

We had a falling out last night, so I'm here to apologize today. Please come to the opera the day after tomorrow.

This is hardly an invitation to a performance.

They're clearly here to kill us.

However, he had a lecherous look on his face and lightly flicked his finger on the theater ticket: "Okay."

"It's rare to find someone with such filial piety."

"I will definitely support a show featuring a beauty and a famous actress like Xin Yanqiu."

Yu Yefeng's face immediately lit up with joy: "Then the night after tomorrow, we'll be waiting for Godfather on the new stage."

Then, as if he had just remembered, he added, "Oh, I forgot to mention."

"I also notified Lao Fan and the others."

"The vice chairman of the Mitsubishi board of directors, as well as several Japanese military officers, also agreed to come."

"As for safety, Godfather can rest assured."

Zhang Xiaolin smiled and said, "Yes, that's thoughtful of you. Go ahead."

Yu Yefeng bowed again and said, "Godfather, then I'll take my leave."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Yu Chu Jiu, who was almost unable to hold on any longer, and turned to walk out.

"Ah Feng!" Zhang Xiaolin suddenly shouted.

Yu Yefeng's eyes turned cold, and he abruptly turned his head.

Zhang Xiaolin smiled and waved for him to leave.

After the uncle and nephew disappeared outside the door, Ah Si stepped forward and asked, "Master Zhang, could this be a trap set by Second Brother Yu?"

Zhang Xiaolin placed the theater ticket on the table and picked up the string of yellow jade prayer beads, slowly twirling them.

He sneered, "A man with the eyes of an eagle and the gaze of a wolf, of course it's a trap."

"So you still agreed?" Ah Si was shocked.

Zhang Xiaolin looked up at him: "Didn't you say Yu Yefeng has been busy building a factory lately?"

"Let me tell you."

"He secretly allied with Ding Mocun."

"They not only want to sabotage my cooperation with Li Shiqun, but also want to use the Japanese to establish their own independent business."

Ah Si's expression changed: "Ding Mo Village?"

Zhang Xiaolin snorted: "Ding Mocun is currently being suffocated by Li Shiqun. He has no knife of his own, so he wants to borrow Yu Lao Er's knife."

"Yu Lao Er also felt that he had grown up and become independent."

"He's feigning remorse today, offering me Buddhist beads and theater tickets—he's setting a trap for me."

"Especially this Yu Chu Jiu."

Zhang Xiaolin twirled the prayer beads between his fingers, his voice sinister: "They've actually become this ruthless."

"He used one eye to completely cut off Yu Lao Er's escape route."

Ah Si whispered, "Wouldn't that be even more dangerous?"

Are you still going?

Zhang Xiaolin laughed: "Of course I have to go."

"You can't miss this scene."

"Didn't you hear what he said? All the big shots in Shanghai went there, and they were doing it under the guise of giving me a special performance."

"

"The matter of Fa Yao being beaten is still unresolved."

"If I don't go, Yu Lao Er will dare to spread rumors that I, Zhang Xiaolin, am afraid of him."

"If I don't even dare to accept tickets to his shows, how am I supposed to survive in Shanghai?"

"He's going to fight me with his back against the wall."

Ah Si was silent for a moment: "But what if he really makes a move at the theater—"

"What's the rush?"

"I said, Yu Lao Er cannot die by my hand."

"Many people want to kill him."

Zhang Xiaolin paused, then suddenly said, "That's right."

"Have Liu Fabao pass on a message to Wang Xuesen."

"Just tell him I'm waiting at the mansion today, and ask him to come over when he has time."

"Li Shiqun should show some sincerity."

"They want me to take the blame and expect them to just sit back and do the work? No way!"

Ah Si nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Xiaolin then asked, "Where is Lin Huaibu?"

Lin Huaibu immediately stepped forward: "Master Zhang."

Zhang Xiaolin didn't even look at him, just waved his hand and said, "Don't run around these next two days, just stay at the mansion."

"I'm going to see a play the day after tomorrow. You'll come with me."

Lin Huaibu bowed his head and said, "Yes."

He glanced at the valuable bracelet on Zhang Xiaolin's hand, then at the delicacies that had been eaten a few times and then thrown away.

Then think about my mother's illness.

My heart sank even further!

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Lin Huaibu returned to the alley.

The closer he got to home, the heavier his heart became.

I didn't receive the money.

My mother's illness can't be delayed any longer.

But where is he going to find 500 yuan for medical expenses?

No matter how accurate your marksmanship, you can't shoot out a silver dollar.

The door to the small house at the end of the alley was half open.

Lin Huaibu's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace and rushed inside.

The room was so cramped that there wasn't enough room to turn around. His wife, Wei Xiaomei, was squatting in front of a wooden box, packing clothes.

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Lin Huaibu looked and panicked: "Xiaomei, where's your mother?"

Wei Xiaomei was startled and turned around, saying, "They went to Renji Hospital."

Lin Huaibu stood there, stunned.

"What?"

Wei Xiaomei stood up, her face beaming with joy, and said, "Your friend came over early this morning, driving Mom and me there."

"Mom has been admitted to the hospital."

"The doctor has examined me and said that it's fortunate that I was brought in not too late. He said I should start with medication and stay in the hospital for observation for a while."

"I came back to get a change of clothes so I can go and keep an eye on things at the hospital."

Lin Huaibu was stunned.

friend?

Where did he get his friends in Shanghai?

Who else but someone from the Zhang mansion could drive someone directly to Renji Hospital and even pay for their hospitalization in advance?

Ah Si?

It should be Ah Si.

Last night, Ah Si slipped him a dozen or so silver dollars and said he'd figure something out later.

I didn't expect to get things done so early in the morning.

"Is this...is this Brother Wang?" he asked.

"They weren't Ah Si. They were dressed quite well and spoke politely."

"I asked him his surname, and he just said he was my friend and told me not to worry."

"That man was very powerful. Dean Yang and all the department heads were all swarming around him. The dean personally arranged for our mother's hospitalization."

Wei Xiaomei said happily.

Lin Huaibu was confused.

He doesn't have friends with that kind of ability.

Even if Ah Si has a big reputation, it's unlikely he would pay that much money upfront.

who can that be?

"Xiaomei, let's go."

"Let's go see my mother together and meet those two benefactors."

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