Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

"What are those old geezers doing standing there?" The driver, wearing a thick coat, exhaled hot breath.

The man in the passenger seat frowned. "I'll go down and take a look."

The ice on the ground hadn't melted yet, and it was dark, so we couldn't see anything. It was already frustrating to drive like that, and then suddenly a few people popped out.

The man walked towards the villagers, his brow furrowed. "What are you all doing?"

The villager in the lead shouted, "Don't you know the rules? You have to pay a toll to pass through here, don't you know that?"

Upon hearing this, the man's temper flared: "We're leaving..."

The villagers behind him raised their homemade guns with cold faces, and the man immediately shut up.

"If you don't know the rules of the underworld, don't pass through here. This is Master Jiang's territory," the villager sneered.

He looked at the car behind him and said, "Pay or unload, it's your choice."

Seeing this, the driver immediately understood what was happening. He yelled at the men below, "Ignore them, they're a bunch of thugs! Delivering the goods is the priority!"

The man immediately jogged to the car.

To his surprise, the villagers did not stop them; they simply watched them walk away quietly.

As the car drove away, the driver spat out the window: "Nothing happened, did it? And you were still telling them those things."

The man chuckled sheepishly, "I'm just worried they might do something outrageous."

Just as they turned the corner, a group of villagers suddenly jumped out from the roadside and started throwing something onto the road.

The driver frowned deeply: "What's wrong with them now?"

The man squinted and saw something glittering. His face turned pale, and he screamed, "Stop the car! They're throwing nails!"

"Stop the car!"

"boom--"

The loud crash shattered the tranquility of the night, and the snow along the roadside fell to the ground.

The villagers swarmed forward, ignoring the people in the car who were bleeding from head injuries, and ripped off their clothes.

"Check if they have any money on them."

"Stop looking, stop looking, let's go unload the cargo first."

After a while, the road became quiet again, and nothing could be heard except for the howling of the cold wind.

Wang Jie immediately went to tell Qin Du when he learned of this.

"Brother Qin, our goods have been intercepted, and the driver is dead."

His face looked extremely pale.

These guys have been gone for so many days, why are they suddenly stopping their goods? Isn't this clearly an attempt to put Brother Qin in a bad light?

Qin Du's expression didn't change much. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Give some money to his mother. Take care of everything that needs to be taken care of."

He lowered his eyes and wiped the gun in his hands: "You're coming with me this afternoon."

Wang Jie paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.

Ji Chaoxi's letter had been delivered, but it wasn't picked up until several days later.

"Where's Brother Qin?"

"Brother Qin went out to deal with that mountain road thing, what happened?"

"Someone sent something to Brother Qin, where should I put it?"

Several people gathered around to examine the words on it.

"It was sent from Shanghai again. Look at what's written on it!"

"Shanghai International Studies University, Brother Qin even knows such a sophisticated person."

"Stop looking, stop looking, quickly put it on Brother Qin's desk."

By evening, Wang Jie returned with Qin Du, his face pale.

If the people he followed before only subjected him to physical torture, then following Qin Du was a double torment of both body and mind.

As soon as Wang Jie returned to his room, he couldn't help but vomit when he thought about what had just happened.

To be honest, for people in their line of work, seeing blood is a perfectly normal thing.

But Qin Du's treatment of people couldn't be described as treating them like human beings; it was more like treating those livestock he had treated before...

He had been with Qin Du for a long time and found that Qin Du rarely showed the emotions that a person should have, which sometimes made him feel really uneasy.

As soon as I entered the room, my ears were immediately at peace.

Qin Du calmly wiped the blood off the knife, just as he would clean his knives after a hunt.

He walked to the table and paused when he saw what was on it.

After washing his hands and wiping the blood from between his fingers, he sat down and picked up the letter.

Qin Du gently stroked the familiar words on it. When he opened it, a fragrance that seemed out of place in the room lingered on it.

As he read her letter, describing her troubles, and saw her cry, his heart tightened. Qin Du's hand caressed the words, his heart growing heavier and heavier.

He can't go back. He can't have any more contact with her. If he has any conscience, he can't treat her the way they used to.

Qin Du's face was full of dejection. This was the last time, the very last time. He would stay away from her from now on.

Those hands, accustomed to holding guns, seemed somewhat hesitant when holding a pen. Qin Du lowered his eyes, suppressing the pain in his heart, and finally put pen to paper.

【Xixi, you're just a beginner and not used to it yet. Just like when you were preparing for the college entrance exam, as long as you get the rhythm right, you'll improve very quickly. I believe in you.】

Xixi, I know you must be very anxious, but don't put too much pressure on yourself. This is just the beginning, you have plenty of time. You can visit the places mentioned in that book with your classmates.

I will take good care of myself, don't be sad. You should also take good care of yourself, remember to wear more clothes when it's cold, eat on time, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable, and be sure to keep warm.

Xixi, you don't need to tell me how much money you spend, and don't be stingy with it. There are many places in Shanghai where you need to spend money. If you don't have enough money, be sure to write to me.

The photo is beautiful! Is the end of her hair curled? It's so cute! I really like this photo. Thank you, Xixi, for sending it to me. I might not be able to write to you as often in the future, but I will read the letters you send me. If there's anything you need me to do, please let me know.

The next day, Qin Du got someone to procure a Sanyo brand dual cassette recorder, which was out of stock in Shanghai. He also bought some original English cassette tapes smuggled in from Hong Kong and overseas.

Qin Du felt somewhat guilty; he should have prepared these things for her before she went to university.

When he read in the letter that she used her roommate's tape recorder, Qin Du felt a pang of sadness.

Wang Jie stared in disbelief at Qin Du's cautious demeanor.

He tentatively asked, "Brother Qin, is this the new stock we'll be getting?"

"no."

The package was wrapped in layers upon layers, and Wang Jie stared at it in utter bewilderment.

Qin Du wiped the blood off his hands, then went into the post office. He handed a stack of money to the counter and filled out the remittance form.

The counter staff glanced at the stack of money at Qin Du several times.

An unbelievable thought flashed through Wang Jie's mind, and he whispered, "Brother Qin, is this for your wife?"

Qin Du remained silent.

Wang Jie seemed to understand something and immediately shut up.