The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

"Huh?" Chen Jianan's eyes widened, "all? I'm still going to buy a motorcycle and change two pieces of furniture for my home."

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "Brother Nan, money is not spent like this. If you believe me, you can buy stocks with me. If you don't believe me, you can go to the bank. In short, you can't spend it randomly."

Chen Canan: "Of course I believe you."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Trust me, we can move into a new apartment with running water and gas after the Chinese New Year."

When Chen Jianan heard this, he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will buy stocks later."

Qiao Wen chuckled lightly and sat back to prepare to change clothes and report to the factory. He thought for a while and waved to Chen Jianan: "Brother Nan, come here!"

Chen Jianan walked to him: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Wen lifted the hem of his T-shirt, looked at the scar on his left abdomen, frowned and pressed it with his hand.

Chen Canan hissed.

"It still hurts?"

Chen Jianan: "It doesn't hurt if you don't touch it, it's a little bit if you touch it."

Qiao Wen put down his clothes: "You take a good rest for a few days, don't worry about it. Although there is no injury to the bones, but it is also a gunshot wound, so sloppy."

"It's okay." Chen Canan waved nonchalantly.

"Then I'm going to the factory, you go to exchange money to buy stocks."

"You wait for me to go upstairs to get things, and we will go out together."

The two left the walled city together, and Chen Jianan sent Qiao Wen on the tram, and then he slowly called a rickshaw to the bank.

Not seen for half a month, Mingyue Factory is well organized by Lin Zihui. It is worthy of being a man with the traits of being a dominant male. Compared with the fledgling student at the beginning, there are fewer Huis now, both in ability and courage. Make progress and make some achievements sooner or later.

He didn't know what Qiao Wen had gone through in the past half month, but he was very happy with his return. He took him to talk for a while, and then took him to see the new production line and several finished samples.

They are all men's business suits. The styles are not special, but the materials and workmanship are very good.

One of them was similar to Chen Canan's figure, and Lin Zihui asked Qiao Wen to take it back to Chen Canan to see how well she dressed.

Qiao Wen wanted to make Chen Jianan really good in figure, and he was more than enough to try on a model, so when he got off work, he returned home with this new suit.

It was still early when he got home, he hung his suit on the bedside, imagining Chen Jianan wearing a suit, and the more he thought about it, the more he looked forward to it. It is mentioned more than once in the book that Chen Canan is a well-known suit thug in the city.

When I first came to this world, I saw Chen Canan for the first time, which actually surprised him, because it was too inconsistent with the villain he imagined. Not just unexpectedly handsome and handsome, but 19-year-old Chen Canan, although he has a bit of a low-level riffraff, is generally a very decent and hearty young man, even if he ignores his original memory. Under the influence of, he was completely unable to have any dislike for him, and almost immediately regarded him as the closest person in the world.

It darkened quickly, he washed and went to bed early, staring at the suit hanging on the bedside, waiting boredly for Chen Jianan to knock on the door or climb in through the window.

However, after nine o'clock, Grandma went into the inner room to rest, and did not wait for Chen Canan's report.

He thought about it, and decided to go upstairs to find someone.

It was Hao Zai who opened the door. The small house was quite lively. Except for Chen Jianan, four of the five members of the two families were there, including Chen Jianan's father who had been on a fishing boat all year round.

Seeing Qiao Wen, Father Chen smiled and said hello: "Awen!"

"Uncle Chen, when did you come back?"

Father Chen said, "I only came back this afternoon. Anan is not at home. Would you like to sit and wait for him?"

Qiao Wen said: "No, I just come up to see if Nan Ge is back, nothing is wrong."

"Okay, then you rest early, and when Anan comes back, I will tell him that you have come to him."

"Okay, so are you."

Qiao Wen returned to the door, pulled Haozi out by the way, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where Brother Nan has gone?"

Haozai sneakily glanced at the elders inside, stretched out his hand to close the door, and whispered: "I heard that he was called by the Leopard Lord, and I don't know what he is going to do. He hasn't come back yet."

Qiao Wen frowned and nodded: "Okay, if he comes back, you will let him come down and find me."

"Okay Brother Awen, go and rest, and I will tell him when my brother comes back."

Qiao Wen went downstairs and returned to his bed, but couldn't sleep over and over again.

Chen Canan's trip to Vietnam is considered to be a great achievement, and Qin Yunfei wiped out the matter, so Zhao Shanhai himself came forward to deal with it.

It's just that he always feels it's not that simple.

He tossed and turned on the small wooden bed, worried, waiting until the old wall clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock, and outside the small window of his house, there was no big human-shaped bat that he was familiar with.

At the same time, in the VIP room of the Lido, the top dancer, Garbo, is sitting on the edge of the big bed, staring with interest at the drunk man on the bed.

Garbo knew Chen Canan, and no one of the Lido dancers did not know him. After all, he was the most beautiful boy in Hexing Society. Although she is a happy girl who is used to seeing stinky men, she still has illusions about a good-looking man, let alone a pretty boy who has never been a woman.

Zhao Asi also quietly confessed to her, saying that Anan was a boy, and asked her to give him a good meal.

Garbo looked at him for a while, smiled and leaned forward, rubbing Danko's long fingers on his shirt collar.

However, when she touched the other side of the other’s neck, the person who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and then rolled violently. I looked around next time, looked nervously at Garbo who was sitting on the bed, smiling at him, and stammered: "This...Where is this?"

Garbo smiled charmingly: "Brother Anan, you forgot, it was Master Leopard who asked me to take care of you tonight."

Having said that, holding his hands on the bed, like a beautiful snake, twisted and twisted towards him and crawled over, with the exquisite makeup on her face, alive a demon girl who can make a man fascinated.

"Wait a minute!" Chen Jianan stretched out her hand to stop her movement, rubbed her aching forehead again, and the chaotic memory returned little by little.

Time goes back to the evening.

According to Qiao Wen's instructions, he went to the bank to exchange their money into Hong Kong paper, and then to the stock exchange to exchange for stocks. He had just returned home with the priceless stock certificate, and he was called by Zhao Shanhai's younger brother to revitalize it. Martial arts hall.

He originally thought that Qin Yunfei was the half-adopted son of Zhao Shanhai after all. Even if he had made up for his work in Vietnam, he would inevitably suffer from a meal, and he was already prepared.

He doesn't have any other abilities, and his ability to resist beating is absolutely top-notch. Before going to the Revitalizing Martial Arts Hall, he quietly wore a piece of armor on his chest.

It was only after arriving at the military attache that all the big men of Hexing Society, except for Qin Yunfei, who was still recovering, had gathered together.

This is a boy of forty-nine, except for the day he joined the club, he saw so many bosses for the first time.

He respectfully bowed to Zhao Shanhai, who was sitting in the chair of the grandmaster,: "Master Leopard!"

Zhao Shanhai lifted his eyelids and glanced at him unexplainably, without saying a word, only winked at Uncle Cao next to him.

Uncle Cao nodded his head and understood, reached out his hand to point to the position in front of the shrine, and said, "Chen Canan, don't hesitate to kneel down."

Chen Jianan knew that he was going to be punished, so he knelt on the ground honestly.

Uncle Cao sternly said: "Chen Canan, you committed the following offence and injured the red stick Qin Yunfei. According to the rules, the weight will be heavy, and the light will be three swords and six holes. But I want to make a great contribution to Vietnam this time, Leopard Ye Wang opened one side and only fined you twenty sticks."

Chen Jianan: "Thank you, Lord Leopard."

Uncle Cao nodded to the two horses next to him, and they came forward with long sticks in their hands.

Although Chen Canan wore armor, the armor could only block the blade, and had little effect on the club. His muscles were tight and he carried the Qi of Dantian. However, he was a flesh and blood body. Although the physique of martial arts for many years could ensure that he was not injured under the stick, he could not avoid the pain of strong flesh and blood.

After twenty sticks came down, he only felt a scorching pain in his back, and in his heart he scolded the eighteenth generations of Zhao Shanhai's ancestors-it can be seen that the four words of loyalty and loyalty really have nothing to do with him.

After the club punishment was over, Zhao Shanhai showed his signature smile and said: "Anan, you went to Vietnam to make up for your work, and today you were punished according to the rules of the gang. The previous incident of injuring A Fei and his horse by eating inside and out, has since been written off, everyone is okay. Brother. Leopard has always been the most cherished talent. Since you have a dozen to ten skills and are still above A Fei, letting you go back to be a forty or ninety son, it is impossible to justify it." He paused for a while and cleared it. Voice, "From today, you Chen Canan will be our fourth red club in Hexingshe."

Chen Jianan looked up in astonishment.

Zhao Shanhai looked at him with a smile, and said, "Why Anan? Not happy to be a red stick?"

Chen Jianan returned to his senses and quickly revealed a grateful look: "Thank you, Lord Leopard."

The club awards the red stick with a set of solemn rituals.

Uncle Cao, standing by the square table of the shrine, picked up a wine bowl in one hand and a wooden stick tied with red silk in the other, and said sharply, "Chen Canan, take the lead!"

Chen Jianan got up dazedly, stepped over the brazier next to him, knelt before the shrine again, took the wine bowl, cut his finger, dripped blood into the wine, drank it with his head up, and then took the red stick and turned towards Looking at the statue of Lord Guan on the shrine, he knocked three heads.

The ceremony was completed.

It means that he has become the new red stick of Hexing Society from the four or nine sons.

Hexing Society is a small society with fewer than a thousand individuals. The current red stick originally had only three people, and then Jiang Yufeng this double red stick, which means that from then on, there are only a few people higher than him. .

Originally, Chen Jianan only wanted to settle the dispute with Qin Yunfei and keep his life and family safe, but unexpectedly, he would suddenly turn around like this, because the turn was so great that he hadn't recovered for a long time.

Just listen to Zhao Shanhai and say again: "Anan, you are now a red stick. You are responsible for the stability of the society. We and Xingshe do not plan to have a grudge with Zhou Shaoye. You should settle the dispute between Zhou Shaoye and Afei, and let him not Let ALFY trouble you again."

Chen Canan: "Understood, Lord Leopard."

Jiang Yufeng came over, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Anan, congratulations."

Chen Jianan laughed helplessly at him, only feeling that the wooden stick in his hand, which symbolized the identity of the red stick, was very hot.

He joined Hexing Club at the beginning just to mess with his life. He didn't want to really be a gangster and hide his clumsy for so long, but he finally got to this point.

I don't know if the old man will blow his head if he knows it.

The association appoints a new red stick, and naturally it has to be celebrated. Zhao Shanhai took everyone to the restaurant to have a big meal, and when it got dark, he led Chen Jianan to Lido to have fun.

Chen Jianan's drinking volume was not bad at first, but after a few consecutive drinks, he couldn't resist his drunkenness. After watching a few dances, he was so drunk.

Wake up again, it is now.

He looked at the cool beauty from across the bed. The snow-white waves almost made his mind faint. He quickly closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead and said, "Garbo, right? Get your clothes on."

Garbo ignored him and simply lay down on his side, with one hand on his cheek, showing a charming smile, and said, "Brother Anan, isn't my dress good-looking?"

She is wearing a rose red silk suspender nightdress with **** lace trim on her chest. As the leading dancer of the Lido, Garbo is quite worthy, mostly accompanying dancers and rarely staying overnight, unless the price is high enough.

No one wants to be a dancer for a lifetime. If you can keep up with the big brothers of Hexing Society, then life will be much better, let alone a young and beautiful boy like Chen Jianan.

Tonight is a good opportunity.

However, Chen Jianan was beaten twenty sticks and drank an unknown number of white wine and foreign wine. At this time, his headache and body aches. How can he understand the style of the top dancer.

He hugged his head with both hands, knocked hard, frowned and said bitterly: "I don't know if it looks good, but your collar is too low, I look dizzy."

Garbo froze for a moment, then laughed wildly, thinking it was a man's way of flirting, and climbed forward again. When he was about to get closer to Chen Canan, the other party backed away again and again, hey hey shouted, "You are far away from me. Point, I'm so dizzy."

After all, Garbo is the person on the Fengyue field. At this moment, I can see that the other party is really not flirting with him, but is really not interested in his own charm.

She sat up straight and smiled: "Brother Anan, I heard that you are still a boy, don't worry, I will make you want to die tonight."

Chen Jianan rubbed his sore back and said angrily: "Who said I am a boy!"

Garbo said: "Four brother said."

"Bah! Fourth brother that is a rumor."

Garbo was amused by him: "It's not better, we can play whatever we want."

Chen Jianan waved to interrupt him: "Let's talk about it later, I feel pain all over my body now, and I can't do anything. Why should you go?"

"That won't work, if I go out now to let people know that we have nothing to do. Not only will I have no place to face the top card, but you, Anang, may have to be suspected."

"Who said I can't?" Chen Canan was furious.

Garbo laughed: "Then prove it to everyone!"

Chen Jianan met his head and lowered his voice: "...but I really can't do it tonight."

Garbo saw that he was really uncomfortable and didn't force it, so he moved out of the big bed and said, "Brother Anan, I won't bother you anymore. You lie down and rest."

Chen Jianan climbed onto the bed and lay on his stomach, raised his eyelids and looked at the woman sitting next to him. After thinking for a while, he said, "Garbo, you are so beautiful. It's because I hurt my whole body without this thought."

Although he has never thought about women, it does not mean that he has no ability to distinguish beauty and ugliness. In his opinion, Garbo is indeed very beautiful. If you are a normal man, you should not be able to escape her charm. It's just that he may indeed be abnormal. He doesn't reject women, but he never seems to have an impulse towards women.

Garbo giggled and said, "If men were like Anang, my life would be much better."

In fact, she was still a bit unwilling and tried to show her charm again, but the man on the bed quickly lay on the pillow and fell asleep.

The next morning, Qiao Wen was half-wake and half-dream, and was suddenly awakened by the noisy quarrel upstairs. When I opened my eyes, I realized that the sky seemed to have just dawned, but it was only early six o'clock.

The noise upstairs couldn't be more real, indicating that it was not a dream just now. He rubbed his wistful eyes and sat up. Grandma, who was already getting up and preparing for breakfast, walked in and sighed: "Oh, Awen, are you awake? This morning, Dad Anan is beating Anan again."

Qiao Wen thought for a while, got out of bed and said with slippers: "Grandma, I will go upstairs and have a look."

The grandmother said: "Anan is such a big child, and the father can beat him at every turn. Go up and persuade you to persuade Uncle Chen to let him not be cruel to Anan."

Qiao Wen nodded: "I understand."

He went upstairs in two steps in three steps, the door of the Chen family was open, and there really was a piece of chicken flying inside. An angry father Chen was holding a feather duster, and was lashing at his son on the ground.

A man as big as Chen Jianan, curled his head into a ball at this moment, like a gopher, avoiding his father's whip, and howling in pain.

To say it's avoiding, in fact, it's just making an action. After all, with his skill, if you really want to hide, the feather duster in Father Chen's hand will never fall on him.

But at this time, the crackling sound hurts just by listening.

Hao Tsai and his parents are trying to persuade, but Chen's father is like a stubborn donkey. The more persuaded, the harder he fights. Seeing Qiao Wen coming in, Hao Zi hurriedly ran to him and pulled him in a low voice: "It's over, my uncle is really angry today."

Qiao Wen asked: "What's the matter?"

Hao Zaidao cupped his mouth and said, "Don't you know? Last night, my brother was called by Leopard to promote him to be the red club of Hexing Club. And my brother was still in Lido, and he had been with the top dancer Garbo. It's night. My uncle knows this, and he's dying of anger!"

Qiao Wen looked at Father Chen, that weathered face was really flushed, and his eyes were so red that he was extremely angry.

"Asshole, you have grown up! You have become a red stick, do you still want to be a gangster in the future?"

"Dad! I was wrong!" Chen Jianan cried, holding his head, "I don't want to be like this either!"

Father Chen slammed a feather duster on his back, gasping for breath: "At the beginning, I asked you to study well, but you didn’t study it. If you told you to learn craftsmanship, you didn’t learn. Not being bullied, I will rely on you. It turns out that your purpose is to be a big boss. I think I might as well kill you, lest I let you go out to harm people!" He said, I was screaming heartily. "You tell me how I can be worthy of your old lady who died early!"

Father Chen's voice was high and low, with a bit of crying. It can be seen that what this hapless son has done really made him distraught, and the strength in his hands is naturally not much smaller.

Although the chances of a feather duster killing a big guy are very small, Qiao Wen gasped with pain as he watched Chen Jianan. His forehead and cheeks were dripping with cold sweat. There is a redness and swelling.

This is obviously not just played by Father Chen, it is estimated that he was punished by Zhao Shanhai last night.

Originally, the father beat his son, as long as he didn't beat him too much, he didn't intend to step forward to stop him, but at this time, seeing Chen Jianan's body hurt, he felt a thud in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of him: "Uncle Chen Don't hit him. Brother Nan still has injuries on his body. Be careful and really hit him."

Naturally Father Chen didn't really want to kill his only son. It was just that he was angry. The family members became more and more angry. There was a Qiao Wen. After he finally recovered a little, he stopped and raised his hand. Chen Jianan, who was groaning on the ground with the feather duster, pointed tremblingly and gritted his teeth and said: "If you are half obedient and sensible with Awen, I won't be mad at you."

Qiao Wen helped Father Chen's hand down and said warmly: "Uncle Chen, calm down, I will take Brother Nan downstairs to wipe some medicine."

Father Chen also knew that his son had been punished on Zhao Shanhai's side. How could he really not feel distressed at all, but he waved his hand with disgust on his face: "Take him away quickly and don't get my eyes here."

Qiao Wen quickly picked up Chen Canan, slipping away like oil on the soles of his feet.

In the downstairs home, the hardworking Granny Qiao has already prepared breakfast and went to the stall.

Chen Jianan sat down on the cloth sofa, feeling that no part of his body hurts. He hugged Qiao Wen's arm and groaned: "Xiao Qiao, I am about to die of pain."

I don't know if it was his own illusion. Qiao Wen felt that this guy seemed to be more and more acting like and shameless to him. Could it be that his subconscious could feel that he was actually much older than him and could be his elder brother.

He pulled out his arm and said, "I'll bring in the breakfast. You are so drunk, you can eat something first."

Grandma is cooking wontons. She probably knew that Chen Canan would be rescued by Qiao Wen and went downstairs. She made two bowls and placed them on the narrow stove. At this moment, it was still steaming and the aroma was overflowing. Qiao Wen took some shrimp skins and put them in, took two bowls back to the house, and put them on the coffee table.

Chen Jianan was so distressed that he could not sit still, but when he smelled the scent, he came back alive again: "I haven't eaten the wontons cooked by grandma for a long time, so I think."

Qiao Wen chuckled: "Hurry up, eat, lie down and rest."

Chen Jianan was indeed hungry, a bowl of steaming wontons, and even the soup was completely drunk in two minutes. Most of the discomfort of the hangover faded, but the wound on his body still hurts badly. He touched his stomach for a little while eating, and when Qiao Wen slowly finished eating and cleaning up the dishes, he moved to the familiar small bed and lay down heavily. , I can’t wait to sleep in the dark and throw my worries to the Pacific Ocean.

It's just that the sticks on the back of last night and the feather duster of my father this morning are burning and painful.

Qiao Wen packed up and entered the room, saw him groaning on his pillow, walked over and lifted his clothes, it was really red and swollen.

"I will put some medicine on you."

Chen Jianan turned his head and said, "Xiao Qiao, why don't you ask my father why he beat me?"

Qiao Wen walked over with the medicinal liquor, sat down beside him, and said quietly, "Isn't it because you became the red stick of Hexing Society? Hao Tsai just told me."

"You know?" Chen Jianan was surprised, "Then why are you unresponsive? My dad is almost mad."

Qiao Wen poured the medicinal liquor on the swelling on his back, rubbed it with his palms, and in his screaming voice, he wrote lightly: "You have done a good job in Vietnam this time, and the two hundred thousand dollars of the Leopard Master is safe. Bag, he already knows that you can fight so much, how could it be possible to let you go back and continue to be a boy of 49."

Chen Jianan sucked in a cold breath and said: "I thought that after all Fei was injured by me, he is still the half son of Leopard. For the sake of Fei's face, Leopard would not promote me to be a red stick so quickly. "

Qiao Wen pulled the corners of his mouth contemptuously: "When the boss is all about profit, you can work for him, of course, you will be caught first. Besides, Qin Yunfei hurt his leg, and it won't be better for a while, I guess Lord Leopard I am counting on you to replace Qin Yunfei to work."

Chen Jianan snorted: "Brother Fei is doing dirty work, so I won't do it." Qiao Wen pressed his hand slightly, and he sucked in air again, "Take it lightly!"

Qiao Wen said: "When you chose to join the Hexing Society, you got on the boat of others. You can't help you decide this path. You have no money, no power, few people, and you have family members. You can't fight against them, just fool around for the time being. Now, we will slowly figure out a solution."

Chen Jianan lay back on the bed, and said in a huff: "Xiao Qiao, I know you don't like my club. Don't worry, I won't do things that hurt the truth."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Of course I believe you." After that, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, Hao Zi said that you spent the night with the top dancer in the Lido last night. Is it true?"

The author has something to say: Nan Zi: I won't really become the boss, am I?

Xiao Qiao: Don't think about it, I don't allow it.