Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

As soon as Kong Lingyun walked out of the banquet hall, the gentle smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

A sturdy man with a tough temperament came over and said to Kong Lingyun: "Boss, what are you doing..."

Kong Lingyun waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Alice."

"Got it, boss!"

The sturdy man nodded, opened the back door to let Kong Lingyun get in, then closed the door and sat in the driver's seat. The car slowly left the manor with a low roar.

"Asheng, go find some black men and have them help me make two people in a few days."

Ah Sheng, who was driving, heard this and asked in a deep voice, "Which two people?"

There was a flash of murderous intent in Kong Lingyun's eyes, and he sneered as he described the appearance of Lao Hu and the fat man in detail to Asheng.

"Remember, when the two of them are alone, you must pretend that they were robbed and beaten to death by Lao Hei."

"Don't worry, boss!"

The car fell into silence. Kong Lingyun looked at the trees flashing by outside the window from time to time. In the dark night, these trees no longer had the peace and tranquility they had during the day. They looked extremely hideous under the moonlight.

Two peasants from the mainland dare to compete with Mr. Kong for a woman. They are fed up with living!

He wanted to show those peasants that this was free America and that the rich were the masters here.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the foot of a luxurious apartment building. Kong Lingyun walked hurriedly into the apartment building, took the elevator to the 18th floor, and knocked roughly on the door of Room 1001 twice.

"Darling, why are you here?"

"Kneel down..."

Kong Lingyun pushed the woman away, walked into the house, sat down on the sofa, and pointed at his crotch.

The woman immediately closed the door, showing a charming smile, twisting her snake-like waist to walk in front of Kong Lingyun, slowly kneeling down, and unzipping his zipper...

Kong Lingyun looked down at the woman who looked somewhat like Shirley Yang. His eyes became blurred and he felt extremely satisfied.

After the woman skillfully satisfied Kong Lingyun, she put on her clothes and looked at the sleeping Kong Lingyun with contempt.

useless!

"Darling, darling..."

The woman gently pushed Kong Lingyun twice, and seeing that he was sleeping like a dead pig, she knew that the sleeping pills had taken effect. Then she went out, opened the door, and hugged Ah Sheng who was outside.

"Have you finished serving that piece of trash?"

"Don't mention him. Medicine is useless. Ah Sheng, you are the best..."

"Hey, I'm going to fuck you to death right now, you slut!"

……

In order to help Lao Hu, Chang Zhengyang hired Shirley Yang as a non-staff member of the working group to do some translation and administrative work for the working group, and let her work with Lao Hu.

There is an old saying that goes, "When you get a wife, you forget your brothers." This is referring to guys like Lao Hu. Although Shirley Yang was not even his girlfriend, Lao Hu still ruthlessly abandoned Fatty and his other friends.

A group of angry singles gathered in a corner, gritting their teeth and cursing Lao Hu.

In fact, all of them are young and promising. As long as they ask, there are many girls who want to marry them.

The problem is that these boys are very picky. They set the standards for their future partners according to their boss's wife, Shen Qianwen. They all want to find a wife who is both talented and beautiful.

Chang Zhengyang was speechless about this. Why don’t you look at yourselves in the mirror? With your cucumber-like appearance, you still want to find a girl with both talent and beauty?

Take a few years to hone your temperament first!

In order to facilitate work, the working group rented several offices in downtown San Francisco. That afternoon, Fatty Wang, who lost the rock-paper-scissors game with others, walked out of the building cursing and prepared to go across the street to buy coffee and sandwiches for everyone.

"Hey, yellow monkey, take out the money you have on you!"

"Yellow-skinned monkey?"

Fatty Wang looked around and finally raised his hand and pointed at himself. At this moment, he was surrounded by three black men wearing baseball caps. They were looking at him with a smile, as if they were a big fat sheep.

My buddy was robbed!

The fat man was not going to tolerate these black men, and he yelled, "Fuck you, you are looking for death!"

The three old black men who were ready to watch the fat man tremblingly take out money and then beat him up were dumbfounded on the spot.

This yellow monkey is different from the ones they have met before. Aren’t they very timid?

Snapped!

The fat man took a step forward and punched the black man in front of him in the face. The other man screamed, most of his white teeth flew out, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Before the other two black men could react, the fat man turned around and kicked the two stunned black men over with a sweeping kick, and then one of them kicked them and broke their wrists.

"what……"

It’s a long story, but it all happened in a flash. By the time passers-by nearby reacted, the three black men were already lying on the ground wailing.

"Bah, what the hell!"

Fatty Wang swaggered towards a nearby coffee shop, bought afternoon tea for everyone under the admiration of two white girls, and returned to the building leisurely.

"You three idiots don't even know how to use your guns!"

In the alley far away, Ah Sheng saw everything that had just happened. He cursed angrily and turned away.

I didn't expect that the mainlander that the useless boss wanted to deal with was actually a very powerful martial artist. It seems that I have to find a few more gangsters for this matter, or I can borrow the hands of the police...

"What, Fatty was taken away by the San Francisco Police Department? For what? First-degree murder charges?"

Chang Zhengyang walked into the office with a gloomy face. He had just returned from Washington with Yang Xuanwei when he received this bad news. His good mood of dealing with Commissioner Smith disappeared without a trace.

His first reaction was that someone did not want the working group to accomplish its task smoothly, so they deliberately targeted the working group and wanted to threaten him with the safety of the working group members.

He then denied this speculation, because the Hongmen was involved in the negotiations, and the American government had acquiesced to the matter, so no one would target the working group so blatantly.

Sima Hui came over and whispered, "Master, Shirley Yang has taken the Yang family's lawyer to the police station. I think there will be news soon."

"I see. You did a great job in calming everyone down."

Chang Zhengyang glanced around the messy office and the broken door, and knew that the San Francisco Police Department must have resorted to forcefully breaking the door not long ago.

"Do you think the fat man killed anyone?"

"I don't think so. This guy is a bit rough but has a delicate mind. Even if he kills someone, he can't leave any evidence behind."

"So what did this guy do? How did he end up being charged with first-degree murder?"

Chang Zhengyang was also a little confused. Could it be that someone was really targeting their working group?