Pillow with You in Black Pride

west hall.

"Brother Qing, Ji Ting is here, and he's outside now." The subordinate covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered in Du Qing's ear: "They say they're here to offer incense to Brother Hui."

Du Qing, who was dressed in black formal attire, was offering incense in front of the altar, with crying family members kneeling on the left and right sides.Cheng Hui has been with him for five years, and has been following him ever since he robbed land and became the boss. Now that he is dead, he leaves a whole family of old and young, the youngest son is only two years old, wearing sackcloth by the brazier Climbing up and down, a pair of big black eyes are always secretly looking at the people who come in to offer incense.

Cheng Hui was the man who was caught by the people of Dongtang a while ago, locked in a cage and bit off a layer of skin by the Tibetan mastiff of the young master of the Ji family. Enter.

"Brother Qing, do you want to blow people away?"

Du Qing didn't make a sound, walked towards the little guy who was playing by himself by the brazier, squatted in front of him, twisted his little face that was smeared red by the fire, and teased him: "Little taro, godfather will play a game with you, okay?" ?”

Cheng Hui has two children, the eldest is a daughter, a 12-year-old girl knelt next to his mother to help burn paper money, and the youngest is this "little taro", whose name was given by Du Qing, Cheng Mu.It’s just that Cheng Mu is still young, and he grew up in a gangster. He is surrounded by rough uncles, and he takes a bite of a ‘little taro’. .

When Xiaoyu heard Du Qing talking to him, he immediately raised his big watery eyes to look at Du Qing, and stretched out his hands to him excitedly: "Fuck...Father."

Du Qing smiled and touched Little Taro's head, then turned to his subordinates who had been waiting for an answer: "Go and invite Young Master Ting in and let him offer incense."

"Brother Qing, this..." The subordinates looked at the family members kneeling next to them in embarrassment, but saw that the Cheng family seemed to have no reaction, and they were still doing what they should do.Patting his head with his hands, he turned around and walked out of the mourning hall to invite Ji Ting.

"Little taro, you will have more godfathers later, okay?"

"God... dad, god dad..." Xiaoyu patted his chubby little hands, his big eyes nearly closed with joy.

"Brother Qing, this..." Cheng Hui's wife glanced at Xiaoyu, and then at Du Qing, her eyes were swollen from crying, "Ah Hui just died, and Xiaoyu recognized the thief as his father..."

Du Qing touched Xiaoyu's head. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of coldness: "Little Yutou hurts more than one person, isn't it better? From now on, people from the east and west halls will call him 'Master' when they see him." '..." Du Qing looked at Cheng Hui's wife: "Who dares to touch your family?"

"Brother Qing..."

Du Qing got up and looked at a group of people who were walking in from the entrance of the court, and the leader of them was Ji Ting, who was dressed in black.

"The rule in the Tao is to keep women but not men. Who with blood on their hands wants to sleep well at night? Let Xiaoyu call him 'godfather', and he won't suffer."

Cheng Hui's wife stopped talking, and looked at the little taro who stood up and grabbed Du Qing's trouser leg at some point, and saw that he was sucking his thumb and staring at Ji Ting who came in the door with his big eyes open... Cheng Hui's wife used all her strength to hold the paper money, then lowered her head and started burning the paper money.

As soon as Ji Ting appeared, the people from the West Hall who were standing and sitting in the mourning hall lost their composure. They all stared at each other, wishing to arrest the people from the East Hall and perform Fa-rectification directly in front of Cheng Hui's spiritual throne.

"Boss Du." Ji Ting was still stiff and cold as a rock, and he didn't even have a tone of greeting.

Du Qing smiled naughtily, raised his hand and patted Ji Ting's shoulder: "Let's burn incense."

Ji Ting nodded, and Du Qing's men next to him reluctantly handed over a stick of incense, Ji Ting took it, stepped forward and bowed to the spirit tablet, which caused a burst of booing from the group of people in the west hall, and in front of Ji Ting The face began to sarcasm.

The people brought by Ji Ting were naturally not vegetarians. When the boss was insulted, they immediately wanted to fight.But amidst the shoving and shouting, the little taro who was grabbing Du Qing's trouser leg rolled to Ji Ting's feet, hugging his thigh and moaning childishly: "God... godfather."

Ji Ting was stunned, and looked down at the little guy at his feet, his cold eyes didn't know what emotion it was.

"Godfather, hug..." Little Taro hugged Ji Ting's calf, wiped all the saliva on the expensive suit pants, and the clamor in the mourning hall stopped immediately, and everyone turned their eyes Turned to the little taro.

Ji Ting glanced at Du Qing, and his tone was cold for thousands of years: "Is this what Boss Du meant?"

Du Qing smiled cynically, raised his toes and poked the little taro's buttocks: "Let your godfather Ji play with you."

Little taro's saliva became more cheerful.

Ji Ting looked at Xiaoyu with complicated eyes: "I'm here to offer incense, nothing else."

"Dogs can eat people these days, what else is impossible?" Du Qing smiled and raised his hand to pat Ji Ting's chest. Although his movements were a bit frivolous, the threat in his voice was indeed It can be heard clearly: "Little taro is also my godson. As a godfather, there is nothing wrong with wanting his godson to be loved by others. If you want to go out after entering someone else's house, you have to say hello and follow along." A gift, isn't it?"

Ji Ting frowned slightly: "If this can reassure Boss Du, then I will recognize this child."

"Little taro." Du Qing picked up the drooling little taro and handed it to Ji Ting: "Say hello to Ji godfather."

"Godfather..." Xiaoyu opened his small hand and wrapped his arms around Ji Ting's neck, and kissed him on the face with a 'paw'. Ji Ting's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand Guo Xiaoyu took off the necklace on his chest as a meeting gift for him: "He will be my godson of Ji Ting from now on."

Little taro enjoys playing with the necklace, but he doesn't understand the imminent danger at all.

Du Qing lit a cigarette and sat down on the sofa, squinting at Ji Ting opposite him: "How is Mr. Ji? He's not used to calling the wind and rain in his seat, isn't he?"

The old monk Ji Ting sat in meditation, his expressionless face was as cold as ice for thousands of years, not to mention Du Qing teasing him with words, even if he directly drew a gun and made a hole in his face, it might not make him Blink.

"Fortunately."

Du Qing raised his eyebrows with a smile, and looked over and over with the cigarette in his hand: "I'm afraid you can't beg someone with such an attitude, Young Master Ting."

"I'm not begging you, I'm doing business for you." The thin lips opened and closed, and even the tone was cold, with a taste of ungratefulness.

"Oh? Then I have to thank you?" Du Qing smiled and spread his hands, laying down on the sofa: "Let's put it this way, I, Du Qing, never like to be at a disadvantage. The Ji family let it go, otherwise you think I would easily let your ignorant young brother go?"

Ji Ting's eyes were slightly cold: "Boss Du thinks that I will give you this chance?"

Du Qing smiled, took a lazily breath, exhaled the smoke ring, and the light smoke rose straight up: "Then try."

The atmosphere in the room quickly turned to freezing point.

It took a long time for Ji Ting to break the deadlock. Looking at the man opposite, he frowned coldly: "How did Boss Du think about the matter a while ago?"

"Of course I will do business, but I still need to understand what is involved." Du Qing pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, looked up and smiled at Ji Ting: "For example, this batch of ammunition It can be done by you Dongtang people yourself, why do you need me as a middleman? My fee is not low."

"Use my name to pick up the goods..." Du Qing took a deep breath with a smile: "Who did you offend in the United States?"

Ji Ting was silent for a while, then straightened his lips and said, "Chu."

Du Qing was just joking with Ji Ting, but he didn't expect him to tell the truth. When he heard that the person Ji's family offended was the boss of the American gangster, Chu, he couldn't help but become serious: "So, Is it true that Ji Lao returned to China back then?"

Ji Zhongming, the old fox, was really driven back by Chu?That was really interesting.

Ji Ting neither admitted nor denied, the meaning was ready to come out.

"A large area of ​​America's ammunition is in the hands of 'Chu', and it is indeed not easy to get the goods from him." Du Qing straightened his suit and said with a smile: "You can also come forward if you want. But I want to take [-]%..." As soon as Du Qing said that, Ji Ting's expression changed...

Thirty percent, this is a bit too hard.

"Don't rush to refuse, I haven't finished my words." Du Qing sat up straight and looked directly at Ji Ting who was opposite him: "I will not only help you connect, but also do good things to the end. The goods come in from my dock, and everything in between I will take care of it for you to ensure that you have no worries. As for whether you only want that batch of goods, or for any other purpose, I will not ask. I want you 5000 million, shouldn't it be too much?"

Ji Ting glanced at Du Qing, wondering if what this man said was true or not, if this matter was left to Xitang to do, it would indeed be a good thing for him.

"I already know about this, are you still rest assured to find someone else?"

"……it is good."