[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The Wu family troops I handpicked were well-trained. When the three of us were halfway through eating, the leader of the advance troops had already signaled to me downstairs, signaling that "everything is going well on the road, and there are no suspicious forces nearby."From the corner of my eye, I signaled them to stay put and get drunk with Fatty and the others with peace of mind.

At the end of the drink, my head was covered. According to a note from my confidant, the three of us only walked out of the box vertically.What's even more embarrassing is that it is said that I was rescued by Poker-Face, while the fat man was left alone on the floor of the box. I think Poker-Face may not be able to lift him with one hand.

In the past seven years, Hu Tian and Hu Di, who had rarely relaxed, drank a little too much.I barely got up according to the biological clock the next day, and my head hurt like a split.

There was no one in the room, but the bed next to her had signs of lying on it.The curtains were carefully drawn tightly so that no morning light could be seen, so I knew at a glance that my cohabitants were afraid of disturbing my sleep, and from waking up to getting dressed and washed in the dark.

But who was in the room with me last night?My head is still a little dizzy, and I can't remember clearly.

Simply ignoring these things, got out of bed, split a word according to the habit, stretched his muscles and bones, and punched a set of basic punches.When I went up the mountain this time, I hurt my inner part a little. I didn’t know if it was serious without going to the hospital, so I didn’t dare to do any strenuous exercise.Then he took a quick shower and hurried downstairs.

In fact, it's not easy to be the boss.There is floor heating in the hotel room, and the seasons are like spring, but the outdoor temperature in Erdaobaihe in winter is about minus 20 degrees, and I still have so many subordinates who are responsible for safety freezing outside. As the boss, I should be strict with myself, hangover It cannot be an excuse to stay in bed.Back then, I got the title of Little Buddha Wu because of my good temper and caring for my subordinates, and I was also famous for my artifact dating, construction expertise, business efficiency and chain counting. (At first I wanted to win the honor of honesty in transactions, but later, because some enemies brought out the old story of the Iron Triangle’s riot at the Crescent Hotel, they blew it up, which made Xiaohua laugh for a long time.) In order to stabilize the reputation of the Wu family’s little Buddha, It is also in order not to cause unnecessary complications, and it is the best policy to leave this place where the undercurrent is surging as soon as possible.

Passing through the door of the next door, there was a snoring sound that could shake the birds outside the window. One could tell that it was the masterpiece of our Fat Prince of the Inverted Fighting World. I don’t know that some Wu family elites were dispatched last night to drag him back and throw him in the I'm in the room next door.I thought, if the entire hotel floor hadn't been booked up, there would be a huge crowd of people at the complaint counter.

In fact, I also understand that the fat man has been really tired these few years.No way, who made him have a brother like me who always caused him trouble?

In the few years since I came back from Medog, the papers were strictly checked, and the road was in a downturn. In order to maintain the power of the Wu family, I needed a lot of economic and information reserves.And when the bronze door of Tibet was opened, hidden forces from all sides emerged one after another, peeping at the Wu family who had obtained the latest secret, with malicious intentions.

I had to deal with my second uncle's exercise, and I also had to handle the big and small business of the Wu family. For a period of time, I was so devastated that I stayed up all night and all night, and I broke down.At that time, there was still a remnant of the Nine Clans. The Zhang and Wang families kept putting pressure on me in order to negotiate. The business turnover was often difficult.

In this kind of internal and external difficulties, only fat people are around.

Don't look at his carefree appearance, in fact he has a clear mind.Sometimes when I try my best to deal with difficult problems, he would quarrel with me, and at the same time accompany me to slowly interpret the situation, analyze it slowly by enumerating, and stay up all night until I suddenly understood and made a well-thought-out plan to meet the situation. Only then did he rub his belly with peace of mind, and went to his room to snore.

How many times I've been lost in the authorities, or committed a second impulse, I was woken up by him.Sometimes when I have too many things to do, I feel irritable, and I don't have a good face, he will fall out with me in front of my subordinates, which makes me very angry.But often the next morning, I feel that most of my anger has been vented, and my energy has increased a lot. Then I realize that the fat man is afraid that I will be suffocated, and deliberately provokes me, asking me to vent my anger, so as not to suffer from boredom. Come.

After leaving the mountain from Banai, the fat man first risked his life to accompany me on the adventure of Medog, and was almost shot in the head. Later, he put down his shop in Panjiayuan in Beijing and wiped my ass like an old woman without complaint.

What do you think he was trying to figure out?Is it just a few tables of whole meat feasts that I invite him to eat?

And I don't listen to him when I'm a donkey. Some time ago, when I went to Qinling alone to challenge Zhu Jiuyin alone, I felt that it was too dangerous. The chance of success was less than 3%. Sending to distant Myanmar to pick up an order I had already arranged to delay his business.This coming and going, coupled with the complicated procedures, will take at least [-] months. No matter what the result is on my side, whether it is life or death, he will definitely not be able to catch up.

But in fact, it took me only two weeks from the time I set off to being rescued by Bingshan neuropathy, and the fat man did rescue in time with a helicopter. I also remember very clearly that I passed out peacefully under the fat man's complaints. ——After all, it is my brother, no matter how awesome the serial story I set up, no matter how good my acting skills are.You can hide it from him for a while, but you can't hide it from him forever.

Back in Changsha, the fat man didn't yell at me, he just stared at me with those small eyes, he would rather suffocate himself than talk to me or listen to any apology.I was pushing my wheelchair in the corridor of the nursing home, and even when he passed by, he walked around me in a big circle with great difficulty.

I know he is really angry.

He knew that I did this not because I didn't believe him, but to save his life, but he was angry because of this.I understand him.

I still remember the year when we rescued Poker-Face from the Zhang family's ancient building.

Yun Cai died, and half of Fatty's heart died.The night before I was about to leave Banai, the fat man asked me to drink.

He usually drinks better than me, but that night he got drunk faster than me.

In front of the stilted building of Agui’s house, the fat man lay on the table, put one hand on my shoulder, and said the second most serious thing in his life besides liking clouds.

He said.

"I'm staying here, Fatty. There are only two people who can let me out. One is your naivety, and the other is my little brother. You must live well and don't do anything to bother Fatty. You know that Fatty Grandpa is getting old. Of course, it is a good thing for us to die in a fight together. If you really feel that there is a place that you must go to and there is a lot of bad luck, you must call me. Don’t let the fat I don't have any regrets in my life."

I thought about it for a long time the night before I went to Qinling, but I still failed him in the end.

I know I'm an asshole for doing this, but I just can't help myself not wanting to put the fat man at risk.

In Medog, the moment Fatty was headshot and fell down, I felt that I really collapsed, and darkness and despair instantly overwhelmed me, making me rush to Fatty regardless of the possibility of snipers outside.

I have to admit my weakness, I really dare not experience that kind of fear and despair again.

So it is right for the fat man to be angry with me and fight me coldly.

However, he was so angry that he figured it out.I was given a meal of authentic Shanxian goat meat, and the matter was over.

I know that it wasn't until yesterday when I saw my little brother from afar that he was sure that he was a real person, that the fat man was really relieved, got drunk, and gave himself a long-lost New Year's Day holiday.

Fatty also knows that in the current situation with Poker-Face and I, the return of Poker-Face means greater danger, more arduous tribulation, and a more painful situation.But he is happy from the bottom of his heart, because the reunion of the Audio-Technica is far above everything else in his heart.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing, walked lightly, slipped through the door, and didn't bother him.

In fact, my feelings for Fatty have not been summed up by gratitude, and have even been sublimated to a level that cannot be summed up by ordinary brotherhood.

Fatty, as a corner of the Iron Triangle, is like a Maitreya who always smiles, surrounding me and my little brother with the light of Buddha, giving laughter and help without hesitation, warming our hearts.

This is Fatty, my proudest brother.