The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

The sudden hug from the youngest son worked really well.

Song's mother was hugged like this for no reason, she didn't reprimand him, and she didn't say anything to force him to eat.

The ear is finally safe...

Song Zhi closed the door and lay down in a daze.

Replaying the experience of the day in his mind a few times, he took out his mobile phone and watched all the videos of Qin Huai on the Internet. Until midnight, Song Zhi couldn't sleep for a long time.

If this matter does not have a reasonable result.

Song Zhi believed that he would spend every day of his life in a state of disarray.

Ten o'clock the next morning.

Song Zhi was awakened by his mother's soft knock on the door.

"Xiaozhi, don't sleep." Song's mother pushed open the half door and called him softly.

Song Zhi was woken up in a dream, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw that the door of the room was ajar, and there was a burly man standing behind his mother.

She smiled happily: "Who do you see coming?" She opened the door completely, took a step back, and revealed the person behind her.

Song Zhizao didn't remember anything, how could he recognize this stranger, he just looked at the door in a daze.

It was a weather-beaten face, with a resolute and solemn expression, and short hair, quite masculine.Because of his dark skin, his lips are not colored. He is about 1.9 meters tall, almost higher than the door frame. Standing there, he looks like a poplar tree in the wilderness of the Northland, tall and straight.

His mother introduced to him: "This is your brother's childhood playmate, you just don't remember it. When you were young, our family lived in the government family building, and you played with Fu Zhe every day."

Song's mother knew that her youngest son had no impression, so she turned her head and told the other party: "Xiaozhi was hit by a car at the beginning of autumn, and I don't remember some things."

Fu Zhe's eyes collided with Song Zhi.

Song Zhi was still under the covers, and his mother quickly called him, "Call someone, hurry up."

The latter suppressed his surprise and opened his mouth, "Brother Zhe."

"Hmm." The called person only uttered a byte.

He has a unique temperament, his face is solemn and stern, and there is a sense of oppression around him.If someone faced him, he would never choose to tell any jokes in front of him.

After Song Zhi got dressed, he made the bed indiscriminately, and hurriedly said, "Brother, please come in."

Song's mother was full of joy, seeing Song Xiang's playmate, who used to be a little kid running around the yard, has grown into such a burly adult, she can only sigh that time flies.

"Didn't you say you have something to do with Xiaozhi?" She washed some fruits in the kitchen, brought them in, and put them on the table: "You two talk."

"it is good."

After she left.

Fu Zhe sat down and faced Song Zhi: "Is what you said before true?"

He spoke as if he had no accent, very calm, and any agitated emotions would become silent when they met him.

"Yes."

A few days ago, when Song Zhi found his eldest brother's address book, he called Fu Zhe.Because that morning, he asked all the people in the address book, and searched like a fool to ask if they knew the number, but after calling Fu Zhe, he was the only one who talked to Fu Zhe. Song Zhi is the one who talks for an hour.

Fu Zhe was Song Xiang's best friend, so he asked a few more questions, asking Song Zhi why he was asking so much.After hearing Song Zhi's suspicion, he listened quietly on the other end of the phone, rarely responding.

But he didn't expect that today, he came here in person.Fu Zhe invited the bodyguard company for the Spring Festival holiday in advance, and the first thing he did when he came back was to find Song Zhi.

Song Zhi understands that this is the reliable and loyal partner of the eldest brother.He opened the drawer at the head of the bed and took out all the things he had collected in the past two days——

The smartphone, the scratch paper floating out of the address book, and the unsent document were all wrapped in a transparent film.

"Here's the evidence I found."

"Brother, I want to ask you, my elder brother... what was he doing before his accident?"

It took Fu Zhe three seconds before he said, "Your elder brother and I are friends."

"We get together during the holidays, but," he paused, then continued, "It's about work."

"Song Xiang is a confidential person, and I am a bodyguard."

"We all have our own code of confidentiality."

The two naughty boys in the past are growing up day by day, from childishness to maturity.There are many intersections in life, but the same thing is that the nature of the work they are engaged in is very special.There is also a [-]% tacit understanding among mature friends, and no one will take the initiative to share work matters with each other.

Song Zhi understood what he meant: "I understand."

Fu Zhe picked up Song Zhi's plastic-covered document with his rough hands.

Song Zhi was expecting: "Brother, do you know this person?"

Fu Zhe glanced at the header of the document and said, "This is a report from the discipline inspection department. You should ask your father."

Of course Song Zhi knew that this kind of matter should be asked Song Guoxiao, but he refused to even give his elder brother's address book, and he never said a good word on weekdays.Thinking of this character, Song Zhi would feel restless.

What should be asked, still has to be asked.Once reminded, Song Zhi felt that it was necessary to ask him.

"This is the address where my elder brother sent the courier. He had an accident on a national road in front of Jiazhen, and the IP address displayed when the phone called coincided with it."

"I've already looked for it." Song Zhi picked up the phone: "This is the thing, I stole it."

It was a cheap smart touch-screen machine packed in a transparent bag, and Song Zhi had already flipped through the contents stored in it, and there was no useful information at all.

The only thing that matters is that SIM card.

If you go to the business hall to check, you can find the IP addresses of all the call locations of the user, so that the death of Jia Shouzhi and the eldest brother can be implicated together.

This smart phone is quite old, and it still freezes when it is turned on. In order to prolong its service life, Song Zhi removed the battery inside and searched how to protect the fingerprints on it.

"You were discreet and did a good job."

Song Zhi felt sad for a while, of course he had to do well...

"I found the courier station where my elder brother delivered the courier 1000 meters away from the village."

"He had an accident on the way to deliver the courier."

"But to send a courier, you don't need to go through the intersection of Jia Town."

"The courier has also been called back. My elder brother wants to send this document..."

"Moreover, I chose a small logistics company that is not well-known..."

"It's really suspicious." Fu Zhe said.

He received all the information silently, and after a long time, he confirmed Song Zhi's conjecture.

Song Zhi has never told anyone about his suspicions these past few days, and being so affirmed by the other party, he seems to have been given a reassurance shot, filled with energy, so that he can continue to push through the clouds and mist, and find the hidden sky .

He said, "Brother Zhe, please."

"I don't have anyone to talk to, thank you brother for coming today." He smiled wryly: "Speaking out makes me feel much better."

The other party was still flipping through the documents he found, bowed his head and replied: "I will say these things after the matter is resolved."

It became quite quiet in the bedroom.

He was looking forward to Fu Zhe's proposal very much. In the past two days, Song Zhi had no clue about these things, and his heart was suffering.

"Go find the caller again." Fu Zhe said, "I'll be with you."

Song Zhi showed a puzzled look: "Go to Jia Town?"

"Ah."

"Let's go……?"

"Go and ask," he said.

Song Zhi was wondering if this would startle the snake again. Did that person named Jia Shouzhi run away with his family and children?

But Fu Zhe's image made his words sound quite reliable.

"Okay." Song Zhi agreed.

Fu Zhe acted resolutely, and under Song Zhi's guidance, they arrived at the village entrance of Jia Town together, stopped the car by the side of the road, and walked across the main road in the middle of the village.

The two rows on the side of the road are full of baskets and baskets selling tangerines, melon seeds, and popcorn balls. They seem to be catching up with the lunar calendar gathering in this village.

In the crowd, a young woman and three children stand in front of a popcorn stand.

Song Zhi will look again.

It was discovered that the doll in her arms was the one from Jia Shouzhi's family.

The little girl was lying on the woman's shoulder, also saw him, opened her small hand, and stretched out her index finger: "Uncle..." The woman noticed her movement, followed her to look over, not knowing why, and smiled at Song Zhi.

Song Zhi walked over, broke the pinyin, and took the girl doll to spell it out: "Uncle...uncle..."

"uncle."

He smiled and rubbed her head.The woman looked warily at Song Zhi and the tall man behind him, and looked suspiciously at him, "Where did you come from?"

"In the city." Song Zhi replied succinctly, and then asked her, "Do you know where Jia Shouzhi is?"

"Shouzhi?" The woman was even more confused, "He's not at home."

"They run big cars and go out early every day."

"You... looking for him?"

"Yes, there are work matters." Song Zhi didn't change his face.

"Just right."

"Can you take a look at Yaya?"

"I have to go home and cook for my man." As she spoke, she told the two naughty children beside her to stop fighting: "Stop fighting, don't fall into the pit on the side of the road!"

Song Zhi and Fu Zhe looked at each other and said, "Yes."

"I'll take you to his house." The woman hugged Yaya and turned to lead the way: "Shouzhi girl let me take her with her all day long, because he..."

She looked around, turned her head and whispered to Song Zhi, "His mother can't talk."

"He invited me to take care of the child and told me to teach him how to speak." She shook her arms slightly up and down, Yaya was jolted and started giggling.

She said to the baby in her arms: "You're still laughing, your father went out to pull a cart all day long, and mother died of puerperal fever when she gave birth to you."

"It's quite a few years old now, I have leukemia, and I can't even speak."

"Poor thing~"

"Isn't it, Yaya?" She touched Yaya's face, the child couldn't understand, but smiled even more happily, and shyly plunged into her plump breasts.

Walking along that road again, many people on the road stared at Song Zhishi, probably recognizing him.But helplessly, Fu Zhe behind him was too bulky, which directly frightened people.

No one dared to step forward and say anything.

The woman went to Jia Shouzhi's house and hospitablely found woolen chair cushions for them.She was still holding the doll, with both hands fully occupied.So Song Zhi took the baby from her, Yaya didn't recognize the baby, and Song Zhi held her carefully, her saliva kept drooling, and even rubbed it on Song Zhi's clean coat, the latter didn't get annoyed.

This makes women feel at ease.

She found that the chair cushions in her hand were a bit dirty, then she went to the door and threw them on the wooden door to pat the dirt: "You guys wait for him here!"

Fu Zhe stood in this poorly lit room and looked around. The dilapidation inside was unimaginable. The house was low and low, as if it was a work in the 70s and [-]s, and the roof almost touched his head.

It is hard to imagine that such a house would exist so close to the city.

Song Zhi waited with the child in his arms, casting a glance at Fu Zhe from time to time, and found that he could sit still. After looking around the house inside and out, Fu Zhe sat by the well, as if he had become a moving house. Incense does not move the statue.

The woman immediately spread the cushions on the small bench, and told them to come and sit, and said, "Shouzhi will be back soon."

As a result, the voice did not fall.

"Here we come." Fu Zhe said suddenly.

"What?" the woman asked.

The footsteps on the street gradually approached, Song Zhi paid full attention and looked at the door.

Carrying a woven bag on his shoulder, Jia Shouzhi walked to the door, met Fu Zhe's eyes, and then looked at Song Zhi next to him, his expression suddenly changed, and he ran out of the door.

Fu Zhe was indeed a tough guy, he chased him straight away, almost leaving behind an afterimage.Song Zhi handed the child back to the woman, and when they ran out, they were already more than ten meters away.

Song Zhi looked at the scene on the street again - Fu Zhe's big hands were like powerful steel claws, he tied the man's hands together behind him, and bound them firmly. In order not to be seen by others, Fu Zhe did not push Jia Shouzhi down too much. Instead, he shackled him around his neck with his arms, brought him back to the yard, and easily pushed him against the edge of the well, making him face down.

Jia Shouzhi's face was visibly congested with blood.

The woman treated them warmly one second, but the next second she was terrified by the scene in front of her.She reacted instantly and screamed in the courtyard: "You are here!"

"Hit someone!"

"Come on people!"

She ran out to find someone, but Song Zhi had quick hands and eyes, pushed her into the door, and pushed her in with the broken bolt on the wooden door of Jia Shouzhi's house.The woman and Yaya were immediately locked into the house, and they could no longer see the outside scene.

Song Zhichao shouted inside: "I'm sorry, I'll let you out later!"

He was also taken aback by Fu Zhe's behavior, but no matter how his heart beat wildly, Song Zhi still closed the outside door quite calmly.

Last time he was kicked out by the villagers of their village, this time, he had to be on guard all the time.

Fu Zhe held him tightly, no matter how violently Jia Shouzhi struggled under his hand, he didn't even catch his breath, and still kept a stern face, telling the other party: "Don't do anything."

"You will suffer."

The tone was so calm that it seemed to be talking about the weather.

Don't do useless work, save everyone's energy, it can be called the most compelling insult.

Fu Zhe threw out the accumulated questions one by one with precision: "It was you who called Song Xiang?"

"You guys called for 10 minutes, what did you say?"

"Why is the postman someone else?"

Jia Shouzhi gritted his teeth fiercely, his cheeks were tense, his face was pressed against the edge of the well, and the side of his face was aching from the rough stones, and now he was pressed tightly, unable to struggle, his face turned red and his neck was thick due to choking .After struggling repeatedly to no avail, the person was panting like a cow.

"Say it!" Song Zhi shouted.

Jia Shouzhi maintained this posture, his skin color was almost saturated: "Give me back the phone!"

Song Zhi stood aside, and ruthlessly replied, "Impossible!"

"Tell me quickly, or you will fall down!" He threatened, but in fact he was very uncertain, and after speaking, he himself took a look into the well.There is a protruding cement platform in the well, about two feet wide, used by Jia Shouzhi to connect the starter, firmly attached to the inner wall of the well, and submerged under the water.

Jia Shouzhi is also a tough guy, this is his family, he doesn't like that at all!He clenched his cheeks tightly, and tried his best to resist, but he was pushed back with only a slight movement.According to his immense strength, his face was firmly attached to the water well, deformed to the point of distortion.

The woman's curses in the house are also getting louder and louder. After a while, maybe the neighbors will be called.

Fu Zhe looked at him without saying anything, and then exerted a slight force with his big hand. Jia Shouzhi immediately let out a painful gasp, feeling that his jaw was about to be dislocated, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, drooping on the light gray stone surface of the well, and gathered into a small pool , but he remained silent.

"Aren't you going to say it?" Fu Zhe was still exerting his strength.

This kind of trick is not fatal and does not leave any injuries, but the party who endures it is definitely uncomfortable.

Jia Shouzhi tilted his head, only feeling that his neck was about to break, and his face looked pained.

Song Zhi was afraid of causing trouble, and felt that this was not an option.If this happens, it will be difficult to end later.

The voice of the woman in the room was getting louder and louder. A neighbor saw it on the street just now and knocked on the door to call for Jia Shouzhi.

There was also a young man like a thin monkey who had seen Song Zhi and left a deep impression on him.The young man was worried, and went to the room next door, looked down and stretched his head. He was terrified, and was about to go down the ladder to Jia Shouzhi's house.

At this critical moment——

But Fu Zhe looked away, as if he saw something.

He let go of his big hand, supported it with one hand, and hopped onto the table connected to the voltage booster with one foot. Song Zhi and the people in the room were stunned by his agility.

It was only then that Jia Shouzhi got up from the well. His trousers were full of dirt, he was covering his right face, and moving his jaw back and forth, which made his expression look like it was cramped, twisted horribly...

"elder brother!"

Song Zhi's hairs stood on end, and he hurried to the well to have a look.

Fu Zhe leaned on the side of the well with his left foot on the platform as a support, stretched his waist a little distance, and hooked out a tin box with his feet from the side of the platform...

It was already November, and the weather was not yet cold enough to freeze the well water. He took it from between his feet and held it firmly to the edge of the well with one hand.

The people in the room were already petrified, and after he regained his composure, he stepped on the ladder and rushed down in a "da da" panic, bypassing Song Zhi in three steps at a time, and opened the door of Jia Shouzhi's house to let the rescuers in.

The folks outside the door were very united. When they heard that the person who had come to Shouzhi's house to make trouble was coming again, they all rushed here with sticks.

Jia Shouzhi lowered his head and saw the box in Fu Zhe's hand, his eyes turned red instantly, he rushed forward to break Fu Zhe's hand, trying to make him fall, but that hand seemed to be a steel bone claw, not loose.Song Zhi took a quicker step, grabbed Jia Shouzhi fiercely, threw him back, and made him fall back on the ground.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" A villager rushed up and grabbed Song Zhi by the collar, and two big men came over and pressed Song Zhi to the ground with their backhands.

"It's against you!"

Fu Zhe has already opened the heavy metal box with one hand - a large tin box with paint peeling off and used to hold wine.

It was freezing outside, but the well water was warmer than outside. The moment the dilapidated box was opened, white mist slowly emerged from the gap.

The box was full of several bundles of money, Fu Zhe stared at it, the words written on it——

Payment date.

A voice without emotion, reverberating with a little echo, came from down the well.

"At the end of December, one hundred thousand."

"At the end of January next year, [-]."

"At the end of February next year, [-]."

In front of the whole village, the honest man Jia Shouzhi got up from the ground like crazy, and wanted to jump off to fight Fu Zhe.

He went mad, and the villagers who stopped him were almost dragged down by him.

"Shouzhi! Shouzhi!"

"calm down!"

Under the background of Fu Zhe, Jia Shouzhi's movements looked much more clumsy. His feet pressed against the well wall, but the muscles in his arms had never been so strong. , ridiculously moved to Fu Zhe's side.

The concrete platform was only two feet wide, and Fu Zhe stepped firmly on one foot, dodged to avoid him nimbly, neatly tucked the box in the waistband of his trousers, exerted force with both hands, and stepped on his hip and back with one foot, and quickly came up up.

Jia Shouzhi was left alone at the bottom of the well, while he stood on the cement platform.

Ridiculous as a monkey being tricked.

It was a shiny iron box soaked in water, and it was effortless to open.

Fu Zhe dumped the contents on the ground.

What fell into the dirt were bundles of money.

The villagers who were going to support Jia Shouzhi or join in the fun had never seen so much money, and they all fell silent for a while.

In the gray sky, Fu Zhe saw Song Xiang's own brother struggling to break free from the restraints and get up from the ground.

He picked up a bundle with a desolate expression, looked at the numbers on the money, and his words became choked up:

"It's compensation."

"Our family... will receive it at the end of each month, and the death compensation..." The amount is exactly the same.

The driver who caused the accident was not Jia Shouzhi, why... money... was hidden in the well of their house?

Song Zhi's body was shaking a little——

The sky is clear and the sky is bright.

With an indifferent face still on his face, Fu Zhe left a sentence in the wind:

"The case can be overturned."

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