"Sorry."
Gu Weijing sighed sympathetically.
"Sorry, why did you say sorry?" Kou Kou raised her head and asked strangely.
"I thought, stepmother"
Gu Weijing was stunned.
He is the kind of person who rarely sees his parents since he was a child.
Grandpa cares about him very much. His uncle and aunt can't really say that he is that bad, but sometimes, you will clearly feel that he treats his biological daughter, cousin Gu Lin, differently.
So,
He subconsciously thought that the same was true for Kou Kou.
Stepmother should not be synonymous with black-hearted old witches in both Eastern and Western cultures.
"Hey, classmate Gu, are you just imagining plots like Snow White and don't you think I'm the kind of submissive doormat?"
Kuo Kou looked at Gu Weijing's embarrassed face and chuckled.
"How dare that vixen bully this young lady. Although my father is a bit feudal, he still dotes on me. He always thinks that his wife can be changed at any time. I am the only one who has my own precious daughter, Little Cotton Jacket. My stepmother has always been a little afraid of me, worried that I would secretly tell her that she was not good to me in front of my father."
Kouko straightened her slender neck proudly.
“So, my stepmother will hold a grand birthday party for me every year to show outsiders how good she is to me.”
“She will also carefully select all kinds of gifts. Birthday gifts. Lancôme cosmetics, Swarovski crystal jewelry."
Kouko moved her fingers and counted the expensive gifts she had received at birthday parties.
"I heard that they will buy me a Burberry shopping bag this year. She herself does not dare to use such expensive luxury goods to avoid suspicion."
"Oh, that sounds like It's quite interesting."
Gu Weijing compared it with his aunt and thought that there was really nothing to criticize for her stepmother.
"Maybe, but the significance of these is not as precious as this bracelet."
Kou Kou smiled and breathed lightly on Gu Weijing's wrist. , she used the skin on her fingertips to gently wipe away the graphite dust that had accidentally rubbed on the bracelet while sketching.
"I actually know that as long as I ask, she will go and beg for me, and even ask the connections in the government's Shwedagon Pagoda Cultural Relics Management Bureau to get me a few strings. But this kind of thing, It’s boring to come here on your own initiative.”
“Only someone who really wants to make you happy will stand in the sweltering heat for weeks just to ask for peace and success.”
Kou Kou carefully wiped the bracelet clean and then let go of Gu Weijing's sleeves.
"Wear it well. The relatives who gave me the bracelet every year are gone. Classmate Gu, you must cherish it."
Kou Kou patted Gu Weijing on the shoulder. , in the principalWith the voice announcing his exit, he stood up.
"Let's go, this boring commendation meeting is finally over. Seeing that my mouth is dry, I took the trouble to enlighten you for a long time, and also shared everything about my childhood with you. Wait a minute Before my son goes to kindergarten, please ask Mr. Gu to go to the campus water bar and bring him two cups of half-sugar taro ball milk tea. Remember to add pearls to the milk tea."
"It's raining a bit"
Gu Weijing looked out the window of the auditorium at the rainy sky.
"So, this is a special occasion for you to show off your manliness. Boys who want to line up to buy milk tea for me, the girl, can circle the school three times."
Kou Kou stuck out her tongue and showed a narrow expression, like a cunning little fox. "Warrior, seize the opportunity to please girls. I made the star-shaped biscuits again this time, using the salt added in the measuring cup, but it was still the same. It's a little salty, so it's just right to eat with sweet milk tea."
"Pearl, don't forget the pearl."
She waved her hand, and the long hair on the back of her head fell. He disappeared into the crowd at the end of the auditorium.
At this moment,
Xihe Guild Hall.
Among the students who did not come to school today, in addition to Sakai Katsuko, there was also Miao Angwen.
He was being led by a blond and blue-eyed waiter in the club, walking in the long corridor of the club.
Miao Angwen's eyes swept over the tall waist and hips of the white woman, lingering greedily for a moment, and he felt extremely admiration for Brother Hao in his heart.
In Yangon, foreigners have always been superior to others. This was true two hundred years ago and it will be true two hundred years later.
Some travel notes on Google even wrote that this Southeast Asian city seems to be built on "emeralds, pagodas, and cheap servants."
Only a mafia giant like Brother Hao can make those canary-like foreigners serve you respectfully.
"Brother Hao wants to see me."
Miao Angwen quietly clenched his fists.
He had a conflict with Gu Weijing that day. This afternoon, the bald man was suddenly taken to the Xihe Guild Hall, saying that Brother Hao wanted to see him.
Miao Angwen was very excited.
A godfather-level gangster like Brother Hao has so many subordinates that it is like an urban legend.
In the more than a month since he joined Brother Hao's counterfeiting group, he only had the opportunity to see Brother Hao's back once.
At that time, Miao Angwen saw Brother Hao being surrounded by four or five black-clad bodyguards and boarding a bulletproof dark-colored Mercedes from a distance. He looked very majestic, like a decent political official. More than like a mafia leader.
Today is the first time that Myo Aung Win has the opportunity to get up close and personal with the master of the city’s shadow society.
While he was anxious, he was also extremely ambitious.
"Sir, the guest is here."
The waiter rang the doorbell in front of the private door and opened the palm-colored wooden door., bowed slightly to Miao Angwen respectfully, and then left quietly.
"Miao Angwen, please come in."
The design of each private room in Xihe Guild Hall is different.
Sometimes, guests just walk out of the antique oriental chapel decorated with mahogany and rosewood, push open the door of the room next door, and are greeted by the flashy French palace of Louis XIV. Overwhelmed.
What is in front of us is a Japanese-style teahouse in the Edo period.
In front of the elegant middle-aged man is a set of small stoves, and the smoke is coming from the purple clay pot. It leaked out, causing a layer of water vapor and humidity to fill the room.
The bald man stood beside the middle-aged man without saying a word, wearing sunglasses and bulging muscles under a black suit jacket, like a motionless sculpture or a Dharma Protector.
"Hello, Brother Hao."
Miao Aung Win cautiously stepped into the door of the box and looked at the richest and most powerful man in Yangon with awe. One of a small group of middle-aged people.
Al Capone was known as the underground emperor of Los Angeles during the Prohibition era, and he was nothing more than Brother Hao.
"Don't be so formal, sit down."
Brother Hao smiled and motioned for Miao Angwen to sit next to him.
"Drinking tea? Japanese-style tea may taste a little bitter."
"No, no need."
Miao Angwen allowed himself Smile as sweetly as possible.
"Okay, let me ask you something, and you have to answer it well. I heard that you and Gu Weijing had a little unpleasant incident at school."
Brother Hao seemed to be just chatting and asked casually.
"Oh, yes, Brother Hao, there is such a thing."
Miao Angwen was stunned for a moment.
Before he opened the door and came in, he thought a lot about what Brother Hao would talk to him.
No matter what it is, it must be a very serious and important matter, and it is a "manly undertaking."
Gu Weijing
Miao Angwen never thought that Brother Hao would mention this classmate's name.
The bald man did convey that Brother Hao seemed to hope that Gu Weijing could be invited to his party. However, this matter actually deserves Brother Hao's personal intervention
"Yes, but he is very arrogant and reluctant to come, so we have a little conflict." Miao Angwen curled his lips with some jealousy.
"Is that just that? You just invited him to your party"
Brother Hao said expressionlessly.
Miao Angwen's heart tightened inexplicably.
He tilted his head like a nervous quail and glanced at the bald head on one side, hoping for some guidance, but all he saw was a pair of cold sunglasses.
"Yes, that's it."
Miao Angwen hesitated for a moment, considering his tone.
He felt that in the end there was noIf something big happens, there is no need to tell everything.
Crack
A white porcelain tea cup was hit hard on Miao Angwen's face.
The scalding tea was like flowing coals, instantly causing the skin on the left side of his face to become red and swollen.
Brother Hao looks like a gentle middle-aged man, but the strength in his hands cannot be matched by a slap from a little girl like Kou Kou.
The white porcelain tea cup with a wall as thin as a paper page was broken, piercing the corner of Miao Angwen's mouth.
Miao Angwen was so smashed that he spun around twice before falling onto the floor of the tea room.
"Two things. The first thing is, you can't make your own decisions and want to destroy people. The second thing is, you can't try to fool me. The second thing is even more unbearable than the first thing. ."
Brother Hao did not get angry.
The middle-aged man still looked like he was making an understatement just now, but his tone was as cold as ice.
"Brother Hao, I'm sorry."
Miao Angwen touched his cheek. He didn't have time to feel the pain, but his whole body was overwhelmed by the cold feeling.
Brother Hao knows everything.
The secret instructions he thought he gave to the bad leader reached Brother Hao in minutes.
In the city of Yangon, Brother Hao is like an omniscient and omnipotent devil, watching you from the abyss all the time.
"What's the use of apologizing? If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Otherwise, how can people grow up."
Brother Hao said softly without raising his head.
He clapped his hands.
The bald man next to him took out a pistol from a safe placed on the coffee table in the box.
Miao Angwin didn’t even have time to scream.
The bald man opened the hammer, took half a step forward, and without saying a word, he pressed the trigger against Miao Anwen's head.
No matter how it is beautified,
The underworld will always be a gang that controls people's hearts with violence and fear. There are no judges, no defense lawyers, and no prisons here.
You may indeed make a fortune here, but the price is that you will only die if you make a mistake.
Unfortunately, Miao Ang Win has just turned eighteen. In his imagination, the underworld will always be the glamorous side of making a lot of money and sleeping with the most charming women.
Have you ever seen this before?
The substantial fear of death immediately overwhelmed him, and Miao Angwen immediately became incontinent.
His throat made a "burp" sound, and he fell limply to the ground as if his bones had been removed.
The pistol made a crisp sound, but no actual bullet was fired.
"Promising."
The bald man curled his lips, swung the revolver to the side, and threw the magazine into the arms of Miao Angwen who was lying on the ground.
Miao Angwen’s whole body was soaked with sweat or urine, like a fish that had just emerged from the water.Breathing heavily as well.
His eyes were fixed on the magazine in his arms. The magazine of the revolver was empty and had no bullets.
"Young people will never make mistakes. I have always been willing to give young people opportunities, so I will spare you the first time you make a mistake and remove the bullet from the magazine. I hope you remember this lesson."
The middle-aged man turned to look at Miao Angwen.
Japanese-style Yakuza gangs like to let their subordinates cut off their fingers when they make mistakes.
Myanmar is much more coarse and harsh.
The counterfeit painters under Brother Hao have to use paintbrushes. Cutting off their fingers will affect their work, so they use roulette.
Middle-aged people believe in Buddhism.
If you survive, let me spare your life. If the gun goes off, don’t blame others.
"I didn't make it clear about Gu Weijing this time."
Brother Hao looked at the broken teacup on the ground, smiled, and put a dark teacup on his hand The small box was thrown to Miao Aung Win, "So a cup of hot tea is a small punishment but a big warning. The things in the small box will scare you. But you know, the next time you make a mistake, you will have to see the Bodhisattva whether you will be spared or not."
"Go and apologize to our little Mr. Gu. Don't shock my koi fish and affect his creative state. I recently learned that he is preparing to participate in an art exhibition. He is such an ambitious kid. Gu Weijing "My hands are much more valuable than your life."
Brother Hao turned around and left, and Baldhead followed him.
Miao Angwen sat on the urine-soaked floor for five minutes before he opened and picked up the small box with trembling hands, and then froze again.
The brilliant golden light is dazzling.
Brother Hao may really be a devil, but he is also a very generous devil.
There is actually a Rolex Daytona 18k gold watch in the box, with a market price of at least 20,000 Dollar.
He didn't know whether he should be scared or ecstatic now.
Miao Angwen was lying on the ground, holding an empty magazine and a gold Rolex watch, his shoulders twitching.
Weeping and laughing.
"Mr. Gu, let's go."
At the intersection next to Dulwich College, Uncle Alai took the schoolbag from Gu Weijing and pulled away an old modern Elantra's back door.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Gu, just call me Xiao Gu like before."
Gu Weijing sat in the back seat of the Elantra.
It is said that Uncle Alai got this car from somewhere. He is not a few years younger than Gu Weijing, and the total cost was less than a thousand dollars.
The car is an old car,
but the engine works, the lights work, and the air conditioning is powerful. In a place like Myanmar, it can be considered a good car. .
"I understand, sir, Mr. Gu." Uncle Alai glanced at the rearview mirror and started the vehicle.
Gu Weijing smiled helplessly.
Ever since Uncle Alai agreed to be his assistant, when the silent janitor enteredAfter entering the working state, it is like a completely different person.
He is very rigorous and conscientious in his work, and he is always addressed with honorifics.
This is a characteristic left behind by a military background.
The VIP protection team has different requirements from the bodyguards. Bodyguards can get along well with their employers, but the army is a hierarchical place.
That’s right,
Just because you always drive for the leader doesn’t mean you are good or bad.
Uncle Alai still has the same style as before. Even though his monthly salary is only five hundred dollars now, he still carries the imprint of his habits when he does things.
Gu Wei was lying comfortably on his seat, preparing to take a short rest.
Uncle Alai’s foot is a little lame, but it doesn’t affect driving.
He doesn’t drive very fast, but he is very stable and can accelerate and decelerate very comfortably.
Gu Weijing heard that some experienced drivers can allow their bosses to write in the back seat without affecting their work.
He did not know whether this statement was true or false.
But when Uncle Alai is driving, it may be a little difficult to draw, but it is really the same feeling as reading a newspaper without motion sickness, and there is no problem if you sleep.
Gu Weijing closed his eyes, opened the system's virtual panel, and noticed the system's new tasks.
Serial Task Fusion Painting 23
The current task is to complete a painting that includes Chinese painting techniques, sketching techniques, watercolor techniques, oil painting techniques, and printmaking techniques, any three of the five techniques. The painting must be over 10 inches x 10 inches in size and must have at least a heartfelt emotion rating.
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