Finale (Part 1) Chapter 10 The Song Ends

Sitting in the car, all the fatigue came over me. Looking back on everything just now, I could hardly remember what had just happened.

However, judging from Xiaohua's expression, this matter was considered a success.

Xiaohua told me in the car that from the beginning, he knew that there must be a problem on my side, so in the whole plan, my side was just one step. The purpose was to lead everyone to the teahouse, and then his two Guys stood by, one of them wearing another human-skin mask.

If Bastard Qiu doesn't attack, I will sing the big show until the end. If there is any problem here, if someone exposes me or Bastard Qiu comes to force me, he will have a backup plan.

As soon as Pan Zi fell, he knew that things had changed and was ready. Sure enough, Wang Baqiu came immediately. He had obviously been ambushing around. He immediately sent a message to his men, and that was how the scene happened.

I said: "This is thrilling enough. If the text message had been sent a few minutes late, man, we would have died."

Xiaohua said: "You can't survive in this business relying on luck." He asked me to look at his mobile phone. There was a text message on it: Master Six, Master Three has brought many people in our shop. What should I do?

"Lao Liu's most capable subordinate didn't realize that his phone had been switched when he was singing karaoke with me yesterday." Xiao Hua said, "It's a pity that this kind of little trick always works."

I smiled bitterly in my heart, not knowing what to say, but the most difficult morning in my life was over.

The human skin mask fit very well. I smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the car before I slowly recovered and asked these people what they would do if they went back.

Xiaohua said: "We don't know yet, but at least the fact that Third Master is back has become a reality. Your Third Uncle has been famous in Changsha for decades. When Pan Zi walks around, his momentum will be completely different."

"I always feel in doubt. Morale is already low, but can it be lifted up just by talking?"

"Let me give you an example. There are many new guys in the industry who grew up listening to the stories of Third Master. These people worship Third Master as a god. As long as Pan Zi says to do things for Third Master, they are willing to die. But the premise is that Pan Zi must represent the Third Master. They will feel that doing things for Pan Zi can get into the Third Master's favor and get the Third Master's advice." Xiao Hua said, "That's the difference. There are quite a lot of people in this group. Panzi can't do anything on his own."

I nodded, it does make sense. Xiaohua continued: "Among those people just now, there must be a large part of them that Pan Zi can directly call on. Bastard Qiu and the fishmonger are still a problem, but they can only be faced head-on."

I asked about Pan Zi's news, and Xiaohua said, "You will be able to see him soon. He has been discharged from the hospital."

"Discharged from the hospital, why should he be discharged from the hospital?" I said, "He is dying.

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"Tonight is very critical." Xiaohua said: "Our results just now need to be realized by someone. Pan Zi must come forward to determine how many handicaps are on our side. Then, in the middle of the night tonight, Bastard Qiu He Laoliu must be eliminated."

I was shocked: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing can happen overnight. This is the third master's rule. Bastard Qiu also knows it very well and will not sit back and wait for death." Xiaohua said and looked at the sky: "It will rain tonight, bloody weather."

I looked at him and said in surprise: "You don't feel any pressure at all to say such terrible things. How can you not do this?"

Xiaohua smiled: "The sentence just now was said by my grandfather and relayed to me by my mother. I was only seventeen years old when I heard this sentence." She sighed as she spoke. "Things like pressure will disappear as soon as I talk about it."

I frowned, feeling a twinge of fear. I never thought this would happen again. Asked: "Do we have to do this? How about we make an anonymous call to the police and kill him."

"The nickname Tianzhen is really not wrong." Xiaohua said, "If I were your third uncle, maybe I could have a way to make you naive, but unfortunately I don't. Xiaosanye, face the reality, this is your own choose."

I remained silent, looking at Changsha outside the car, and remembered that Pan Zi had said similar words to me. This was indeed my choice.

I returned to the small hotel where I stayed last night, picked up my luggage, and moved to Xiaohua's "guest house" in Changsha. This place is slightly worse than Sichuan. It was obviously renovated very early. It should be a transfer station established when he became rich. , the chef in the guest house canteen is said to have been the head chef of the Lion House, and prepared three exquisite side dishes for us.

We returned to the room, and while we were eating, I asked when the evening events would begin. Xiaohua smiled and said nothing, and just kept asking me to drink.

It was a kind of wine that I couldn't taste. I suspected it might be mung bean soup, which is the kind of distiller's lees juice that Tufuzi often drank before, plus some rock sugar and medicinal materials. It was spicy when I drank it, and it felt like mung bean soup. . But after a few drinks, I got drunk without warning. I don’t even know when I became confused.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I saw Xiaohua and Panzi lying on the sofa in my room. Both of them were covered in blood and they were both sleeping soundly. I looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and knew that everything was over.

I tacitly agreed not to ask about the details of that night. I only knew that the seven handicaps were on our side. Bastard Qiu and the fishmonger were all rabble-rousers. They themselves were good at management but not good at mergers. The results spoke for themselves. Pan Zi collected the payment owed by the dealer below, totaling less than 10 million, and quickly reorganized the collapsed Changsha headquarters. During this time, I, like a mascot, showed up everywhere.

By the time I left Changsha and flew to Hangzhou, there were already more than 40 clerks in the main office. Although most of them were newcomers, under Pan Zi’s control, the bumpy sales started to move again, and the whole of Changsha had stabilized. down.

Since then, the initial difficulty has passed. After returning to Hangzhou, there is no need to be as bloody as Changsha, but only romance. During this period of time, Pan Zi will stay in Changsha to find a team for me, and use the reputation and money of the third uncle to recruit some good lamas, while I must be in Hangzhou to deal with the affairs accumulated by the third uncle, and at the same time imitate the third uncle more systematically. Uncle, including the voice.

This seemed difficult, so Xiaohua taught me some techniques, with the aim of making the third uncle's voice and face less obtrusive before going to Banai for rescue.

Xiaohua will then return to Beijing and continue to deal with the Huo family, stalling for time until Pan Zi pulls the team together.

We planned to complete everything in five days. I silently prayed in my heart that Menyoubo and Fatty could persevere. Be sure to wait until I come down!

Not to mention the tedium, five days later, Xiaohua, Pan Zi, and I flew to Guangxi from Hangzhou, Beijing, and Changsha respectively, and the three parties met at the Guangxi airport. As soon as I arrived at the airport, I saw Pan Zi bringing about twenty people, dressed as a tour group. Pan Zi held up a small flag with "China Youth Travel Service" written on it, and smiled at me while holding the headset.

Sure enough, it was Pan Zi who couldn't be beaten. His injuries must not have healed after five days, but his complexion was completely different, and his hair was oiled and turned black. Xiaohua only had Xiuxiu with her, and the two of them looked like a young couple.

I was alone, wearing the clothes that Third Uncle often wore, and suddenly I felt lonely. When these people came in front of me, Pan Zi said to the people behind him: "Call Third Uncle."

"Third Master!" Everyone behind me shouted. I nodded and tried not to speak, while Pan Zi led the way.

We boarded several very shabby minibuses, and Panzi, Xiaohua, I sat in the front one. Pan Zi introduced me to some people in the car behind me on the road.

I listened very carefully. I knew that these steps were usually done by my third uncle. Now I am the third uncle. These people will listen to me when Pan Zi is not around. Many of my decisions will affect the life and death of these people behind me. , I can no longer go to the field with a sightseeing mentality like before.

"Seven hours later, we arrived at Banai. I already said hello to Agui, and we immediately entered the mountain. However, there is a trouble now. Everyone must be mentally prepared, especially the third master." Pan Zidao.

"What?" I asked. To be continued