The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

Just after Li Jiyun had dinner, Li Jizhong called his younger brother again.

"I've already arranged it, you just wait to collect the money, and don't forget to help with it when the time comes, if there is any problem, it may be discovered by the people watching us from above."

Li Jiyun said in a daze that he didn't agree to participate, so why should he be responsible for this matter now?

There was still a burst of noise on the other end of the phone, and then a woman's voice appeared, similar to the one from yesterday.

"It's so late, why are you still on the phone, my son is asleep, please keep your voice down..."

Li Jiyun stared at his mobile phone screen in disbelief as if he was facing an enemy, but the woman didn't make any sound after that.

"Don't worry, I've already arranged for the person to be connected. I just want you to help me with it. Moreover, this person has something to do with our family, so it's easy to handle."

His nonchalant tone made Li Jiyun feel extremely headache.

"what relationship?"

Li Jizhong said to himself: "It's Zhang Heqing's younger brother, he's quite courageous."

He didn't know who Zhang Heqing's younger brother was, but Li Jiyun knew.

At the beginning, he helped settle a lot of things in the Zhang family. Knowing that Zhang Heming could be said to be a complete vampire in the Zhang family, he couldn't be reused at all.

"Brother, your decision is too hasty, or if you think about it again, you don't know the details of this person, besides, I have heard that this person has a weird personality, and he is definitely not as easy to handle as you said. "

Li Jizhong turned a deaf ear to his younger brother's worries and didn't take them seriously at all.

"Don't worry, even if you give him ten guts, he won't be able to lie to me."

If it wasn't for him, how could the brothers of the Zhang family have come to where they are today?

Seeing that dissuasion was unsuccessful, Li Jiyun said that he would never interfere in this matter. Of course, he would not help Li Jizhong either, because this matter is inherently risky, and if he is not careful, he will implicate many people.

"Brother, why don't you think about me, I have just been promoted to my current position, if something really goes wrong, then my life will be ruined."

Li Jizhong was very impatient, and hung up the phone cursing.

Ye Lengfeng, who came out of the hospital, was also looking for Yao Mengyuan. He made a phone call to ask where Yao Mengyuan was now, and if he was fine, he could accompany her to the maternity checkup.

However, Yao Mengyuan is very flustered now, she is afraid that the monster will wake up and report herself to others, accusing her of starting the fire, not only will her future be ruined, but Ye Lengfeng will never believe in herself.

"Brother Lengfeng, I accidentally fell down just now, and now I feel a little uncomfortable, so I may not be able to go today."

Yao Mengyuan's voice trembled slightly, but Ye Lengfeng didn't hear it, he just thought she was afraid.

"Then you fell seriously, I'll go and see you."

Yao Mengyuan observed Ye Lengfeng's every move from a distance, and said that she was fine, it was just a sprained foot, and it would be fine to go home and rest for a while.

Coincidentally, Ye Lengfeng was also in a hurry to go back to work, so he didn't say much.

At night, Zhang Heming quietly went to the place designated by Li Jizhong alone.

This is the most chilling place in Jiangnan City, a dirty and dark alley.

In the past, when Zhang Heming went out, he was followed by mighty bodyguards, and he never came here alone.

Li Jizhong once warned him seriously on the phone that if he couldn't persuade his brother to join him, he would have to hide everything from Zhang Heqing.

Out of selfishness, Zhang Heming didn't want to persuade Zhang Heqing to complete the task with him. After all, if he also did this, the rewards would have to be shared equally.

The thought of the money he got would be halved, and he felt uncomfortable, even if the person he shared with was his own brother.

He had to prove himself in front of Zhang Heqing in a short time.

The dirt road in the alley was uneven, and dogs barked from time to time in the distance.

Zhang Heming was most afraid of dogs when he lived in the country, but now he has to bite the bullet and move forward.

At the end, he knocked on the dilapidated wooden door, but no one answered for a long time, Zhang Heming felt a little uneasy.

After a while, there was a heart-piercing coughing sound from the shabby door with no soundproofing. It sounded like an old man over fifty years old.

Sure enough, after a rustling sound, the door was opened a crack, and a short and thin man stood behind the door, looking at Zhang Heming warily.

"I……"

On weekdays, he is used to being vicious, but now he is not used to speaking in a humble and respectful tone.

"Come here to deliver?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, like a tape recorder stuck.

This product is not that product, Zhang Heming naturally knows it.

He hesitated and glanced at the road behind him, afraid that he might make a mistake.

Seeing him hesitate, the old man laughed twice, and then coughed violently again.

"This is my household, you don't need to look elsewhere."

But when he saw this old man, Zhang Heming couldn't equate him with the butcher who handled the corpse.

"Old man, I just received the notice to come to connect with you. I don't know when you want the goods."

Zhang Heming swallowed nervously, until the old man relaxed his vigilance, flicked his wide cuffs, and extinguished the dry tobacco in his hands.

"Every Wednesday, you just need to come at this time every night, and don't forget to bring the goods."

The goods he was talking about were naturally all the resources available to those homeless men.

"Then... do you charge anything here?"

Even though there is no air conditioner or fan here, Zhang Heming felt the wind gusts in the sweltering night.

The old man grabbed Zhang Heming's arm with his skinny hand and invited him into the room to talk.

"When I was young, I was a butcher of this generation. The older son was better, and he behaved decently. The younger son didn't live up to it, so he was here to be a butcher with me."

He didn't intend to let Zhang Heming answer the conversation, he just talked in a rambling manner.

"No matter what it is, as long as it can be used, it must be fresh on Wednesday. If it takes a long time, it won't be used anymore, and I won't be able to give you money at that time."

Judging by his familiar appearance, it is estimated that he has been doing this for many years.

It seems that as long as I deliver the things every Wednesday night, I don't need to worry about the rest.

"How to pay for that?"

Hearing the mention of money, the old man was not disgusted, and yawned in an inelegant manner.

"For this week's goods, the money will be transferred to your boss' bank card by next Wednesday."