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"Huh?" Chen Canaan's eyes widened, "All of it? I'm also going to buy a motorcycle and change two more pieces of furniture for the house."

Qiao Wen laughed, "Brother Nan, this is not how money is spent, if you want to believe in me, buy stocks with me together, if not, what about going to the bank, in short, you can't just spend it away."

Chen Canaan: "Of course I believe you."

Jovan laughed, "Take my word for it, we'll be able to move into a new apartment with running water and gas by the turn of the year."

Upon hearing this, Chen Canaan nodded his head vigorously, "Okay, I'll go all buy stocks later."

Qiao Wen laughed lightly and sat back down to get ready to change to report to the factory, he thought for a moment and waved at Chen Canaan, "Nan, come here!"

Chen Canaan walked up to him, "What's wrong?"

Jovian lifted the hem of his t-shirt to the scar on the left side of his abdomen, frowning and pressing it lightly with his hand.

Chen Canaan hissed.

"Still hurt?"

Chen Canaan: "It doesn't hurt if you don't touch it, a little if you do."

Qiao Wen lowered the hem of his shirt, "You recuperate for a few days, don't fool around. Although it didn't break any bones, it's still a gunshot wound, so you can't be sloppy."

"It's fine." Chen Canaan waved his hand in a carefree manner.

"Then I'll go to the factory, and you go cash in the money for the stock."

"You wait for me to go upstairs and get my stuff and we'll go out together."

The two people went out of the city fortress together, Chen Canaan sent Qiao Wen to the tram, before he slowly called a yellow cab to the bank.

Half a month has not seen, the bright moon factory by Lin Zi Hui well organized, worthy of having a big male protagonist qualities, than just the beginning of the fledgling student boy, now Hui less, both from the ability and vigor are greatly improved, make some achievements is sooner or later.

He didn't know what Qiao Wen had gone through in this half month, but was very joyful about his return, pulling the man to kiss and chat for a while, and then taking him to see the new production line, as well as a few finished sample clothes.

All are men's business formal wear, the style is nothing special, but the material workmanship cut is very good.

One of them was about the same size as Chen Canaan, and Lin Zi Hui asked Qiao Wen to bring it back to Chen Canaan to see how it would look on him.

Qiao Wen thought about letting Chen Canaan have a really good figure, and it was still more than enough to be a fitting model, so when he got off work, he took this new suit back home.

When he got home it was still early, he hung the suit on the bedside and imagined what Chen Canaan would look like in the suit, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt anticipation. Because it was mentioned more than once in the book that Chen Canaan was a well-known suit thug in the city.

When he first came to this world and saw Chen Canaan for the first time, it actually kinda surprised him, because it was too inconsistent with the big villain he had imagined. Not just unexpectedly handsome and handsome, but the nineteen year old Chen Canaan, although his body carries a bit of the gangster air of a bottom class gangster, but overall is a very decent and bright young man, so much so that even if he puts aside the influence of the original body's memories, he is completely unable to feel any antipathy towards him, and almost immediately treats him as the closest person to whom he has the closest relationship in this world.

It got dark quickly, and he rinsed out of bed early, staring at the suit hanging over his bed, waiting in boredom for Chen Canaan to knock on the door or climb in through the window.

However, when she waited until after nine o'clock, the granny went into the inner room to rest, but she did not wait for Chen Canaan's report.

He thought about it and decided to go upstairs to find someone.

It was Howie who opened the door, and the small house was quite lively, except for Chen Canaan, four of the five members of the two families were there, including Chen Canaan's dad who was always on the fishing boat.

Seeing Qiao Wen, Chen's father greeted him with a smile, "Ah Wen!"

"Uncle Chen, when did you come back?"

Chen's father said, "I won't be back until this afternoon. Ah Nan isn't home yet, do you want to sit for a while and wait for him?"

Qiao Wen said, "No need, I just came up to see if Nan was back, nothing much."

"Okay, then get some rest early, and when Nan comes back I'll tell him you came to see him."

"Okay, you guys too."

Jovian retreated back to the door, pulling Howie out in the process, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where Nan went?"

Howie sneakily glanced toward a few elders inside, reached out to pull the door shut, and whispered, "I heard that he was called by Master Panther, and I don't know what he's going to do, but he's not back yet."

Jovian frowned and nodded, "Fine, if he comes back, you tell him to come down to me."

"Okay Brother Arwen, go get some rest, I'll tell my brother when he gets back."

Jovian went downstairs and returned to his bed, but tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Chen Canaan this trip to Vietnam is considered to be a great achievement, and Qin Yunfei to write off this matter, naturally, Zhao Shanhai personally have to deal with it.

Except he always felt it wasn't that simple.

He tossed and turned in his tiny wooden bed, worried, and waited until the old wall clock pointed past twelve o'clock, and no big bat in the shape of a man that he knew so well appeared outside the small window of his house.

Meanwhile, in the Lido's VIP room, the head dancer, Garbo, is sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, gazing with interest at the drunken, unaware man on the bed.

Jiabao is to recognize Chen Canaan, Lido dancers there is no one who does not know him, after all, is the most handsome and prosperous society of the four nine boys. Although it is a woman who is used to seeing stinky men, but still will have fantasies about good-looking men, not to mention a never women's handsome boy.

Zhao Ah Si also quietly explains to her that Ah Nam is a child chicken, so she should give him a good meat.

Garbo looked at him for a moment, smiled, and leaned forward, his long, slender fingers coated in danko brushing the collar of his shirt.

However, just as she touched the other party's neck, the person who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, then violently rolled, tumbled down from the other side of the big bed, lying on the edge of the bed as if he was facing a big enemy, looked around, and then nervously looked towards Jiabao who was sitting on the bed, smiling at him, stuttering, "This... . where is this?"

Jiabao gave a flirtatious smile, "Brother Nan, you forgot that it was Master Panther who told me to serve you well tonight."

Saying that, she propped her hands on the bed and crawled towards him with a twist like a beautiful snake, matched with the exquisite makeup on her face, she was a living siren that could make men delirious.

"You wait!" Chen Canaan reached out to stop her movements, rubbing the corner of his aching forehead again, his confused memories falling into place a little.

Time to go back to the evening.

He followed Qiao Wen's instructions and went to the bank to exchange the two men's money into Hong Kong paper, and then went to the stock exchange to exchange it into stocks, and just returned home with the valuable stock certificates in his pockets when he was called to the Revitalizing Martial Arts Hall by Zhao Shanhai's little brother.

He originally thought that Qin Yunfei is after all Zhao Shanhai half adopted son, his trip to Vietnam even if he will make up for it, but to eat a meal of flesh and blood is unavoidable, he has long been prepared.

He is a person who has no other skills, but the ability to resist beatings is absolutely called first-class, and before going to the revitalization of the martial arts school, he also quietly wore a piece of armor on his chest.

It was only when he arrived at the martial arts officer that he realized that the Hexing Society's group of bigwigs, with the exception of Qin Yunfei, who was still recuperating from his injuries, had gathered in one place.

This was the first time he, a four-nine boy, had seen so many bosses around, except for the day he joined the club.

He respectfully made a big bow with Zhao Shanhai, who was sitting on the eunuch's chair, "Master Panther!"

Zhao Shanhai lifted his eyelids and gave him a meaningful look without saying anything, only making a wink towards Uncle Cao next to him.

Uncle Cao nodded his head in understanding and reached out to the spot in front of the shrine, saying, "Chen Canaan, why don't you kneel down."

Chen Canaan knew that he was this to be punished, and honestly knelt to the ground.

Uncle Cao said sternly, "Chen Canaan, you committed a crime and injured Red Stick Qin Yunfei, according to the rules of the gang, the heaviest penalty is sinking into the sea, the lesser penalty is three knives and six holes. However, in view of the fact that you have made great achievements in Vietnam this time, Master Pao is lenient and will only punish you with twenty sticks."

Chen Canaan: "Many thanks to Master Panther."

Uncle Cao nodded towards the two horsemen next to him, and the two of them stepped forward with long sticks in hand.

Although Chen Canaan wore armor, but this armor can only block the blade, for the stick has little effect. He tensed his muscles, transported the qi of the dantian, but in the end it was flesh and blood, although the physique of the martial arts training for many years could ensure that he would not suffer from internal injuries under the clubs, but he could not avoid the pain of the skin and flesh.

Twenty sticks down, he only felt a flaming pain in his spine, and in his heart, he cursed all eighteen generations of Zhao Shanhai's ancestors - it was evident that the four words of loyalty really had nothing to do with him.

Only when the stick punishment ended, Zhao Shanhai revealed his signature smile and said, "Ah Nan, you went to Vietnam to make up for your mistakes, and today you were punished according to the gang rules, and the previous matter of eating and injuring Ah Fei and his stablemates will be written off from now on, and we will all still be good brothers. Master Panther has always been the most cherish talent, since you have the ability to fight ten, but also in Fei above, and then let you go back to be a four nine boy, in the sense of reason can not be said." He gave a slight beat and cleared his throat, "From today onwards, you, Chen Canaan, are the fourth Red Stick of our He Xing Society."

Chen Canaan looked up in shock.

Zhao Shanhai looked at him with a smile and said, "What's wrong Nan? Not happy about being a Red Stick?"

Chen Canaan returned to his senses and hurriedly revealed a look of gratitude, "Many thanks to Master Panther."

The society ordains the Red Stick with a proper set of rituals.

Uncle Cao, who stood beside the square table of the shrine, picked up a wine bowl in one hand and held a wooden stick tied with red silk in the other, and said sternly, "Chen Canaan, lead the way!"

Chen Canaan got up dizzily, crossed the fire pot next to him, knelt in front of the shrine again, took the wine bowl, cut his finger, dripped blood into the wine, drank it all with his head held high, and then took the red stick again, and kowtowed three times towards the statue of Master Guan Er on the shrine.

The ceremony was completed.

It means that he has jumped from a four-nine boy to become the new Red Stick of the Wo Hing Society.

Wo Xing Society is a small society with less than a thousand people, the current red stick was originally only three people, and then up is Jiang Yu Feng, a double flower red stick, which means that from now on, there are only a few people who are higher in rank than him.

Chen Canaan originally only thought to end the dispute with Qin Yunfei, to save his life and the safety of his family, but did not expect to suddenly come to such a peak, because the turn is too big, so that he did not return to God for a long time.

Only to hear Zhao Shanhai speak again, "Ah Nan, you are now a Red Stick, the society's stability has a share of responsibility for you, we in the He Xing Society do not intend to make a grudge against Young Master Zhou, the strife between Young Master Zhou and Fei, you go and settle it, so that he does not find trouble with Fei again."

Chen Canaan: "Understood, Master Panther."

Jiang Yu Feng walked over, patted his shoulder, and whispered, "Nan, congratulations."

Chen Canaan helplessly mocked him with a smile, only feeling that this wooden stick in his hand, which symbolized the status of the Red Stick, was hot to the touch.

When he first joined the Wo Hing Society, he was just trying to make a living, he didn't really want to mix with the gangs, and after hiding his clumsiness for so long, he finally came to this point.

I wonder if Pops will blow his head off if he finds out.

The club appointed a new Red Stick, so naturally they had to celebrate. Zhao Shanhai took all the people to a restaurant to have a feast, and when it got dark, he led Chen Canaan to the Lido to have fun.

Chen Canaan's drinking capacity was originally not bad, but after drinking a few games in a row, in the end could not resist the alcohol, did not finish watching a few dances, was drunk to the point of not knowing.

Wake up again, it's now.

He looked across the bed at the cool-clad beauty, the snow-white waves almost made his brain foggy, and he hurriedly closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, "Jiabao, right? You quickly put your clothes on."

Jiabao ignored him and simply lay down on her side, propping up her cheek with one hand and revealing a flirtatious smile, saying, "Brother Anan, don't I look good in this outfit?"

She wore a rosy red silk halter nightgown with a sexy lace trimmed chest. As Lido's top dancer, Garbo was quite a figurehead, mostly accompanying dancers and rarely spending the night, unless the price was high enough.

No one wants to be a dancer for the rest of their life, if they can keep up with the bigwigs of the Wo Hing Society, they will naturally have a much better life in the future, not to mention a young and pretty boy like Chen Canaan.

Tonight could be a good night.

However, Chen Canaan was beaten twenty sticks, and drank an unknown number of glasses of white wine plus foreign wine, at this time, the head also hurts the body also hurts, which can appreciate the flavor of the head dancer.

He clasped his hands over his head and knocked it hard, frowning bitterly, "I don't know if it's good or not, but that collar of yours is too low, I'm dizzy looking at it."

Jiabao froze, then laughed in a flurry of flowers, thought this was a man's way of flirting, crawled forward again, and was about to get close to Chen Canaan, but the other party retreated backward, ai ai shouted, "You stay away from me, I'm really swooning milk."

After all, Jiabao was a person in the wind and moon scene, and at this moment, she could also see that the other party was indeed not flirting with herself, but was really not interested in her own charms.

She sat up slightly straighter and laughed, "Brother Nan, I heard that you're still a virgin, don't worry, I'll definitely make you horny tonight."

Chen Canaan rubbed his aching back and said angrily, "Who said I was a child chicken!"

Garbo said, "Fourth Brother said so."

"Bah! That's a rumor, Fourth Brother."

Garbo was amused by him, "Not better, we can just play."

Chen Canaan waved his hand and interrupted him, "Let's talk about it later, I'm in pain all over, I can't do anything, you should do whatever you want."

"That won't do, if I walk out right now and people realize that we haven't done anything. Not only will I have no place to put my face as the head girl, but you, Brother Anan, will also be suspected of not being able to do so."

"Who says I can't?" Chen Canaan was furious.

Garbo laughed, "Then prove it!"

Chen Canaan touched his head and lowered his voice, "...... But I really can't tonight."

Jiabao could see that he really wasn't very comfortable, and didn't force himself, giving up his place on the big bed, saying, "Brother Anan, I won't mess with you anymore, you lie down and rest."

Chen Canaan climbed onto the bed and lay on his back, lifted his eyelids to look at the woman sitting next to him, thought for a moment, and said, "Jiabao, you're quite good looking, it's me who's all achy and doesn't have the heart for it."

Although he had never had a heart for a woman yet, it didn't mean that he didn't have the ability to recognize beauty and ugliness, in his opinion, Garbo was indeed very beautiful, and any normal man should not be able to escape her charm. It's just that he himself might not be normal indeed, he doesn't exclude women, but he never seems to have an urge for them.

Jiabao giggled, "If all men were like Brother Anan, my life would be much better."

She was actually still a bit reluctant and tried to show her charms once again, however the man on the bed, soon flopped down on the pillow and fell asleep.

The next morning, Qiao Wen was half asleep and half awake when he was suddenly awakened by the noisy noise of the quarrel upstairs. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the sky seemed to have just dawned, and it turned out to be only six o'clock.

The noise upstairs couldn't be more real, indicating that he wasn't dreaming just now. He rubbed his bleary eyes and sat up, and Granny, who had already gotten up and was preparing breakfast, walked in and sighed, "Aiyo Ah Wen, you're awake? This early in the morning, Anan's father is beating Anan again."

After thinking about it, Qiao Wen got out of bed and shuffled his slippers, "Granny, I'll go upstairs and take a look."

Granny hmmmed, "Ah Nan is such a big boy, how can a father beat him without moving. You go up and persuade your Uncle Chen so that he doesn't lay a harsh hand on Ah Nan."

Jovian nodded, "I understand."

He took three steps up the stairs, and the door to the Chen family's room was open, and it was really a chicken and dog inside. The furious Chen father was holding a chicken feather duster and was furiously beating his son on the ground.

Chen Canaan was such a big man, at the moment holding his head curled up into a ball, like a rolling gopher, on one side to avoid his father's whip, on the other side of the pain of the ghost howling.

Said to dodge, in fact, it is just to make a movement, after all, with his hands, to really dodge, if Chen father's hands of the chicken feather duster is simply impossible to fall on him.

And at that moment, the crackling sounds hurt just to hear.

Howie and his parents were trying to persuade him, but Chen's father was as stubborn as a donkey, the more he persuaded him, the more he fought. Seeing Qiao Wen come in, Howie ran to him and pulled him down, "It's over, my uncle is really angry today."

Jovian asked, "What's going on?"

Howie Road cupped his mouth and said, "You don't know yet, do you? Last night my brother was called by Master Pao to promote him to be the red stick of the Wo Hing Society. And my brother also spent the night with the head dancer, Jia Bao, at the Lido. My eldest uncle is going to be furious when he finds out about this!"

Qiao Wen looked towards Chen's father, the weathered face was really red, even the two eyes were red, an extremely angry look.

"Bunny, you've grown up! You've become a Red Stick, are you going to be a gangster in the future?"

"Dad! I was wrong!" Chen Canaan held his head and screamed, "I didn't want this either!"

Chen father a chicken feather duster hard whip in his back, gasping thick breath: "At first let you study well you do not read, told you to learn a craft you do not learn, had to run to mix the society, said it is good to let everyone not to be bullied, I will also follow you. So your goal is to become a big brother. I think I might as well beat you to death, so as not to let you go out to harm people!" Saying that, practically roaring in pain, "Tell me how I can stand up to your old mother who died early oh!"

Chen father's voice a high and low is already with a bit of crying, visible this unlucky son's behavior is really let him grief, the hands of the force is naturally not small to go.

Although the chances of a chicken feather duster killing a big young man were slim to none, Qiao Wen watched as Chen Canaan huffed in pain, his forehead and cheeks drenched in cold sweat, and when he held his head and lay on the ground, there was still a patch of redness and swelling on his back under the clothes that were lifted up.

This was obviously not just beaten out by Chen's father, presumably because he had been punished last night at Zhao Shanhai's place.

Originally, when his father beat his son, as long as he didn't go too far, he didn't intend to go up and stop him, but at this time, when he saw the injuries on Chen Canaan's body, his heart thumped and he hurriedly went up and blocked in front of him, "Uncle Chen don't fight, Nan still has injuries on his body, so be careful to really break the person."

Chen father naturally did not really want to beat his only son to death, just people in the heat of the moment, the more the family stops the more angry, now down a Qiao Wen, he is finally a little back to God, on the slope of the donkey to stop the hand, lifting the duster towards the ground grunting Chen Canaan trembling pointed, gritted his teeth and said: "If you have half of the A Wen obedient and understanding, I would not be so fast by you to die of anger. "

Qiao Wen helped Chen's father's hand down and said in a warm voice, "Uncle Chen, calm down, I'll take Nan downstairs to rub some medicine on him."

Chen's father also knew that his son had been punished on Zhao Shanhai's side, so he couldn't really feel any pain at all, but on his face, he waved his hand with a look of disgust, "Quickly take him away, don't get in my way here."

Qiao Wen hurriedly picked up Chen Canaan and skipped off on his feet.

Downstairs in the house, the hard-working Grandma Jo has already made breakfast and gone out to the stalls.

Chen Canaan sat on his butt on the cloth sofa, feeling that there wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't hurt, and grunted as he hugged Qiao Wen's arm, "Xiao Qiao, I'm dying of pain."

I don't know if it's his own illusion, Qiao Wen felt that this guy seems to be more and more pampered and playful with himself, it can't be that his subconscious mind can feel that he's actually much older than him, and can be his elder brother.

He pulled his arm out and said, "I'll bring breakfast in, you're smelling of booze, eat something first."

Granny cooked wontons, probably knew that Chen Canaan would be rescued by Qiao Wen downstairs, made two bowls and put them on the narrow stovetop, at the moment it was still hot, the aroma was overflowing. Qiao Wen also took some shrimp skin to put in, carrying two bowls back to the house, placed on the coffee table.

Chen Canaan was originally dying of pain and could not sit still, smelling the aroma, the whole person came back to life in seven or eight points: "It's been a long time since I ate Grandma's wontons, and I kinda want to."

Jovian laughed softly, "Eat up, eat and have a good lie down and rest."

Chen Canaan was indeed hungry, a bowl of steaming hot wontons, two minutes to wind up even the soup was drunk. The hangover faded most of the hard, but the body still hurts badly, he touched his stomach a little bit of food, and when Qiao Wen slowly ate to clean up and wash the dishes, moved to the familiar cot, heavy down, can not wait to sleep head to head to sleep, and will be worried about the Pacific Ocean to go.

Just a burning pain in the back from last night's clubs plus Dad's chicken duster this morning.

Jovian cleaned up and came in, saw him groaning on his pillow, went over and lifted the hem of his shirt, it was still really red and swollen.

"I'll rub some medicine on you."

Chen Canaan twisted his head and said, "Xiao Qiao, why don't you ask my dad why he hit me?"

Qiao Wen walked over with the medicinal wine, sat down next to him, and said in a faint voice, "Isn't it because you've become a Wo Xing Society Red Stick? Howie just told me about it."

"You know that, huh?" Chen Canaan was surprised, "Then why don't you have any reaction? My dad is furious."

Qiao Wen poured the medicinal wine on the red swelling on his back, rubbing it away with the palm of his hand, and in the sound of his wailing in pain, he lightly said, "You went back to Vietnam this time to make a merit, Master Panther's two hundred thousand dollars safely in the bag, and he already knows that you are so capable of fighting, how can you let you go back to continue to be to the four nines of the boy."

Chen Canaan sucked in cool air and said, "I thought that after all, Fei was injured by me, how he is also counted as half of Master Leopard's son, in order for Fei to save face, Master Leopard wouldn't promote me to be a Red Stick so quickly."

Qiao Wen pulled the corner of his mouth in contempt, "When the boss is only looking at the benefits, you can work for him, of course, first to enlist you before. Besides, Qin Yunfei has injured his leg and won't be able to get well for a while, so I guess Master Panther is counting on you to work in Qin Yunfei's place."

Chen Canaan grunted, "Brother Fei does all the dirty work, I'm not doing it." Qiao Wen exerted a little force on his hand, and he let out another backward breath of cold air, "Gently, gently!"

Qiao Wen said: "You chose to join the Hexing Society, is on the boat of others, this road will not be able to make your own decisions. You have no money, no power and not many people, and there are family members, can not be against them, for the time being, first fooled around, we then slowly think of ways."

Chen Canaan flopped back on the bed and said in a jar, "Xiao Qiao, I know you don't like me mixing with the club, don't worry, I won't go do anything harmful."

Qiao Wen smiled, "Of course I believe you." After saying that, he suddenly remembered what seemed to be, and asked, "By the way, Howie said that you spent the night with the head dancer in Lido last night, is it true?"

Author's Note: Nan-chan: I'm not really going to become the boss, am I?

Little Joe: Don't even think about it, I won't allow it.