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The next day.
At the Mingyue Factory.
By the time Qiao Wen finished work and stepped out of the factory, it was already dusk.
Just as he was planning to take the tram to home, he heard a familiar voice from behind-“Xiao Qiao”.
Following the voice, he turned around and saw Chen Jianan on a brand new motorcycle beside the sidewalk a few meters away, waving to him.
He should have just trimmed his hair, dressed in a denim suit, and a pair of brown sunglasses on his face, looking very flamboyant.
But he has to admit, he’s… really handsome.
And silently thought that the pretty boy Nan really lived up to its name.
Qiao Wen with a smile walked over: “Brother Nan, why are you here?”
Chen Jianan took off his sunglasses and stood up, patted the motorcycle seat behind him, and said, “Come to pick you up from work.”
Qiao Wen tilted his head and looked at the motorcycle: “Did you buy a motorcycle?”
Chen Jianan, “No, Master Leopard gave it to me, saying that it will be more convenient for me to go out and collect the bills in the future.”
Hearing this, Qiao Wen couldn’t help but laugh: “It seems that Lord Leopard really values you a lot.”
Chen Jianan said casually: “Of course he wants me to do things.” As if thinking of something, he added, “Anyway, letting me collect debts and grab territory is not something that will hurt the world, so it’s okay, you don’t have to worry.”
Qiao Wen said: “You just have to be sensible.”
“I must have a sense of measure.” Saying that he got onto the motorcycle and patted the seat behind him with backhand, he was rather excited. “Hurry up, Brother Nan will take you for a ride, I haven’t taken anyone to ride before, and I also drove Haozi away when he wanted to sit, and I leave the first ride for Xiao Qiao.”
Qiao Wen was so touched by how he cared for his younger brother, he sat on the back seat and reached out and hugged his waist and asked, “Where are we going?”
“Let’s go to Xinxin Ice House to eat Niuhe first, and then we’re going to Victoria Harbor to see the scenery.” Chen Jiannan said excitedly, it seems like he already planned about where to go.
“Ok.”
“Sit tight!”
Qiao Wen’s hand holding his waist subconsciously exerting a little force.
The denim jacket on his body was open, and there was only a thin washed out T-shirt inside.
Qiao Wen’s hands happened to be around his waist and abdomen. The young boy had a narrow and thin waist, with firm muscles.
Chen Jianan rode slowly, it was not known whether he was afraid of scaring Qiao Wen or to wander slowly. The two people facing the evening breeze were rarely at ease along the way.
When they arrived at Xinxin Ice Room, the lights were already on.
After parking the bike, Chen Jianan walked in with Qiao Wen. His eyesight and hands quickly occupied a seat. Just after placing the order, two lousy men came over and said, “Oh, isn’t this pretty boy Nan?”
After a glance, Chen Jianan said, “Your big brother’s hand is still not well, right? What? Want to avenge him?”
One of the thick-faced men stepped forward with a flattering smile: “Brother Nan is joking,it’s not like we haven’t seen your ability, where would we dare to be insouciant in front of you. The younger brother is sincere to brother Nan. I admire you very much, and I hope Brother Nan can take care of me in the future. If we’re any use to you just ask.” Then he turned his head and said to the boss, “This table is on my account.”
Chen Jianan was not polite either, and patted the man on the shoulder: “Rotten fish, you’re pretty good.”
After being praised, his face bloomed with a smile: “Who doesn’t know that Kowloon Walled City pretty boy Nan was so powerful. Those who want to worship your dock can queue from here to Victoria Park.”
Chen Jianan glanced at him from the side and said dismissively, “Okay, go back to your temple street, don’t trip me up.”
“I don’t dare to trouble anyone, Brother Nan! Don’t worry, next time you come to our Temple Street, I will welcome you with gongs and drums.”
Chen Jianan sneered: “I’ll remember what you said.”
“Then take your time, I’ll leave you alone.”
Once they left Qiao Wen raised his eyelids, looked at the person across from him who was taking a big sip of Salted Lemon Seven and laughed: “Brother Nan, you’re quite a sight to behold right now, aren’t you?”
Chen Jianan put down the glass, waved his hand, “Don’t listen to these rotten boys’ nonsense..”
Qiao Wen wanted to say something more, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed again. Money and power were all things that could be addictive. He couldn’t expect a 19-year-old boy who grew up in a chaotic slum and barely knows a hundred characters to continue to hold on to his former simple sense and morals after experiencing something resembling fame and fortune.
Seeing his silence, Chen Jianan added: “Xiao Qiao, don’t worry, I won’t help Lord Leopard to kill and set fire.”
“Well, I believe you.” Qiao Wen smiled with relief.
So far, at least, he did believe in Chen Jianaan, but after so much experience, he had to wonder if there was an invisible hand of fate that had been secretly tugging at the plot with him.
After the evening snacks the two walked out of the ice room, Qiao Wen glanced across the street, suddenly remembering something, and asked: “By the way, have you been in contact with Zhou Sir recently?”
Chen Jianan said, “Previously Lord Leopard asked me to reconcile with Zhou Shao on behalf of Hexing Society, so that he should not trouble Brother Fei and the others. I talked to him once, he agreed, after that, I have not met again. After all, they’re police officers, and I’m running out to collect debts and steal territory every day, so it’s not a good thing to encounter them.”
Qiao Wen nodded, thoughtfully.
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