Some of the night shift female workers who were airing their bedding in the sun in the courtyard also heard Lou Fengyun's words. After seeing Lou Fengyun hurriedly leave and disappear from sight, they immediately huddled together and whispered among themselves.
Sister Xiong picked up the kitchen knife from the ground, her chest heaving violently. She glanced at the gossiping female workers in the distance, then suddenly roared, "Shut up! Anyone who dares to spread rumors, I might not fire you, but I can certainly let her go hungry! The boss is such a kind person, nothing will happen to him!"
"Mr. Ning, tell me, how did the boss get shot... If something happens to him, won't the factory have to close down? Will my wife and I have to find other jobs?" Brother Xiong wiped the sweat from his face and said to Ning Zikun, the master swindler, with a worried expression after listening to his wife's words.
In his eyes, Ning Zikun, the master swindler, was a smart man. Brother Xiong would ask Ning Zikun about many things he couldn't figure out himself.
Ning Zikun stroked his beard, winked at Brother Xiong, then packed up the chessboard and went into his dormitory.
After Xiong Ge followed him inside, Ning Zikun, while tidying up the chess pieces, said, "Boss Song only went to Macau this morning, and it's only afternoon now, less than half a day. What enemies could he have offended in Macau? Besides, he went to see King He Xian of Macau. Would He Xian have someone hurt Boss Song on his turf? If he was kidnapped and taken hostage, there's no reason for the kidnappers to shoot the hostage first. Furthermore, Sister Yun is the factory owner's wife. How could she say such a thing in the yard? If something really happened, she would pretend everything was fine and keep the factory stable. It's not right to make the workers uneasy. I think it's probably a false rumor that Boss Song released to plot against those factories."
"But if you're scheming against those factories that are stealing the boss's business, shouldn't you at least get shot yourself? What can you possibly scheme against them if you get shot?" After hearing Ning Zikun's analysis, Brother Xiong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Song Tianyao didn't get into trouble, and he and his wife could continue to live peacefully in Song Tianyao's factory, nothing else mattered.
Ning Zikun glared at him, twitching his mustache. "If I could figure out what Boss Song is thinking, would I have been dragged to the factory by him? To play chess with you every day?"
Chapter 285 Huang Liu
"Mr. Song." Huang Liu's face was a little paler than usual, but he still had that expression of wanting to laugh but pretending to be serious. He walked to Song Tianyao's hospital bedside, pinching the few stubbles on his chin, and spoke to Song Tianyao, who was sitting by the bedside, holding a newspaper in one hand.
Song Tianyao put down the newspaper and smiled, "Brother Six, is something the matter?"
"Go out for a bit, go out for a bit." Huang Liu waved to the Nine-Tattooed Dragon sitting on a stool at the foot of the bed, indicating that the other party should go to the outer living room first.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon stood with his arms crossed, not moving. "I'll protect Mr. Song..."
"If you could really protect Mr. Song, you wouldn't have given me the chance to kick Mr. Song twice," Huang Liu said, addressing the Nine-Tattooed Dragon.
Ever since Song Tianyao was shot, Nine-Tattooed Dragon had been burning with anger. In Nine-Tattooed Dragon's opinion, Song Tianyao would never have been shot if Song Tianyao Huang Liu, that good-for-nothing, hadn't kicked him. Of course, it was also because he hadn't protected Song Tianyao closely. Song Tianyao had already walked out the door, and Nine-Tattooed Dragon was still walking at the back, picking his teeth.
Provoked by Huang Liu's words, Nine-Tattooed Dragon stood up, threw off his shirt to reveal his muscular physique, and roared at Huang Liu, "If you have the guts, don't use a gun, I'll blow your head off!"
"Ah Long, go to the living room," Song Tianyao said softly to Nine-Tattooed Dragon from his hospital bed.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon glared at Huang Liu resentfully, picked up his coat from the ground, and obediently walked out.
After Nine-Tattooed Dragon left, Huang Liu took out a pistol from his waist, released the safety, and placed it next to Song Tianyao: "Mr. He and my third brother asked me why I kicked you. I said I wanted to use you to take a bullet for Mr. He."
Song Tianyao looked at the pistol with confusion, then at the serious-looking Huang Liu: "I guessed it, you're Mr. He's bodyguard. What? Mr. He. He wants you to shoot me back? I don't know how to fire a gun."
"I was shot twice today, but I was wearing a bulletproof vest. I took it off before coming to see you." Huang Liu, no longer as arrogant and carefree as he had been when he met Song Tianyao, said calmly, "Whether you shoot back or I do it myself, it's no problem. But if Mr. Song doesn't shoot and spares my life, could you take me to Hong Kong to see the world?"
"Is it not good to be by Mr. He's side?" Song Tianyao grabbed the pistol that Huang Liu handed him. He didn't know much about firearms, but he felt that it was ice cold to the touch.
Huang Liu's voice, tinged with a bitter laugh, came from beside the bed. "Mr. He is undoubtedly good to those around him, but even bodyguards want to stand out. You have to ask your boss for opportunities. I don't want to compete with him, and I simply can't. How can I compete? Among the Huang Family members, he was the first to come to Macau to see Mr. He, and he was the first to have a chance to prove himself. Alone, armed with eight guns of varying lengths, he killed six gunmen and drove Mr. He home unharmed from Sanbazai. I could do that too, but how would I prove it? I wasn't the one by Mr. He's side then, so I could only be a nobody, a nobody who does all the work."
"Why think so much about being a bodyguard?" Song Tianyao toyed with the pistol in his hand and said in a nonchalant tone, "You want to come back to Hong Kong with me? You killed two people last time just to show me your abilities? No, you'd better stay in Macau Street and follow Mr. He's orders. I can't stand bloodshed."
"I think Mr. Song, you will become a great man like Mr. He in the future. I've met many wealthy people, and they can find jobs for others after leaving Mr. He, but I always feel that those people don't suit my taste. Only you are ruthless enough, yet you know how to keep your distance. If I were to give my life to you, I would have more opportunities."
"Afraid I wouldn't take you in, so you deliberately said you kicked me because I took a bullet for Mr. He, so you could do me a favor by saving Mr. He? That way, even if you don't value me, you'll value Mr. He's favor?" Song Tianyao looked at Huang Liu.
Huang Liu laughed nonchalantly and scratched his head, "Actually, I really wanted to kick you out, not to get you shot. My position was to block the bullets. But whether it's true or not doesn't matter now. Of course, I have to say it that way, otherwise I won't have much face in front of you. What if you refuse me when I want to go to Hong Kong with you? How embarrassing would that be? You're a businessman. With Mr. He's favor as a bargaining chip, your chances might be better."