Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 138 Kites
Gao Sancheng was a man of great skill but with great care. After making all the arrangements, he hung up the phone and looked at Yang Hao with a serious face, "Haozi, there has always been a tradition in the Yaozi Club. If you want to control these shares in an upright manner, you can't let people gossip about you."

"I?"

Yang Hao was a little stunned, and at the same time... a little hesitant.

After all, the Yaozi Society is a mafia-like gang and it might collapse one day.

"Otherwise, you can only be the person behind the scenes and let Xiaoliu take charge of everything, so that no one will gossip, but..." Gao Sancheng paused and didn't continue. But what? It was self-evident that he didn't trust Xiaoliu very much.

Although Xiaoliu is loyal to Gao Sancheng now, he has a lot of evil intentions and might do something bad.

Tang Miaomiao also nodded in agreement. "Third brother is right, Haozi, if you are not on the list of the Yaozi Society and you control the shares of the Yaozi Society, those old guys will use this to make a fuss. Besides, it will not convince the public."

"Let me think about it."

Yang Hao was not in a hurry to express his opinion.

However, Gao Sancheng had already assumed his consent and said, "Miaomiao, there is no time to lose. Take Haozi to find Lao Song tomorrow. I will contact Xiaoliu and arrange for him to perform a ceremony."

Then, Gao Sancheng explained some details and precautions.

The roster of the Harrier Society has always been in the hands of a man named Liu Lao, who is overseas. This roster is also very important. It lists in detail all the members of the Harrier Society, including the deceased members. Once this kind of thing is obtained by someone and reported, everyone will be caught.

After finishing all these, Gao Sancheng disappeared into the night alone.

The next day, Tang Miaomiao took Yang Hao to a small alley and went deeper into the alley until they came to a tattoo shop. This crappy shop was located so far away in the alley, it deserved to have little business.

There was only an old man with a goat beard in the tattoo shop, and Tang Miaomiao called him "Grandpa Song" sweetly.

On the way here, Tang Miaomiao had already introduced the name of the tattoo shop owner to Yang Hao. His name was Song Qingnian, and he was over 60 years old. From the beginning of the Kites Club to the present, all the members' kite tattoos were done by him.

He is not good at tattooing other patterns because he is purely hand-painted. There is a saying in the tattoo industry that every tattoo master is an artist with a very high level of painting skills.

The kite pattern hand-painted by Song Qingnian is vivid and even more lifelike after being embellished with brush and ink.

Some tattoo shops nowadays are rubbish. They generally use machines to print out the patterns, which is not up to standard. Therefore, this also led to Mr. Song Qingnian only offering one kind of totem, which is the kite.

This bird shop is really shabby, but it is unique and antique because the house is full of various patterns, and without exception, they are all birds of prey, all kinds of strange and bizarre. These totems alone make the house feel solemn and murderous.

Song Qingnian was wearing a pair of reading glasses. It was the coldest time of the year, and his bird shop had no business. He was sitting by the stove, watching a movie with great interest. When he saw Tang Miaomiao and Yang Hao coming, he smiled and said, "Sit down."

Because he had already called in advance, Song Qingnian was not surprised. However, when he saw Yang Hao, he was still surprised. He adjusted his reading glasses and said with a smile, "I heard a long time ago that Zheng Jiu, the leader of the Yaozi Society in Nanmen Bridge, died. He was a student of 18 or 19 years old. I didn't expect he was really so young."

Yang Hao smiled and nodded as a greeting.

Song Qingnian said, "If you like any of the patterns here, just tell me. I'm old now, and it's hard for me to redraw some of the patterns. I might make mistakes."

"OK."

Yang Hao stood up and started to choose, but he was still a little reluctant, so he was very hesitant, "Boss Song..."

"Just call me Lao Song."

"Okay, Old Song, I saw on the Internet that there is a kind of tattoo that is usually invisible, but under certain circumstances, it will emerge and be lifelike." Song Qingnian raised his head, glanced at Yang Hao, and sneered, "Yes, there is, you are talking about pigeon blood tattoos, but those that cause allergies are not dared by most people. Think about it, using animal blood as paint and tattooing it on your body, are you safe? What if there is a reaction to it? Do you know how long the blood vessels in the human body are?"

Yang Hao shook his head. He really didn't know this because he was against tattoos.

“If all the blood vessels of a person were connected together, they could circle the earth’s equator two and a half times, you know? It can be said that every inch of your skin is covered with dense blood vessels. Once I tattoo you with pigeon blood, if it seeps into your blood vessels and merges with your blood, the consequences will be disastrous.” Song Qingnian had professional ethics and explained the interests involved in detail.

Yang Hao was slightly disappointed, thinking that there was no way to avoid this damn tattoo.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingnian changed the subject and said with a smile, "Do you really want to get a tattoo that can't be seen normally?"

"Yes, I'm a student. Lao Song, do you think it's really good for me to have tattoos like this?" Yang Hao was also helpless. He was disgusted by tattoos from the bottom of his heart.

Song Qingnian nodded: "I do have similar pigments here, but they are expensive. Other people who get tattoos want everyone to know, but you do the opposite, afraid that others will know."

As he spoke, he began to introduce his paints.

To put it bluntly, this pigment is actually used for embellishment, not specifically for tattooing.

For example, sometimes, customers want a tattoo that changes, such as a kite spreading its wings. Under normal circumstances, the kite will not move, but after drinking or sweating, the kite pattern will change and be embellished with other pigments, making it lifelike.

"Young man, you have to think carefully. A tattoo will stay with you for the rest of your life. Even if you wash it off...tsk tsk, with the current means, it will still leave scars."

Yang Hao smiled bitterly, thinking that he had no choice.

Then, Yang Hao carefully selected a kite pattern. The patterns here all have one characteristic, that is, they are very large, covering a large area, probably from the chest to the shoulders and back.

After choosing the pattern, Old Man Song went to copy one, and then asked Yang Hao to take off his clothes. Fortunately, there was a fire in the stove and the whole room was heated, otherwise this weather...tsk tsk.

This is a delicate job.

Although it looks like a hidden tattoo, in fact you can still see some totem patterns on the surface, but they are very shallow and cannot be seen without careful observation.

Tang Miaomiao watched from the side with great interest.

I have been busy all morning and have only finished half of it. I haven't started coloring yet.

By the time we finished our work, it was dark.

"18888, not a penny less." After finishing his work, Song Qingnian was exhausted. He asked for nearly 2 yuan. Because the price had been negotiated in advance, Yang Hao did not lower the price and paid it readily.

Stand in front of a mirror and watch.

Well, there is a very faint pattern, which can be seen if you look closely, so it cannot be considered completely invisible.

Song Qingnian took out a bottle of Lao Baigan from the drawer and said, "Drink it and see my cooking skills."

"OK."

(End of this chapter)