Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 198 Jiang Hui's Entrepreneurship History

Jiang Ming looked at the phone number in his cell phone, wondering whether he should inform his older brother and sister that Jiang Sipao was coming to Jiangwen Street.

But finally gave up.

Jiang Si was not talking about the common awkward things like sisters slandering each other. She really hated Jiang Si.

I haven't seen you for so long, but I still hate you.

I feel annoyed when I see that face that never knows what it's thinking, and that kind of tentative and cautious kindness is even more incomprehensible.

They are the next generation of Jiang Hui, and will be the successors of this great force in the future.

Their father raised them, so they should focus all their energy on maintaining the family and even this power. Why would they have so much time to worry about other things?

"Tsk, just fend for yourself out there." Jiang Ming muttered unhappily, then took the elevator to the first floor.

As soon as I got to the street outside, I suddenly saw a figure falling down with a red silk thread hanging on it.

Jiang Si landed on the ground with the zombie. After turning his head to glance at Jiang Ming, he went to the side of the overturned van to check it out.

Jiang Ming inexplicably felt like he was being ridiculed.

He had to take the elevator, and just as he reached the bottom of the building, Jiang Si floated down lightly.

She shook her head suddenly, walked to the side of the road, got into a car, slammed the door and left.

The driver was a sturdy man with a fierce look, but he was wearing a decent suit. When he started the car, he glanced into the distance and said, "Is that the second young lady?" His voice was different from his appearance. Although it was full of energy, it sounded very gentle.

"Yeah." Jiang Ming replied in a muffled voice, leaning against the car door.

"Although I just saw you during the Chinese New Year, I feel like you've changed a lot after not seeing you for half a year," said the driver with a smile.

"You understand now?" Jiang Ming squinted and looked at the rearview mirror inside the car.

The driver said, "Hahaha, I wouldn't dare."

"What do you think has changed about her?" Jiang Ming asked.

"Strength, and some changes in mentality. I feel like I'm gradually finding what I want."

"Wow, what are you analyzing? It's a bit disgusting. Be careful or I'll complain to my dad." Jiang Ming made an exaggerated vomiting gesture.

"I have a license as a psychologist, Miss Third." The driver said helplessly, "Except for Miss Second's situation, I can't do anything about it. I have done my duty to all the young ladies and gentlemen."

"Stop making so much noise, speed up! Those monkeys from the Blood String Group dared to reach out to the Jiang Club, whether intentionally or not, they will have to pay the price." When he said the last part, Jiang Ming's face revealed true bloodthirsty cruelty, just like all the violent residents.

……

"Her target is the Blood String Group." Jiang Si was looking at the van accident scene and suddenly spoke up.

Zheng was slapping the zombie for fun, and turned around when he heard this: "What?"

"These people on motorcycles are from the Blood Strings." Jiang Si held up a corpse with a shattered head and found a simple little badge with a red musical score.

"Jiang Ming's mobility is not that good. Her car was parked at the intersection just now. It was there before I got here. This means that she had planned to wait here to hunt those people."

Zheng Fan came to the side of the van and asked: "If those people are the Blood String Group, then what are these people?"

"Ronghe Society." Jiang Si also gave the answer, "They have a gold thread pinned to the inside of their belts. This is a characteristic of a relatively old underworld force in Jiangwen Street."

"A conflict between forces." Zheng Fan shrugged, not feeling surprised.

"What is the conflict between the Ronghe Society and the Blood String Group?" Jiang Si pondered.

Zheng Fan glanced at the suitcase held by Jiang Si: "The Changsheng Society, right?" "Huh?"

"Zombies have targeted effects on vitality, whether they are sucking it or corroding it with corpse poison. At present, it is impossible to counterattack easily except to cover it with power of other colors. But if it is simply used to target someone else, poison is obviously not as useful as a bullet. The large-scale purchase of venom does not seem to be intended for assassination, so it is probably aimed at some opponents who rely on vigorous vitality." Zheng Fan said.

Jiang Si thought it made sense.

"You said that Ronghehui is an old-established force in Jiangwen Street, while Changshenghui is an emerging force. This is a natural contradiction. Furthermore, the Blood String Group and Changshenghui are in a close cooperative relationship, so everything fits together."

After Zheng Fan casually expressed his thoughts, he clapped his hands to applaud himself.

Jiang Si clapped his hands twice in cooperation.

"Roar..." The zombie beside him lowered his head.

Snapped!
Then Zheng Fan slapped him in the face.

Zombie:?
What did it do?

"But compared to all this, I'm still more curious about the source of the corpse poison. Please do something more. If everything goes well, maybe we'll spare your life after this." Zheng Fan put on a hand puppet and dangled it in front of the zombies.

But now the zombies no longer dare to look directly at this evil black sparrow hand puppet.

Because if you open your eyes and look at it, it will slap you in the face.

Snapped!
Well, you will still get hurt even if you don’t watch it.

"Then let's get in touch?" Jiang Si suddenly said.

Zheng Fan turned around and saw Jiang Si taking out a smartphone from a corpse. He found a deleted email from about twenty minutes ago in it. The content had been destroyed by a special program in the phone, but Jiang Si managed to find the contact information after fiddling around with it a bit.

Zheng Fan looked at his phone, then looked at Jiang Si: "Didn't you say you were bad at electronics?"

"I am."

"Then how did you just activate the confidentiality program set up in someone's phone?"

"It's just a matter of clicking randomly. It seems like electronic products aren't that difficult. But the first time I touched a mobile phone, I accidentally sold all of my dad's account information to a scammer. Since then, I've had a psychological trauma about mobile phones."

"I think you should have some psychological trauma. What happened to those scammers in the end?"

"After they received the account number, they returned it respectfully. Some of the money they had taken was even returned with interest. When they contacted my dad, they cried and said, 'Sorry, boss, we didn't recognize it'."

"It turns out that he is one of our own?"

"Jiang Hui won't do fraud, because Dad feels that money gained by cheating is not as good as money gained by being chopped." Jiang Si glanced at him.

Zheng Fan keenly captured this: "Why do I feel it's not that simple?"

"Well, actually, my dad's initial motivation for starting his own business was that his family was defrauded of a large amount of property, which led to the destruction of his family and he became a gangster boss in anger, so he made a clear distinction between himself and certain industries he didn't like. But it was very embarrassing for Boss Jiang Hui to have been defrauded in the first place, so he actually rarely told his family members about it." Jiang Si spoke out his father's dark history without any burden.

Although this is probably not considered dark history.

On the contrary, I feel it is a very refreshing article. Zheng Fan kind of wants to read the entrepreneurial history of Jiang Si's father.

"Then why did he tell you?"

"Because I was also cheated, although the things that were cheated away were his, and he told me this story while he was hanging me up and whipping me."

After saying that, Jiang Si and Zheng Fan stared at each other for a long while.

Zheng Fan thought about what he should say to summarize this short story, so he said: "I think violent love does have its reasons."

(End of this chapter)