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The opium warehouse incident created a good opportunity for Ding Sicheng, who effortlessly regained the trust he had in Bai Qihong's heart.
It was just after dinner time, and there was some movement in the hall downstairs.
Hua Ting tiptoed her head out of the corridor on the second floor, and Ding Sicheng's thin and hunched figure appeared in the lobby of Bai Mansion again.
He was wearing a simple shirt and trousers, with his jacket casually draped on his arms.
He still had some familiar little movements when he spoke, whether he was answering questions asked by Bai Qihong or thinking about something by himself.
I always scratch the bottom of my right ear and the little finger on my left hand.
The golden fingertips shined particularly dazzlingly under the light of the hall; after not seeing him for a long time, Ding Sicheng's figure looked thinner than before.
Although he was a newlywed, there was no hint of joy on his face, maybe Standing in front of this truly top tycoon in Shanghai, no one can laugh.
Hua Ting looked at Ding Sicheng's silhouette in the corridor.
Although she would still recognize him as Ding Yaoyi, at this moment she told herself rationally that she had seen enough of Ding Sicheng's flattering smile this year.
It is absolutely impossible for Zhang’s sinister and cunning face to It's Ding Yaoyi.
How could a cunning, cunning and flattering guy be the innocent Ding Yaoyi with a strong sense of justice?
This can be judged not only from his voice, but also from his personality alone.
You can tell that the two are not on the same page at all. superior.
If she still had the chance to travel back in time, she would definitely tell Ding Yaoyi personally what kind of person his great-grandfather was.
But, does she still have a chance to travel back in time?
"Find something?"
In the hall, Bai Qihong's voice was horribly low, like a low roar coming from his chest, like a lion about to go into action.
Ding Sicheng clumsily lit a cigar for him, leaned down slightly with a smile on his face, and whispered something into his ear, which made him furious, "They were right."
The veins on the back of Bai Qihong's hands are bulging, and his whole body is full of killing intent.
Ding Sicheng was shocked by his momentum and unconsciously took two steps back.
His voice was full of caution, "The black Delinger left at the warehouse scene is confirmed to belong to Mr.
Cai. " The black Delinger pistol Hua Ting once inadvertently took aim at Cai Bingrong’s waist gun.
It was definitely a black Delinger, but why was it left in the warehouse and not burned?
"Is there a half-moon-shaped gap on the handle of the gun?"
Bai Qihong's anger ignited the air around him, filling the entire hall with a dangerously hot atmosphere, all he needed was a flame.
"Yes."
Ding Sicheng replied softly.
"Ha" the corners of Bai Qihong's mouth curved up, a sarcastic smile appeared, and he threw the tea cup in his hand to the ground.
With a "bang" sound, the tea lid tilted and the tea foam splashed out, scaring everyone in Bai Mansion.
The servant's heart skipped a beat.
Bai Qihong's attack was unexpected by Hua Ting.
Ding Sicheng stiffened his face and looked at Bai Qihong's expression carefully.
Before Bai Qihong started to curse, a man in black came into the hall.
He handed a palm-sized object wrapped in a layer of black cloth into Bai Qihong's hand.
Perhaps affected by the atmosphere around him, the man in black There was also a bit of trembling in his movements.
Before the black cloth was lifted, Hua Ting had already guessed that it was Cai Bingrong's black Delinger pistol, but she couldn't figure out why Cai Bingrong's personal pistol appeared at the scene of the incident.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
Bai Qihong frowned deeply, lowered his head and carefully examined the Delinger in his hand, then suddenly pulled out the magazine and looked at the number of bullets inside.
Could it be that Cai Bingrong was also present near the opium den on the night of the incident?
Otherwise, with Chen Shu's character, it would be impossible for him to be careless enough to leave such an important thing at the scene.
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Bai Qihong's eyes became deeper and deeper.
He was obviously so angry that his chest was trembling, but he was pretending to be calm, and he even gave a sarcastic smile from time to time.
His look made Hua Ting faintly aware of an ominous premonition.
According to previous inferences, this is more like a precursor to a storm.
Bai Qihong finally stood up from his boss chair and said in a sinister tone to the bodyguard in black beside him: "Make an appointment for me with the surname Cai.
See you at the dock at 8 o'clock."
"yes."
The coolness of the spring night filled the entire Bai Mansion.
The shadows of the dancing trees in the front yard swayed slightly.
Occasionally, a few leaves fell to the ground and were swept away by the cool breeze.
It is clearly spring, but the weather in Shanghai is as dry as autumn.
After the pattering rainy season, the day becomes a bit eerie and cold.
It seems that it is stained by the desolation of the war this year.
Even the leaves of the sycamore trees have fallen in early.
In this depressing night.
Hua Ting put on the windbreaker she had worn at Zhao Yiran's house that day, and followed Bai Qihong out the door.
After Bai Qihong's car drove a hundred meters away, she got into Lu Jinnian's car with confidence.
It was exactly 8 o'clock when we arrived at Shiliupu Pier.
Hua Ting found an abandoned old factory close to the pier to hide.
The location of this old factory was only less than 50 meters away from the pier.
From this door facing the Huangpu River, Looking out of the old wire windows, the scene on the other side of the pier can be described as unobstructed.
Cai Bingrong, who was wearing a green Chinese robe, stood facing the rolling Huangpu River with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Thinking back to the scene when the four still slightly unfamiliar Shanghai tycoons met at the dock, the corners of his mouth unconsciously drew a smile.
A genuine yet thin smile.
However, walking slowly behind him was Bai Qihong, who was wearing a gray felt hat to cover up his murderous face.
Hua Ting's heart tightened.
Could it be that Bai Qihong wanted to kill Cai Bingrong directly at the dock?
When he heard the footsteps, Cai Bingrong turned around with a kind smile on his face: "Brother Bai asked me to come to Shiliupu Pier today for something?"
"What do you think?"
Bai Qihong sneered inwardly, but didn't show it on his face.
Cai Bingrong, who didn't notice anything unusual, still looked like he was recalling the past, and said with a smile: "I should have brought a pot of wine."
Bai Qihong slowly took off his hat, with a cold face and a cold heart, and the sarcasm in his eyes was not concealed, "Cai Bingrong, are you still in the mood to drink?"
"Why?"
Bai Qihong rarely called him by his full name, but Cai Bingrong was stunned for a moment.
"I asked you to come to the dock today.
You should know what's going on."
Bai Qihong had a smile on his face, but his heart was freezing and dying inch by inch.
Doubts shrouded Cai Bingrong's eyes like thick fog, "What's wrong?
What happened?"
"What's the matter?"
Bai Qihong's nose twitched slightly, "Cai Bingrong, where is your gun?"
"With the gun" Cai Bingrong subconsciously groped for his waist, his smile froze at the corners of his eyes, "I lost it half a month ago.
I was planning to find a good one among these arms, what?"
"Lost it."
Bai Qihong released his clenched fist, took out the black Delinger from his sleeve, and flashed it in front of Cai Bingrong's eyes, "Can you explain why your gun is in my hand?"
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Cai Bingrong came closer and took a closer look.
It was his gun, but why did it appear in Bai Qihong's hand?
"Brother Bai, my gun was lost half a month ago.
This is a well-known thing.
How come it is now?"
It's in your hand."
Cai Bingrong had doubts in his eyes and was about to reach out to take it, but Bai Qihong held it tightly in his hand.
"Why is your gun in my hand?
It's better to ask yourself."
Bai Qihong's expression against the light couldn't be clearly heard.
All he knew was that there was a deep sigh in his tone, "I I originally thought that working with you again after ten years would repair the relationship between you and me, but unfortunately you disappointed me again."
Bai Qihong shook his head after saying this.
Cai Bingrong was even more confused by his words, "Brother Bai means" "Ha" a sneer came from Bai Qihong's chest, "Let me tell you, how could you suddenly think of getting close to me, either to curry favor with me or because of what you did today?
I really underestimated you. " Cai Bingrong is a smart man.
After hearing what he said, he understood the general outline of the matter, "Brother Bai means that the opium warehouses that were burned down several times in succession were caused by me, Cai Bingrong."
"Don't act in front of me," Bai Qihong twirled the gun in his hand, and the reflection of the gun handle reflected the doubts in Cai Bingrong's eyes across from him, "You have done this kind of thing like burning opium warehouses ten years ago.
It wouldn’t be surprising to do it again after the new year.”
"Ten years ago" Cai Bingrong's voice lowered.
"Why do you want to forget about what happened ten years ago?"
Bai Qihong stared at Cai Bingrong with a pair of eyes filled with rare hatred.
It is conceivable that he still can't let go of what happened ten years ago. , "If you hadn't set fire to my opium warehouse ten years ago, which prevented me from going to the dock to find Yiran, how could I have lost contact with her for ten years?"
"It was my fault ten years ago," Cai Bingrong interrupted, "However, things should be put in the same place.
Burning down your warehouse ten years ago has nothing to do with this matter today."
"Oh, what does it matter?"
The little bit of friendship left in Bai Qihong's eyes disappeared completely at this moment.
"What good will it do me to destroy you?"
Cai Bingrong thought clearly, unlike Bai Qihong who was so angry that he lost his mind.
"If I destroy you, what will happen to my arms business?
Do you think I am so stupid?"
"I don't know if you have secretly paved the way, but can you explain why your gun was left at my warehouse?"
"Brother Bai, don't you know this?
This matter is clearly framed."
Hua Ting's heart trembled.
She stared at the dark night outside.
The soft and lonely moonlight shone on the head of Cai Bingrong, who was dressed in Tsing Yi.
The purple centipede in the right eye was twisting vaguely because of anger.
At this moment He seemed to have guessed something, just as Hua Ting thought.
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