Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Abu Assan is ambitious and enterprising, but lacks experience. He suddenly waded into an area he was not familiar with and wanted to get involved in the gray industry of Assassin Property Company. This was a step too big.

If compared with Zhuang Xuteng, he changed from a forcibly fired assembly line worker to a mercenary, which can be regarded as changing a new track and entering a new field. Zhuang Xuteng was able to succeed because he had the help and guidance of Ge Gongdao, who helped him choose Lucy, the friendliest to newcomers, as a middleman, and also used his own vision and credibility to vouch for him. Lucy was willing to give Zhuang Xuteng a chance, and Zhuang Xuteng seized the opportunity with his own efforts. This led to increasingly tacit cooperation and mutual understanding.

Abu Asan has no nobles to help him. He is like a blind man wandering in a forest full of thorns. The most likely result is an injury. He was inviting guests to discuss matters today, and the people who came knew after a simple test that he had no experience and could not be a partner in a partnership. At best, he could only be a thug who accepted orders and did dirty work. As a result, some pie-in-the-sky and future-oriented tactics that are common in the mercenary industry appeared, and they hit Abu Assan's head one after another.

Zhuang Xuteng was frightened when he heard it next door. He couldn't eat any of these false and empty pies. They were all traps with high risks and low returns that might trap him in the rest of his life. Fortunately, Abu Assan still has some of the vigilance he had during the PCPD period, and he still knows how to ask questions about things he doesn’t understand. As long as he asked more questions and thought more based on the other party's answers, he finally sensed the danger and did not agree to any conditions.

Seeing that Abu Assan didn't take the bait, and they didn't want to give a really good opportunity to such a "newcomer", the talks would definitely break up in the end. The wine was drunk, the woman hugged her, but nothing was agreed upon. The three people who came patted their butts and left. Zhuang Xuteng memorized their appearance and gait characteristics, and also made some guesses based on their clothing and behavior. The three people Abu Assan contacted were very much like middlemen, but they were not middlemen in the field of "mercenary-middlemen", but the kind of middlemen who solved problems for companies or powerful people.

They are not considered white gloves. White gloves are also problem-solving, but more professional. The company already has two pairs of white gloves in Peicheng, one is the constitutional government, and the other is the four major gangs. The "middlemen" Abu Assan met were more like brokers, contractors, and gig market introducers. They often get some dirty and broken jobs that cannot be solved by the constitutional city government. They have to let gangs deal with them without worrying about the negative consequences, and the problems are too small and not worthy of the company's personal action. This kind of neither good nor bad thing feeds a group of people. They count nothing and have no organization. They can just use and throw away, but they can make a lot of money.

Abu Asan was very unhappy when he failed to negotiate a "business"; he spent money on drinks but couldn't package them, so he couldn't waste it, right? He drank out of depression. The drinks here are mixed with safety blue. Drinking too much can easily make people very relaxed and lose their vigilance. Zhuang Xuteng listened to the movement next door, thought about it carefully, and felt that this was a good opportunity to get close to Abu Assan.

As a showman, he answered the phone first and concocted a plot in which the person he wanted to invite failed to come through. Afterwards, he lost his temper, making sure that his complaints and curses could be heard by Abu Assan next door. After a while, the waiter at the nightclub brought him the VIP ID card. He took the opportunity to lose his temper again, then threw away his hands and went to the toilet. When Zhuang Xuteng came back, he staggered to the "wrong" booth and sat directly next to Abu Asan. While asking him to pour the wine, he also asked him: "Where is that woman?"

"You're on the wrong track!" Abu Asan waved to Zhuang Xuteng with a red face and squinting eyes.

"Is this the service attitude after you received the money?" Zhuang Xuteng raised his hand and slapped him. Abu Asan reflexively wanted to block it, but he was doing mental calculations and not paying attention. How could Zhuang Xuteng let him block the plot he arranged. The slap was crisp and loud, leaving a bright red slap mark on Abu Assan's face, almost knocking him awake from his drink.

"I'll do it!" Abu Asan rushed forward and immediately punched Zhuang Xuteng. Zhuang Xuteng was waiting for this moment. He held his head to dodge, protected the vital parts of his upper body with his elbows, used his legs to limit Abu Asan's attack, and even caused timely damage to his vital parts. At the same time, he deliberately hit the partition wall of the booth, kicked over the table, and kicked the wine bottle towards the center of the stage where the performance was being performed.

The nightclub immediately intervened when the commotion broke out. Bodyguards and thugs gathered around and pulled the two people away. The waiter apologized to the people around him and cleaned up the mess. Zhuang Xuteng and Abu Asan were dragged into an empty small room, watched by bodyguards, and asked to sober up.

Zhuang Xuteng has performed more roles than Abu Asan. Even if his face is bruised and swollen, it is because he deliberately moved his face closer and received those punches that were not strong but very effective. He definitely didn't suffer any broken bones or more serious injuries, but he looked miserable and completely like a victim. Abu Asan, who looked strong and complete, seemed to have the upper hand, but he was secretly kicked a few times by Zhuang Xuteng. It was not visible on the outside, but there was a faint pain on the inside.

"what happened?"

Someone came over to ask, and Zhuang Xuteng complained that the escort he hired had a bad service attitude and even skipped work midway. "The most annoying thing is that I slapped you and you dared to fight back!"

"Look, are you calling the escort you hired?"

Zhuang Xuteng was stunned for a moment and said "Hmm". The acting was natural and flawless. He squinted his eyes and looked at Abu Assan, performing a complete set of actions from surprise to embarrassment, and then forcibly resolving the embarrassment.

"Oops, I saw the wrong person!" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head with a smile, and then forced his respect: "But why are you in my booth? Where are my two escorts? Were you driven away?"

"You fucking went to my booth! You went to the wrong place! You idiot!" Abu Asan roared three times, and there was a dull pain in his crotch three times. He was immediately a little discouraged, but he couldn't show it, so he could only mutter: "I'm really unlucky today..."

"Did I go to the wrong place?" Zhuang Xuteng pointed at his nose and asked the nightclub security guard: "Did I really go to the wrong place?"

"Yes, you two are next to each other, and you are walking in the wrong direction. And you slapped someone first. How are you going to solve it?"

"Oops, I'm really sorry." Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and said, "Since it was me who caused it, I will pay for any spills. But empty bottles cannot be counted as full...wait a minute, No! When I went back to the booth, why didn't my two escorts come over to accompany me? Shouldn't they lead me back? I went to the next table, and the two of them just watched and didn't care about anything? "

Zhuang Xuteng was just deliberately interrupting. He did it on purpose, and with Qifan's martial arts skills, the two escorts didn't react at all, and a thunderous fight broke out next door. Later, Zhuang Xuteng continued to find excuses, such as that he was injured more often and they all happened in the store. The nearest escort didn't come over to protect him. The bodyguard in the store arrived late, but still managed to pull him away. I just signed up for VIP, is this the quality of service? How to build consumer confidence?

Abu Asan rolled his eyes while listening, feeling funny and angry. Of course, he was also worried about Zhuang Xuteng. He said to himself: Idiot, don’t you know that the Canghuo Gang is behind this nightclub? Who are you to talk nonsense here? Aren't you afraid of being put in a sack and thrown into the Pei River to feed the fish?

In fact, seeing a guy like Zhuang Xuteng who has no stage fright and can mess around, it is difficult to deal with it in the nightclub. If you encounter an honest person, you can scare them. If you encounter an unruly person, there is reason to beat them up. Zhuang Xuteng just talked but didn't do anything, and didn't give it a reason to attack. He just talked about responsibility, compensation, service attitude... Which of these three topics is the gang good at? not a single one!

"Okay! As long as you two can work it out. This is Yakuza, not Fight Club."

"How to join the fight club?" Zhuang Xuteng said with a smile, and then received a pair of blank eyes.

The two people were sent out of the small room. The first time he returned to the lobby on the first floor, Zhuang Xuteng grabbed Abu Asan and said, "Sorry, I was wrong before, it was a misunderstanding. To express my apology, I will pay for your table's consumption, and then I will treat you to some food." How about a drink?"

"No need." Abu Asan frowned and observed Zhuang Xuteng, feeling that he suddenly seemed to be a different person compared to the one in the small room just now.

"I drank too much before, and more importantly, I was fooled. I originally wanted to expand my business here, but the people I invited didn't come." Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "I want to get along well in Peicheng these days. It’s really not easy. If you are in a hurry, I won’t delay you. I will finish my time as an escort and then go back.”

Abu Assan was just about to leave when he suddenly thought of a key point: If he left at this time, would he just forget about the sentence "I will pay for the consumption of your table"? Although I am not greedy for this small advantage...well, this advantage is actually not small, so why not be greedy? Abu Asan forcibly twisted his legs that were about to leave, and sighed, saying, "So it turns out that you are not doing well either! Alas, I feel uncomfortable too, and my hand was a bit heavy. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, we don't know each other without fighting!" Zhuang Xuteng stretched out his hand, shook hands with Abu Asan, and said: "Sen Steel, implant doctor, I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Abu Assan, just call me Abu."

"Abu! Okay, it's good if you can deal with him!" Zhuang Xuteng dragged him to his booth and asked the two escorts who had been idle all night to sandwich Abu Asan on the left and right. He noticed that Abu Asan was a little embarrassed and might push the two men and women away, so he called the waiter in time and said that all the purchases next door would be counted here and he would cover them all.

In this way, Abu Asan is embarrassed to say that this is not possible and that is not possible. After all, eating people is short of mouth and taking people is short of hands. Zhuang Xuteng took the opportunity to chat with him, getting closer and talking slowly.

Abu Asan's mood was up and down today. Safety Blue also lowered his vigilance. Coupled with the joy of hugging him, his brain capacity was obviously a bit insufficient. In addition, Zhuang Xuteng had been chatting with him about the topic of "It's hard to live in Peicheng and it's hard to make money", which completely resonated with Abu Assan. Later, Zhuang Xuteng didn't need to take the initiative to guide him, and he started talking non-stop.

The life of the PCPD, the terrifying explosions, the injustice of Chief Pace...Abu Assan felt that he was always the victim. Zhuang Xuteng pretended to express concern and suggested that he should find an opportunity to leave the industry where he could not make money.

"Just like me!" Zhuang Xuteng said: "I am good at treating side effects of implants, but the place I was in was not fair. Why should I just go out and do it on my own! Although I have to ask for help, but I will always earn more than before. In the past, I couldn’t afford to spend money in this kind of nightclub.”

Abu Asan was exposed to his weakness of "fear of poverty", and he also felt that Zhuang Xuteng was on the same road as him, and had gone some way earlier than him, and was doing better than him. Isn't this exactly what he needed? He then asked Zhuang Xuteng how to leave the hospital, what kind of problems he would encounter, how to avoid problems, etc.

At this time, Zhuang Xuteng was particularly grateful to Ge Gongdao for telling him the stories. As long as you piece together the stories about the mercenary industry, you can completely deal with Abu Assan, and even make him fascinated by it. Afterwards, Zhuang Xuteng said: "Everyone's situation is different. Different starting states, different industry fields and different abilities will all have an impact. I just talk about it, tell stories and brag, it's okay, but I really want to give it to you It’s not necessarily enough to give an opinion.”

"Brother Sen," Abu Asan has been coaxed into being brothers by Zhuang Xuteng. He is actually older than Zhuang Xuteng, but the face of Dr. Sen, disguised as Zhuang Xuteng, looks older than him, so he didn't notice the flaw at all. Abu Asan said: "Brother Sen, you can definitely help me. I think you have seen the world and what you say is right. Just tell me more!"

"It's not interesting for me to talk nonsense here. It's like discussing a disease. It's useless to talk about theories. You have to look at actual cases." Zhuang Xuteng poured the wine and said with a smile: "Why don't you talk about your situation, let me Can I give you some bad advice?"

Abu Assan nodded and began to talk about what happened during the time he left the PCPD and found a new place to stay. He did not mention any specific names, times, places, etc. Information was either withheld or deliberately obfuscated.

It's a pity that this method is useless against Zhuang Xuteng. He has completed the basic background investigation of Abu Asan with the help of Nightingale and Yanque. With the surveillance video of the murder scene, Zhuang Xuteng can completely "decipher the code" and restore what happened as he stated.

Abu Assan left the PCPD to join the Assassin Company. Without the guarantee of a noble person like Gogong Dao, he could only "transfer his name." According to his point of view, without money and power, there is no guarantee. He can only create a handle according to the wishes of "some people" and hand it over to "some people", which can be regarded as a mortgage guarantee for himself. From then on, he was controlled by others; but only by being controlled by others can he make money in the hands of others.

"It was very frustrating to do this." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head first, then frowned, looking distressed. "My advice is... Oops, it's a little late, so I might not be able to help."

"Not too late, not too late, you tell me!"

"Eat based on your ability and invest in technology." Zhuang Xuteng said: "I don't know what kind of business you are in. At least in my industry, you can use your skills in medical treatment and surgery. Find investors, make bets, and get a sum of money. This is the serious way to start the work. I am a little better than you, and I have accumulated some experience before going it alone. Moreover, everyone uses implants, so no one needs an implant doctor."