Chapter 6 - Memories (Part 2)

"Xijing Jiasuo" is located in Dongcheng District, which is rich in land, and is adjacent to a former courtyard house. This ground faces the central area, backed by the garden, with a quiet environment and explosive content. Its not only can satisfy the high society's "easy and elegant" face, but also has no shortage of fun-seeking places. It is favored by the majority of gentlemen and ladies. In just a few years, it has become the number one high-end club in the city.

　　Xijing Jiasuo has a large area, and the courtyard is divided into two. The front is the normal entertainment facilities, and the visitors are the guests. The security facilities at the back are tight, and only VIPs can enter. There is no other reason. One is that most of the people who come and go here are public figures, who value privacy extremely, and the other is that the main "best content" here is a bit shameful, or outrageous, or wrong, so take everything out. Both can be sentenced to at least three years.

　　Brother Song was sitting in the box in the backyard of Xijing Jiasuo. Jiang Kezhou had just passed the effect of the medicine. He was dizzy and nauseous. He was tied into a meat dumpling and fell on the sofa. A white-faced and rich middle-aged man looked at his face carefully under the light, squeezed his bones, took a very critical look at Brother Song, and said with dissatisfaction: "This look can only score seven points, not more. It’s almost mean to say mature, it’s tender and not delicate enough. Now the young masters are not good at this, where do you want me to sell?"

　　Brother Song said with a smile: "Boss Sun bears a lot of burdens. This kid's old father is in my hand. I can’t guarantee anything else. I’m sure to make him be obedient. And he’s just a chick, and he’s the type that rarely seen in your place... You have one?" He graciously handed the cigarette to Boss Sun and the other party waved his hand to avoid: "Recently I got angry, so I quit first. Those who are not young, now playing with little boys."

　　Jiang Kezhou listened to their conversation half-dream and half-awake, his brain suspended by anesthetic. At last it started to operate sluggishly, and the hairs all over his body exploded in shock: These bastards not only lend money to usury, but they are also part-time human traffickers and pimps!

　　In broad daylight, the heavens and the earth, the vulgar section of "sold to the brothel" that only appeared in the third-rate small words, turned out to be true.

　　But he is a man...

　　Jiang Kezhou has more experience than his peers, but the experience of walking in a normal society is obviously not helpful to these rascals. He was racking his brains to think about how to get out of here, and suddenly a shadow fell in front of him. Boss Sun's white and fat face appeared above his head, and he looked at him with interest: "Oh, you are awake. Lao Song, I think this medicine doesn't work."

　　"Haha, I'm sorry. Now that the upper control is too tight, these medicines are really not good." Brother Song laughed, and tentatively said, "Boss Sun, look at--" Boss Sun Shanhe lifted Jiang Kezhou up and straightened him and after a long time he looked at him carefully, before he said: "These eyes are brilliant. At first glance they have a bit of flavor... if I sell you, you will make a good price. "

　　Brother Song's small eyes hinted a smile, his face couldn't hide his joy, and he hurriedly walked over to shake hands with Boss Sun. The two of them did not communicate verbally, they all relied on their fingers to make gestures. Jiang Kezhou was confused, had no chance to interrupt, and cursed secretly in his heart. After a while, the bargaining was over, and both parties looked satisfied. Brother Song held Boss Sun’s hand and flattered, “I have to rely on you in the future...”

　　The sound of the door handle turning suddenly came from the door of the box, and the solid wood door was seen from outside. Pushing away, Brother Song's half of the words suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he turned his head in panic and stared at the group of uninvited guests.

　　The head was a man in a black formal suit, wrapped very tightly from head to toe, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, his gaze swept across several people in the box sharply, paused on Jiang Kezhou, and quickly turned away. He frowned and asked the waiter who led the way: "What's the matter?" The waiter looked at him and then at his manager, and said, "This..."

　　"What are you doing here? Is there a traffic light at the door?"

　　Before seeing him, he heard his voice first, and the man with glasses immediately turned aside. Everyone swept back and looked behind him. This very impatient tone and lazy voice were standard for dude, but a man who walked in outside the door was so handsome that he didn't look like mean dude at all. He turned a blind eye to the dazzling crime scene, but stared at the Brother Song's and Boss Sun's hands in a weird manner before releasing his hands in the pocket and suddenly he laughed out loud.

　　Brother Song didn't recognize this person, but Boss Sun immediately threw away his hand in embarrassment, and greeted him a few steps: "It turns out that it is Mr. Ye who has come here. Please come in quickly." Ye Zheng laughed very teasingly, but he looks handsome and has a face value bonus, so he doesn't even appear to be so offensive: "Boss Sun is really not showing his face, when did you change your mouth?"

　　"Oh, Mr. Ye, don't make fun of me anymore." Boss Sun knows that this master is an informed and witty person, so he won't go out and talk nonsense, wiped away his cold sweat, and smiled: "I'm talking to someone. Mr. Ye has something to do with me? Or is Xiao Qian giving you the wrong way?"

　　Ye Zheng turned his head slightly: "Yan Zhixing."

　　The man in suit and glasses immediately went to the waiter for confirmation. Ye Zheng lifted his eyelids. At this time, Ye Zheng glanced at Jiang Kezhou. Jiang Kezhou resisted the discomfort and met his thoughtful eyes, only feeling that a heart was about to pop out of his throat.

　　Brother Song and Boss Sun were all focused on Ye Zheng and his party. Before no one was paying attention, Jiang Kezhou kept silently making "help" gesture from his lips.

　　Jiang Kezhou didn't know where this was, but Ye Zheng knew it. In addition to the indispensable money and status, there is also a customary rule to become a VIP of Xijing Jiasou, which is "Don't be nosy."

　　It is said that the behind-the-scenes boss of Xijing Jiasou has hands and eyes, and Ye Zheng will never offend him for a stranger unless he is crazy.

　　Ye Zheng looked away indifferently.

　　The gleam of life in despair is easy to be over-magnified. When thinking about heaven and hell, feelings of loss will often increase exponentially. Jiang Kezhou closed his eyes, his fierce beating heart slowly stabilized, and he kept falling. He was not in pain, but felt very cold.

　　After Yan Zhixing dealt with the room problem, he went back to Ye Zheng and whispered: "Mr. Ye, it was a mistake at the front desk when making an appointment. They have already prepared another box. Are you going now?"

　　He didn't deliberately lower his voice. Naturally, Boss Sun heard it, and there was a smile on his face: "Oh, Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry to let you run this trip for nothing. I will definitely give this group a lesson in eating idle meals when I go back. In this way, I will count this meal today. It's my way to apologize to President Ye."

　　"What a big deal, I'm ashamed to eat for nothing," Ye Zheng waved his hand dismissively, "I have an appointment in a while, I'll go there, and I will find you for a drink another day." Turning his head and saying to Yan Zhixing, "Call and inform Director Zhang. Tell them to change places."

　　After Ye Zheng and the others quit and confirmed that the door was closed, Boss Sun sighed with lingering fear and pressed his chest: "It's very dangerous. Fortunately, I came across someone who knows the bottom line. Lao Song, hurry up and send people to the back."

　　Brother Song is not familiar with this circle, so naturally he doesn't recognize Ye Zheng. He curiously said, "Boss Sun, who is that little whitr face? He's very handsome."

　　"What little white face!" Boss Sun glared at him, "That's Ye Zheng, the president of Xihua Entertainment, the second son of the Xihua Ye family. His father is about to retreat. Although Ye Zheng is the second child, the head of the Ye family may still be determined in the future. Who knows."

　　Brother Song laughed and stopped talking. He walked to the sofa and gave Jiang Kezhou a hand, and shouted: "Get up don't pretend to die!"

　　Jiang Kezhou stood up and turned around. Boss Sun didn't bother to care about him, so he followed behind and looked down at his phone. There is a door in front of him, he don't know where it leads to. The three of them were about to leave by the back door, when a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the front door.

　　Boss Sun put down his cell phone and said with a headache: "Mother, who the hell is it?"

　　He let the two of them stay inside, greeted him, and opened the door to see the incoming person. He was stunned.

　　Ten minutes later, Boss Sun returned to the inside with a smile. Brother Song waited impatiently and stood up and asked, "It's over? Can I go this time?" "What are you going to do?" Boss Sun smiled and rushed. He said to Jiang Kezhou, "Tsk tsk, you are so lucky."

　　Brother Song and Jiang Kezhou were confused: "What's going on?"

　　"Brother, the next thing is not what you should ask," Boss Sun patted him. "The negotiation has become a big deal. Don't worry, I will let someone call you tomorrow for the money." He pulled Jiang Kezhou again, cut the rope on his body, and replaced him with a lighter handcuff." Come with me."

　　Brother Song was left inside, Boss Sun took Jiang Kezhou outside. Jiang Kezhou was also stunned when he saw the man. Standing at the door was Ye Zheng's assistant Yan Zhixing.

　　"Mr. Yan, you can take it away. These are the handcuff keys and two anesthesia." Boss Sun handed a small box to Yan Zhixing and pushed Jiang Kezhou toward him.

　　"I was afraid of his temperament. Tell President Ye to be more careful." Yan Zhixing nodded with a dead face, and nodded politely: "Thank you, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

　　Boss Sun personally pulled away the door handle for him: "Thank you, Mr. Yan. Walk slowly."

　　The change was too fast, like a tornado, Jiang Kezhou was still confused until he got into the car. He was in the back seat alone, Yan Zhixing drove the car and looked at him from the rearview mirror from time to time.

　　According to Boss Sun, the return of Yan Zhixing was instructed by the "President Ye", but what did he mean by doing this? Afraid of him calling the police? Or to transfer debts to pay him back? Jiang Kezhou was too sleepy but he dared not to sleep. There seemed to be a traffic accident in the road ahead. The traffic was blocked. The car stopped and went so bumpy. After a while, he couldn't hold it anymore: "Sorry, stop the car by the side of the road."

　　Yan Zhixing glanced at him sternly in the rearview mirror.

　　Jiang Kezhou was so angry: "I want to vomit, open the door."

　　After half a minute, the car stopped on the side of the road. Jiang Kezhou stumbled out of the car and spit out into darkness.

　　His legs were so soft that he could hardly stand, his hands were handcuffed behind him, and he had nowhere to use any strength, so he had to lean his entire weight on the street light pole behind him. Yan Zhixing stood ten steps away from him, frowning, his eyes seemed to be looking at bacteria and every pore on his body was filled with disgust.

　　"Brother, discuss something with you," Jiang Kezhou said pantingly, "Help me open the handcuffs, I promise not to run, okay?"

　　Yan Zhixing stared at him silently.

　　Jiang Kezhou thought he was weighing the pros and cons, and sighed, "You are driving, and I only have two legs. If I run away, and if something happen, you will be fully responsible, okay?"

　　Yan Zhixing: "..."

　　He walked over silently and opened the handcuffs on Jiang Kezhou's wrists, and then took a bottle of water from the car to him.

　　"Thank you," Jiang Kezhou said weakly, "you are such a good person."

　　Yan Zhixing thought to himself, "Haha."