Two bodyguards followed Li Shuang out of the hospital. On the road in front of the hospital's door, Li Shuang smoked seven or eight cigarettes in a row. Finally, he finally made up his mind to speak, "I want to join the Blue River Gang." The two bodyguards shook their whole bodies, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

A bodyguard named Zhao Chuang quickly advised: "Brother Shuang, Brother Dong said those words in anger. Don't be impulsive."

Another Quan Xiaoli's 'female' bodyguard also advised: "Yes, Brother Shuang is the brother Dong Ge who valued the most. If you go to join the Lanhe Gang, it will make Brother Dong and his brothers feel disappointed."

Li Shuang rolled her eyes and cursed: "Cao, do you think my brother Shuang is really that kind of person? Don't say that Brother Dong scolds me, even if he hits me and kills me, I don't have any complaints." "What did Brother Shuang mean just now?" Zhao Chuang grabbed his scalp and asked in doubt.

Li Shuang took a deep breath of cigarettes and said, "I was deliberately for my brothers to see. If I want to join the Lanhe Gang, I must create the illusion of falling out with Brother Dong. Brother Dong experienced his actions in everything, so I wanted him to see that his brother is not a coward, but can share his worries."

With Li Shuang's words, the two bodyguards' complaints, doubts, and contempt for Li Shuang all turned into admiration and admiration. Quan Xiaoli nodded: "So that's the case. I just said that Brother Shuang would not do the kind of thing that bullies his master and destroys his ancestors and corrupts the "sect" party. But Brother Shuang, will the Lanhe Gang be fooled by this? Not to mention that Long Feng is that person's "sex", I heard that Lan Yu is not a good character."

Zhao Chuang agreed with Quan Xiaoli's words, and he also raised a more realistic question: "We only have three people now, how to complete this thrilling plan."

Li Shuang took another sip of cigarette and said slowly: "I have planned the big direction. For small action steps, the three of us will first find a hotel to discuss. From now on, we can't ask for mobile phone cards for the three of us. Although the Black Clothing Dark Group has not yet established the 'Sky Eye Satellite' system, it is still a piece of cake to find us through telephone location. As for manpower, it is still the same rule to 'spend' money to hire people. As long as we have money, there are not many mercenaries."

Don’t look at Li Shuang’s carefreeness, she gives people the impression that she will not use her brain.

But there is a saying that goes, "The close to the Zhu, the red, the close to the Mo, the black, the black, the black, the black. He has been with Xie Wendong for so many years, and even an idiot, he will be trained to be half a smart person. He just is not used to using his brain when there is Xie Wendong. If anyone underestimates this fat man, he will be very wrong. Don't forget that he was alone two months ago and rescued Xie Wendong from the underground laboratory taught by Biden.

Zhao Chuang and Quan Xiaoli nodded, took out their respective phones, and then "get out" the phone card inside. Li Shuang also took out the phone card from her pocket and "get out" the phone card.

As the lighter flame burned, three phone cards were burned into ashes. Li Shuang slammed the cigarette butt and shouted: "Go."

In this way, Li Shuang embarked on the road of "returning" to the Lanhe Gang.

Li Shuang also understood that it was a delusion to take him in just a fight with Brother Dong. He had to do some earth-shaking things to make him completely relax his vigilance.

Jiang Sen and Chu Bo looked around Li Shuang in the hospital, but they couldn't find him. He called, but the voice prompt on his phone could not be answered.

Chu Bo asked Jiang Sen worriedly, "Brother Sen, I can't make a phone call here. He won't be able to figure it out, so why do something stupid?" Jiang Sen held his cell phone in his hand and shook his head: "I can't make a phone here either. But I know Xiao Shuang. Sometimes, although his temper is irritating, he won't do anything confusing. I think he might have been looking for a place to relax, and maybe he will come back in a while."

Chu Bo nodded slightly: "Then do we want to tell Brother Dong about this?"

Jiang Sen shook his head repeatedly: "Of course not. Brother Dong is in poor health now, so we can't be 'stimulated' anymore." Chu Boen said and continued: "By the way, Brother Sen, I forgot to tell you something. When I was fighting with Lan Yu, I secretly put a tracker in his wallet. As soon as he left the stronghold, we will have a chance to capture him."

"It's done well. Now that Brother Dong is sick, we brothers should share his worries and worries. We want Brother Dong to see that he doesn't have to do everything himself. Without his supervision and planning, we can do things well." Jiang Sen's idea coincides with Li Shuang.

Chu Bo: "Yes, Brother Sen is talking very well."

Jiang Sen said again: "I'll arrange for the brothers who were killed in white blood. Once Lan Yu has any movement, he will take the opportunity to take him down."

Chu Bogong bowed: "Brother Sen, it's time to act, don't forget to include me."

Jiang Sen patted his shoulder and agreed, "Okay. By the way, there is another thing you can do now. Now Brother Sanyan and Qiangzi may already know about Brother Dong's condition. You can call them quickly and report your safety."

"Okay, Brother Sen, I'll do it now."

While they were talking, Zhang Xinqing walked out of the ward and said to Jiang Sen and Chu Bo, "Brother Dong wants to see you." Jiang Sen said caringly, "How is Brother Dong's situation now?" Zhang Xinqing warned, "It's much better, but the doctor said, try to talk to Brother Dong as little as possible and let him have a good rest."

Jiang Sen nodded silently.

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Why do some of the most beautiful rhythms in life always last for a long time?

Every place where people live has a coffin shop, just like there must be a house. People in the United States will die, some of them will be cremated, and some will naturally have to go into coffins. There are also coffin shops in many places in the United States, which use box-type coffins that sell Americans, and there are also big-headed coffins that are exclusively for Chinese people. There are many Chinese in the United States who cannot return to their roots after they die, so they can only send a big-headed coffin to safeguard their body and soul.

If someone needs something, there will be a market.

Laozhong Coffin Store is such a coffin shop that specializes in Huazhao’s coffin. In addition to selling coffins, it also operates some side businesses.

Sell ​​some incense, candles, tin foil, money and silver, trim the "door" for the dead, prepare some shrouds, write a few not-so-smooth couplets for some old Chinese who have worked hard in the United States for half their lives, and occasionally even wear Taoist clothes and pick up magic weapons to do a ritual and draw a few talismans.

There are fewer people in this industry, so there are naturally more people who earn.

But their biggest business is still paper-based.

When a rich man died, his descendants were afraid that he would no longer have the enjoyment of the sun when he arrived in the yin world, nor would there be those gorgeous living rooms with chariots and horses, so they used paper to stick them into paper houses, paper, people, paper, and horses to burn them to him, so that he could have the same enjoyment in the yin world.

This is just a little filial piety expressed by later generations to their deceased parents, uncles and ancestors. Regardless of whether the people they worship can really enjoy it, they must do the same. Although filial people must do it, unfilial people sometimes do it better.

So the business of the coffin shop came.

The coffin shop always gives people a feeling that it is not very pleasant. How can people who work in the coffin shop feel happy when facing coffin all day long?

When the owner of the coffin shop saw a customer coming to the door, even if he knew he had money to make money, he could not show any happiness. The customers who came to the door were all dead at home. If you were to go live and greet him with joy on your face, would you say it would be a good thing?

Those who come to buy coffins, even if they know that only one dead person will have a huge inheritance, will have to cry red and swollen eyes first.

In the coffin shop, laughing cannot exist. But now someone comes in with a smile.

This person is Li Shuang.

Beside Li Shuang, there are also figures dressed up like two bodyguards, a man and a "female".

Now all three of them have entered the coffin shop.

Although it was already daytime, the coffin shop was still dark and gave people a sense of depression. A faint light bulb shone on the five coffins that had been painted upright in the backyard, two white wood that had not yet been completed, three paper-made houses, and four or five paper-made paper men "two hundred and five".

The people who come to visit such coffin shops are basically Chinese. So the owner of the coffin shop in his fifties can not speak English, and still "fuck" his local accent and ask the visitor hoarsely: "What do the guests need to order?"

Li Shuang and the other two followed the sound and saw a figure shaking behind a coffin in the backyard.

Li Shuang opened her mouth and said, "I don't know what to buy at home." As soon as she finished speaking, a hunched old man who looked like a 10-year-old man walked out from behind the coffin with a bucket of black paint.

The old man has seen too many faces. Although Li Shuang is not often seen, he has never seen any of them. Many unworthy descendants are waiting for the old man at home to die and can get a large inheritance. Such people often can't help but feel excited and smile from time to time.

The old man didn't care about this, he was concerned about his business. He coughed a few times and replied professionally: "One coffin, nine paper, one tombstone, and several ingots and candles." Americans do not promote firecrackers, so this most important thing in Chinese white wedding events does not exist here.

Li Shuang asked again: "Is the package available?" The old man coughed a few more times: "The shipping cost is 500 US dollars."

The conversation between the two was very simple, and the details were agreed upon after going back and forth. These details included the name, age, origin, and whether there were descendants under their charge.

Quan Xiaoli, who was beside her, handed over a stack of US dollars. On the top of the US dollar was a note. The note read the address of the hospital where Xie Wendong was located.

Li Shuang said: "You send the thing to this place, the contact person is Jiang Sen, and the phone number is below."

The old man coughed a few times and waved to Li Shuang and the other two.

In this "yin" place, the three of them didn't want to stay for a moment. After a brief reminder, they left the coffin shop as if they were running away.

When he arrived at a place where no one was around, Quan Xiaoli couldn't help asking Li Shuang: "Brother Shuang, will we make a big fuss like this? Brother Dong is in poor health now, and he will be angry if he knows." Li Shuang grunted: "It's better to make a big fuss. Don't worry, Lao Sen will not pull these things in front of Brother Dong, nor will he show it to Brother Dong, and will not irritate him."
Chapter completed!