A year ago, after Uncle Dasi purchased Fuyuan, Sheyan unhesitatingly abandoned his job and returned. At that time, he was already the second officer of a Panamanian 5,000 ton freighter, and the first officer was about to retire. Even though the captain repeatedly urged him to stay, Sheyan stubbornly refused. He returned to the dilapidated Fuyuan and became a new crew member. He even took out all his savings to repay Uncle Dasi's debt. Presently, the hut that Sheyan and Sanzi were living in, was built using his last month's salary before he left his job.
Although they didn't walk far, their shoes were already filled with muddy water. The icy coldness seemed to seep into their bones. Clang! Clang! Clang! Muffled sounds could be heard as they walked, making it difficult for them to move. After a short while, they arrived at Sanzi's hut. Without turning back, he slapped the wet tarpaulin twice, as a form of farewell. Then, he bent down and turned left, strenuously opening the hut's gate, and squeezed in.
Sheyan turned to leave, but the hut's gate suddenly opened again. Sanzi's wet head popped out, his black hair sticking to his forehead. His expression was one of envy and admiration.
"Brother Yan, that wave was at least 10 feet high, even Uncle Dasi and Uncle Fa couldn't do anything. How did you aim at that fat head monster?"
Although Sanzi was only a few months younger than Sheyan, he was far less intelligent than Sheyan, and his experience was far from being comparable to Sheyan, who had been adventuring outside for five years. Therefore, he had always treated his brother, who was not related to him by blood, with an attitude of worship. When Sheyan heard his question, he smiled faintly and squinted his eyes.
"I just guessed it."
Sheyan casually turned on the light switch, then removed his drenched outer clothes and used a dry towel to wipe his head. He was about 180 centimeters tall and had a sturdy physique. His eyebrows were thick and black, and his chest muscles were bulging under his tight elastic vest. His skin had a healthy bronze color due to his several years of sea life. His simple buzz cut, straight and straight eyebrows, made one unconsciously associate him with a high quality bodybuilding coach. But his thin lips and cold gaze gave him a kind of coldness that pushed people a thousand miles away.
In all fairness, this was an extremely simple hut, only about seven or eight square meters. It was hastily built with some leftover materials from building materials and inferior asbestos glass tiles. The furnishings inside were also very simple. A single spring steel bed, a washbasin, and a simple plastic wall hanging wardrobe. But after entering this place, one would feel a special warmth. It was a feeling of home, and even the most luxurious hotel couldn't replace it.
The only decoration was a small mirror frame placed at the head of the bed. Inside the mirror frame was a slightly yellowed photo. The photo contained a total of 3 people: Sheyan, Uncle Dasi, and Sanzi. That was a photo taken before Sheyan left for the first time. Looking at Uncle Dasi in the photo, Sheyan's eyes were filled with admiration and respect. It was this simple and honest man who painstakingly raised him and Sanzi. More importantly, he had never concealed their background, and even forbade them from calling him 'dad'. Because Uncle Dasi was a devout believer in feng shui, and after hearing a fortune teller predict that he would be lonely and wandering for the rest of his life, he wasn't willing to let his two children be tainted with his bad luck.
To Uncle Dasi who believed that there were three ways to be unfilial, having no descendants was the worst, this was a foolish and noble sentiment …..
Recalling the past, Sheyan couldn't help but sigh. He was an extremely resolute person, ever since he became sensible, he didn't resent his parents for abandoning him. Instead, he was even more grateful towards Uncle Dasi. Although he called him Uncle Dasi, but in his heart, he truly regarded him as his own father. On the head of the bed, there was a piece of white paper, on it were written a few crooked words – Live to the fullest, die without regrets! These words were actually from an old and tattered novel. After chewing on it for a long time, he really liked it, and wrote it out and stuck it on his bed.
After staring at the photo for a while, Sheyan turned off the light and fell asleep. But after the initial drowsiness, his drowsiness gradually disappeared. His heart wasn't filled with the joy of earning a huge fortune, but there was an indescribable impatience, as though something big was about to happen.
Sheyan's intuition had always been accurate, this was the reason why he had such a good reputation outside. Because he was able to rely on his intuition to find the best way to deal with a situation, and those who knew him rarely gambled with him. Because even when Sheyan's luck wasn't good, he would always be able to minimise his losses. Previously when Sanzi asked Sheyan how he was able to accurately hit the vital points of the sperm whale with his spear in the middle of a storm, the fundamental reason was that Sheyan's extraordinary intuition played a huge role.
The torrential rain poured down on the roof of the hut, monotonous and tedious. Sheyan kept tossing and turning on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He simply sat up, turned on the table lamp, and lit a cigarette. He inadvertently glanced at the mirror opposite him, and noticed something red flickering. When he looked down, he found that there were several red marks in the center of his chest. They looked like marks that had been scratched out. He touched it but didn't feel any pain or itch, so he didn't think much of it.
At this moment, Sheyan felt a little thirsty. He got off the bed and poured himself a cup of water, drinking while blowing on it. Halfway through, he suddenly heard splashing sounds from outside. The sound was very irregular, as though someone was desperately struggling in the muddy water. Very quickly, the door of Sheyan's hut emitted a muffled sound, followed by a hoarse and unclear shout!
"It's here!" Sheyan's heart trembled, immediately going to open the door. Just as the door opened a sliver, a cold wind rushed in impatiently. Following that, a bloody hand reached in, grabbing onto the door frame. Then, a person drenched in blood and muddy water crashed in. It was Gao Qiang who was sleeping at Dasi's place. Although Sheyan extended his hand to support him, Gao Qiang had already collapsed to the ground. His hands clutched tightly onto Sheyan's leg, as he screamed out in despair.
"Brother Yan, something happened! “
Sheyan's thick black brows rose like a long blade, his heart surged with a clear thought. "It really came." The source of the unease was actually here! Although his heart was in a mess, he took a few deep breaths and loudly shouted.
"What's going on!"
"It's that bastard Uncle Fa! Uncle Dasi said he wanted to leave the money from selling the ointment for you and Sanzi. He took advantage of the time when everyone was asleep, and secretly sold us off to Huashan Fei! Huashan Fei actually only tossed out a hundred dollars for an entire 19 catties worth of ointment! "
When Sheyan heard the name 'Huashan Fei', his heart sank. This guy could be said to be the ruler of this Si Qiao town, anyone who wanted to establish themselves here had to pay a protection fee on time. Furthermore, he was also secretly involved in illegal immigration, smuggling and drug trafficking. He had a dozen of men under him, and regardless of whether it was the black or white side, he was very popular. There were even rumours that 'Huashan Fei' was the backbone of Vietnam's third largest underworld gang, the 'Devil Gang', and was the right-hand man of the underworld boss, 'Black Devil East'. If that 'Ambergris' was snatched away by this guy, then they could only swallow their blood and teeth.
At this moment, Gao Qiang struggled to get up and drank a mouthful of water, his voice carrying a sobbing tone as he continued.
"Uncle Dasi couldn't bear to part with it, but he knew Huashan Fei couldn't be offended. He could only sell the ointment cheaply. Huashan Fei also took a step back, and said we don't have to pay protection fees in the town anymore. But everyone still felt uncomfortable in their hearts, and couldn't help but curse a few times. But it was overheard by Huashan Fei's subordinate, Xide! That guy is called Xide, and even Huashan Fei has to give him face. Who knows where he came from, but he didn't want to let him off. Furthermore, that bastard Uncle Fa was fanning the flames, and Xide ….. Xide actually wanted to burn Fu Yuan! "
If one didn't live by the sea, it would be very difficult to understand the feelings of the boat people. Most of them spent their childhood watching the boat. When they grew up, the boat was their place of residence, work, and entertainment. Even after they got married and had children, the time they spent on the boat was far more than the time they spent with their families. Under such circumstances, boats became their spiritual support, and many old people requested for their coffins to be shaped like a boat.
As for Uncle Dasi, after drifting for half his life, he finally managed to squeeze out some money from his teeth to buy this Fu Yuan. His feelings towards boats could only surpass that! If Xide wanted to burn the boat, then he might as well take Uncle Dasi's life!
When Sheyan heard till here, the veins on his forehead started popping out one by one. Gao Qiang buried his head in tears and continued.
"After everyone heard, we couldn't hold it in any longer, and erupted out to fight with them! But Huashan Fei quickly called for his underlings to help, and in the end ….. sigh! But Xide's face was slashed by us, and that gigolo immediately flew into a rage like a mad dog. When I was escaping, I heard him shouting that he wanted to burn Uncle Dasi along with the Fu Yuan! When Uncle Gui heard this, he wanted to mediate, but was slapped by Huashan Fei and lost 7 of his teeth! Brother Yan, what do we do! "
The Uncle Gui that Gao Qiang spoke of was a reputable figure in Si Qiao, and was rumored to be related to Huashan Fei. Yet even he ended up in such a state, one could only imagine Uncle Dasi's fate. Facing such a desperate situation, Sheyan remained calm. He first patted Gao Qiang's shoulder, then wrapped him in dry clothes, lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He then calmly said.
"Go call Sanzi, both of you go together, and report this to the police!"
Gao Qiang had been shivering ever since he entered the room. He didn't know if it was due to fear or cold. Only after hearing Sheyan's words did he regain his confidence. He immediately took a deep puff of his cigarette, panting heavily as he wrapped his clothes tightly around himself.
"Okay brother Yan, I'll go now."
He suddenly thought of something, and nervously asked.
"What about you brother Yan, aren't you coming with us?"
Sheyan calmly replied.
"I can't just watch Uncle Dasi and the Fu Yuan get burned together! Every year Huashan Fei collects a few thousand dollars in protection fees from us, and even took a few hundred thousand dollars worth of perfume, he has to be reasonable. I think I'll go over and talk to him. That should settle the matter. You two go quickly, if I can't settle this matter, then I'll have to rely on you two to save me. "
When Gao Qiang heard this, he felt that it was reasonable. He wasn't a scheming person, and nodded his head as he left to look for Sanzi. Sheyan waited for him to leave, his eyes turned cold as he pulled out a sharpened knife from behind the door!
This knife was specially used to kill fish on the fishing boat. It was roughly a foot long, and was made from the scraps of steel plates. The edge of the knife was personally sharpened by Sheyan. The pitch-black body of the knife, the sharp edge was cold and threatening. The edge of the knife was simply wrapped with a few layers of cloth, preventing it from slipping.
Sheyan's previous optimistic statement was only to trick Gao Qiang and Sanzi away, because he knew in his heart, this matter was already unresolved. Xide, who had a cut on his face, was the son of Huashan Fei's boss, Black Devil East! The only reason he could talk to Huashan Fei, was with a knife! Live to the fullest, die to the fullest! He and Uncle Dasi weren't father and son, but their relationship surpassed that of a father and son. Even if he had to risk his life, it was only natural, he wouldn't hesitate!
Seeing a lot of friends asking about the new chapter, he couldn't release too much during the new chapter, so he decided to release 6K every day! Haha, normally one chapter in the morning, one in the afternoon.
Finally, he wanted to say: Dear friends, I missed you so much!
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